My Soul Mate

Warning! This story contains heavy references to ddlg. If you're not okay with this or don't know what it is, don't read it!

"Do you like what you see?" He tried again for attention. His voice was rough, and yet sweet as honey. He spoke calmly and collectively as he gently shut the door behind him.

"So I'm not allowed to look at my kidnapper?"

"I never said that. I wouldn't mind if you never took your eyes off of me, bunny."

For some reason, that nickname bugged me, as if it was a bug bite that I couldn't scratch, but I chose to think more about it's meaning to me later.

"First a kidnapper, then a pervert. What low won't you stoop to?" This seemed to sting him a bit, and I regretted what I said immediately after, because sooner than I could blink, his thick hand grasped both of my wrists, pinning me to the wall. I looked to the ground, but his free hand pulled my chin up to look at him. He saw my red, cherry-tomato face, and I saw his blood boiled one.

"Don't you EVER speak to me like that again. Believe it or not, I actually saved you..."