Kidnapped for Keeps

"Get off me." I struggle to no avail, trying to get control of my arms, which he easily keeps pinned. "You son of a-" I'm cut off by his hand over my mouth, leaving his other hand to grip both my wrists above my head.

"Do you really want to finish that sentence?"

He's starting to get irritated, but I'm too angry to care. I nod my head and yell obscenities that are muffled by his hand. I try to bite his hand, but it's pressed so tightly on my mouth that my teeth can't get a grip on anything.

I just want to get out of this extremely vulnerable position. He's barely even putting force into his actions, and yet he is so much stronger than me.

It's a terrifying thought to realise that you would be helpless if a man wanted to harm you, subjected to his whims just because of biological differences.

"Seriously, Mollie, stop being so childish." He removes his hand and wipes it on my shirt. I don't miss how his hand stays on my waist.

"Get off me then," I hide my fear behind my anger and hope he doesn't see through it.

I think he does, because he teases me with a smile, "What will you do if I don't? You can't exactly do much in this position."

His words sink an arrow of terror into my gut.

***
Mollie's bus is hijacked by a group of masked men one day when she's on her way home from university. The hostages are taken to a house in the woods where they're ransomed back to their families. All except Mollie.

The leader of the masked men has an interest in her, one that seems to have existed before the hijacking, and doesn't want to let her go. It seems that she's been kidnapped for keeps.