Anonymous: Expect Us 🙈🙈🙈

Drift

Note: straight continuation

"Since we're laughing together can you just let me go?"

"No."

"Please! I promise I won't run away or anything! Trust me, I'll still stay in here just please uncuff me?"

He stared into my eyes with the most bored look possible.

"You promise?"

"I swear on my life! I promise!"

"If you so much as leave this room, there will be consequences. I will always find you."

Jeez it's like he's staring into my soul, fucking psycho!

He pulled a key out his pocket and uncuffed me. My wrist was badly bruised, but at least I was free to move around.

"If you," he grabbed my bruised wrist, "even try to leave this bathroom before I let you," he squeezed my wrist, tears were beginning to form again," I'll make sure you'll never want to leave in the worst way possible."

"Please let go, it hurts!"

He instantly let go.

"Oh I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to!"

He hugged me, again. I couldn't help it, I started crying in his arms.

Fuck! I'm never gonna live this down.

"Its ok, you're safe with me."

Full on sobbing, this is so embarrassing, I was being completely vulnerable to a fucking kidnapper. This is so humiLIATING!!

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After about what seemed like forever, I finally stopped crying. He held onto me for at least another 20 years. Although, I can't deny it, it felt nice. His athletic body was tough but soft at the same time, and my face rested perfectly on his chest. Eventually I hugged him back, and we stood there for I don't know how long. Once my tears dried up I started to pull away.

"No, don't, please. Just enjoy it, just for another minute at least?"

It felt good to be wanted, but this probably isn't the best person to get affection from, seeing as he literally kidnapped and assaulted me. In his defense, I don't know if it was him or not, I couldn't see.

"Can you just explain to me what's going on, I just want to go home."

"I-"

BANG BANG BANG

"RAY, DO YOU HAVE THE GIRL?" yelled a feminine voice.

He immediately let go of me and stepped out the door to, at least I think, talk to the lady.

Maybe its the same woman I was supposed to sell to? Fuck her. I just wanna go home and a take a bath for fucks sake. Its a bit schewpid innit.

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