Protected by the Beast ✔

04

Word count: 2172

My shout-out goes to Kenya and Somalia ❤️

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"Hello Riley. I heard, you've been asking about me." The voice stated calmly from above me. The masculine voice resonated around every corner of the house, bouncing off the walls. "Welcome to my abode. You can call me The Beast."

My breath hitched as my legs threatened to give out. The beast was a man?

I was going to get eaten by a man. Tears began to spill from my eyes as I looked around, realizing I couldn't just die like this. I had so much goals and life aspirations. I wanted to be a world renowned chef one day and cook lots of delicious meals. I wanted to create my own recipe. I wanted to eat lots of food, I deserved that!

I ran to the door and tried to open it, jiggling the handle but my efforts proved futile. The door didn't budge. Slapping and scratching it was unsuccessful as well.

"Open up!" I screamed while looking back in dismay, not knowing what the next minute or second held in store for me.

"Unauthorized user. Access denied." The automated voice from the door said, dashing all my hopes with those words.
Fear chilled my bones as I stood rooted in my spot.

"Wh-who are you?" I asked in a small voice. "Who are you Beast? I don't have anything you could possibly need and I don't know anything. You made a mistake by kidnapping me!"

I looked around the house in hopes that someone would come out, though I had no expectations for whoever I would see. Walking forward, I peered down the hallway on my right. I had no idea where to run to.

I turned around with wide eyes, wondering if I could just go back to the door, yank it open and run out of here.

Then I heard footsteps behind me. It was very light, but I still caught it because I'd learnt to live the past one year being very observant and cautious after what the police officer told me regarding my own safety.

"Hello Riley." A man appeared from the top of the stairs then he began to descend. If I'd had any expectations, then I would've been utterly disappointed. I'd expected to see a tattered person, hunched with a scary face and menacing eyes.

I blinked and stared at the man alighting the stairs dressed in a dark suit, with a blank expression on his face as he stared ahead, right past my head and towards the door. 

He was tall, around six feet four or five with a dark aura emitting off him. He had high cheekbones, a straight nose and straight lined eyebrows above his steel grey, expressionless eyes. He was also handsome, which shocked me a little as I stared in a mixture of fear and appreciation at his beauty. The feeling was weird.

I didn't expect a young, strikingly handsome man to have been the one speaking to me. But then again, I didn't expect that I would be stuck in a situation like this.

I pressed my lips together, suddenly wondering what would come next. When he didn't speak but folded his hands behind him, I released a shaky breath and avoided the man's gaze.

"I'm guessing you're the beast and the one that kidnapped me. I promise you that I have nothing of yours and I can't be of any use to you. I'm just an orphan that got adopted a while ago. Please let me go. I promise not to speak to the police or even describe this place. I don't even know where this place is. Please I beg you." I pleaded, slowly looking up at him.

He didn't look at me or acknowledge my pleas as he went to take a seat on the black couch backing the stairs and facing the window.

He crossed his legs and looked left, towards the door. "I can't do that."