The Kidnapping (Jason McCann)

The door swung open and a tall man walked in. He was wearing a beanie and plain jeans, a white shirt with holes in it and a pair of dirty old shoes.

I closed my eyes and laid back down, suddenly wanting to sleep again. ''Oh, darling. Do you think we should start the day off with disrespect?'' A cold and bitter voice boomed across the room making my eyes open automatically. His voice was powerful enough to send chills through your body. He saw the shock on my face and an arrogant smirk made its way to his lips, but then disappeared again quickly . ''Listen up. I got some rules that you will follow,'' His words dove into me like a stone sinking through the water.

I blinked, then opened my eyes and blinked again. His dark fiery eyes pierced my skin with extreme anger and tore apart my soul if only looks could kill. ''Answer me when I talk to you!'' he yelled.