I never thought my life would be like this; trapped in a dark room and scared for my life.
A blindfold was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, making me completely blind and on high alert.
My breathing was ragged and I could smell the mold tha...
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After he had left, two men with a hell of a lot of muscle came and took me to another room. The room was much nicer than the musty one I was in previously.
This room was still disgusting, but a little more bearable. It had an old twin size bed in the corner of the room, with brownish sheets. There was a small sofa in the other corner.
I had waited in the room for hours, waiting for the hot guy to come back to explain things further.
I had finally got tired of waiting and decided to lay down on the bed that looked like they pulled it out of a dumpster.
I walked over to it and plopped down on my back.
I felt something squish under the blanket. "Ew!" I squealed as I threw myself off the bed.
"Too lower-class for miss city girl?"
I screamed and sat up. "What the fuck?! Don't you know what knocking is?!" I yelled at him.
He smirked and walked further into the room until he stood in front of the bed.
"I should have warned you about the squish. Though, you're more than welcome to stay in my bed, its pretty comfortable."
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Your bed?" I asked suspiciously.
His facial expression didn't change but he let out a small chuckle. "Yes, but I was joking."
"Well what the fuck are you doing in here?" I looked back at him and walked over until I stood in front of him. I had to look up to him, he was that tall. "I'm not having sex with you in exchange for my freedom, pervert." I poked his chest with my finger.
He grabbed my wrist with his hand and stopped the poking. His icy blue eyes stared at me.
"I didn't come in here for that and don't call me a fucking pervert." His voice was calm but his eyes were ice.
I pulled my hand away from his grip and took a step back at the sudden coldness emanating from him.
"Damn, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?" I crossed my arms across my chest and smirked.
"Quick with that mouth I see." He stepped two steps closer. We were so close that our chests were centimetres away from touching. He slowly leaned down towards my ear, his breath fanning my face. "I wonder what else it can do." He whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.
I pulled away from him quickly and scoffed. "More than you think, but you'll never know." I shot back at him.
His lips turned up into a small smile. "Well you never know, might happen."
"Not with someone who's name I don't even know." I smiled victoriously.
He laughed and raised his hands in surrender. "My name is Logan Grant." He raised his finger and pressed it to his lips. "But don't tell anyone I told you."
