Hostage

Chapter 2 - The bedroom

Zoey's eyes began to ajar. She skimmed her surroundings, trying to make out where she was. Her eyes adjusted, and everything became clear. She perceived she was in a big room, with barely anything in it, just a bed to sleep on and a window to look out of. Zoey tried to get up, but her side was still sore. It was better than it had been before; it seemed as if someone had doctored it.

Zoey was five foot even, with an hour glass figure. Caramel brown hair framed her face, falling down to her bra strap. Her eyes were a crystal blue, with hazel in the middle and her skin was pale.

She walked over to the window, holding her side, looking out into the dawn. Nothing looked familiar to her, it was a field of grass, with rows of cotton filling it. She tried to open the window; she pulled the latch to open it, but of course, they were locked.

"Shit." Zoey whispered under her breath. With a grunt, she kicked the the glass out of the window with her foot, trying not to get herself cut on the sharp, clear glass. As one leg dangled out of the broken window, the door knob turned on the wooden door. She began to panic. A large piece of glass razored into Zoey's foot, she held onto the window sill, hoping she was not going to fall. Luckily, the glass didn't harm as much as she thought it did. It just scratched her, making little droplets of blood drip from the incision.

The door swung open. An alluring man stood in the door way. He was toned and brawny. His arms were covered in tattoos. His hair came to a point on top and shaved on the bottom. He looked perfect. Face and all, but looks can be deceiving. He looked to be in his early twenty's.

Zoey's thoughts were interrupted suddenly.

"What the hell are you doing!?" He yelled in a rage, pulling her back into the room. He clutched her arm, and would not loosen his grip and had no intentions of letting go. Spinning her around quickly and pulling her back into the small room, Zoey's crystal blue eyes widened. She noticed him pause before recognizing the voice; it was the same voice from last night. He squeezed her arm, making it tinge red.

"Who are you?" Zoey spat, looking for his eyes since his face was shadowed.

"The name's Jason, Jason McCann." He said angling his face upwards slightly, showing a smirk on his full lips.

"What do you want from me?" Zoey said backing away, getting away from Jason's clutch. Jason ignored the question, thinking it rhetorical. He stared at her from head to toe, biting down on his lip seductivley.

"Answer me damn it!" Zoey screamed, balling her hands into fists at her side, much like a child.

Deftly, Jason shoved Zoey against the wall.

"Listen bitch, I'll tell you when I want to tell you!" he said holding a knife up to her neck, barely touching her flesh. Zoey closed her eyes, and gulped.

"Please don't hurt me." Zoey pleaded, with tears beginning to stream down her face.

Jason slid the side of the knife slowly against her soft neck. Throwing the knife down, he gripped Zoey's waist and pecked his lips on to her jaw bone.

"Oh, I won't hurt you beautiful, only if you do as I say." Jason said with a smile curved on his face. She felt his lips travel down to her neck leaving moisture, making her tremble. Zoey shut her eyes, wondering if she should push him off of her, but the smart thing was to not risk getting killed. She loathed the fact that she couldn't do anything to stop him, and that she was letting it happen; she felt like she was getting taken advantage of. What else could she do?

"I know who you are." Jason said, revealing his face. It was very angular, high cheekbones, and scrutinizing eyes. The hazel flecks in his eyes seemed warm, but his sharp eyebrows showed malicious intent.

"Your name is Zoey Anne Carter; you are eighteen; you were born on December 24th, 1995. Your parents divorced when you were ten years old and you go to Ridgeway High School." Zoey could not believe what she just heard, she stared at Jason with uncomprehension.

"How do you know all of this... what do you want from me?" Zoey said quietly.

Zoey thought to herself. How could he know who I was? I didn't even know who he was, but he sure as hell knew who I was. Jason's tongue trailed along his bottom lip.

"I have my ways, and I know more than you think I know." Jason said walking around the room with his hands in his pockets.

"You are going to do anything and everything I say, as in, killing, stealing... anything.. and if you don't..." He paused. A smirk plastered on his lips. Zoey's heart began to beat faster and faster.

"I will kill you.. and your family." Zoey knew then, that her life was turning into a living hell.