Kidnapped..

In the instant I mention such an ominous word, you have goosebumps running down your arm, what kind of monster would do such a thing you question and maybe your alarmed demeanour would be right in many ways except what you have dismissed is the possibility that I may know my kidnapper and maybe even.. dare I say it, love him. You'd never think I'd end up here; in his car, tied to the seat as I sit beside him squirming as he watches me from the corner of his eye. The rope grazes my skin but doesn't tear into it, he's careful about me like that. One of his hands rests softly near my belly to keep me from the impact of the sharp turns of the car as we drive midst the empty road, our location only eminent by the moving trees lit from the lightning in the darkness of the night, an empty space with no escape.

He always promised he would take me away from all of it... the abuse, the pain, and how piece by piece my family was breaking me by trying to create a soul tie with someone I despised. I took his word too easily, and well tonight it became all too real when he took me away against my will. I was working on it with my family, they would have understood or I hope they would come around to it eventually but now I'll never know. Frantically searched for with haste and anger at the expense of family honour being stolen alongside my disappearance.

The silence between us was broken by the pattering of the rain drops on the windshield, thunder, rain and the smell of fresh earth surrounded us through the ajar windows; my favourite weather on the worst night. Between me dosing off and being softly awoken by his fingers tucking the hair away from my face, we arrived to what seemed like a run down gate to a very old passage through the woods. The rain had softened and the thunder calm, only mere lighting illuminating the sky ever so often. I could see a shadow of a large dwelling house in the distance. The car came to a soft halt and I felt him shuffle out of the car, only to open my door in an instant and lean down before me to undo my seatbelt above the rope. This had been the first time I didn't averted my gaze in agitation when he looked down at me since morning, in fact I held my breath unable to break his gaze, and I knew exactly what he was looking at..a mess.

I couldn't be any more of his perfect damsel in distress given the fight I put up beforehand which resulted in a tear in my dress causing the strap to conveniently fall off my shoulder for him, my dry tears smeared down my cheeks and my hair a curly mess from the wind and rain in the car. In my distraction, I hadn't realized that he had released me from the seatbelt and pulled a small piece of cloth out of his pocket and before I could sound in protest, he began to blindfold me and the harsh yet calm vibrance of the one word he uttered was enough for me to obey.

"Quiet"

I felt him guide me out of the car as my vision was stolen from the blindfold but before I could navigate where to land my feet, I'm swiftly picked up off the ground, carried by my hips and over his shoulder.I blushed as his hands roamed to find the right position to keep a safe grip on me. The beeping of the door and the disappearance of the sound of leaves crunching under his feet allowed me to assume that we had arrived inside. As he put me back down on my feet and removed the cover over my eyes, I was eager to plan my escape but when my vision came into focus, I was engulfed by the most beautiful chandelier as I stood below it. A plush emerald sofa midst the room only made me imagine all the things he could do to me on it until my unease reminded me to run, directing my gaze to the large windows that seemed to be sealed shut. The minimality of the furniture in the room only made it more regal against the white marble flooring. I assume my awe filled gaze gave away how much I was enjoying the aesthetic, because he smirked at me as he undid the ropes.

"You can rearrange it if you like or add to it"

I took a deep breath before i responded,"I am not rearranging anything because I am NOT living here. Let me go right now. I want to go home, this isn't my home, its already so late and my family must be so worried and you've brought me to god knows where and I feel sick about all of this and i'm worried and I know you care about me and I know we want a future but this wasn't the way to go about it and OH how dare you even think you could get away with something like this trying to be my Prince Charming! I'm an independent woman, I know how to take care of myself and you can't make decisions on my-"

the last of my breath was stolen as he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me towards him, the sting of the burning ropes from my body was just beginning to fade but his hold alone set me on fire.

"This is the last time I will say this because now I have you for a lifetime and I don't enjoy repeating myself, so listen carefully. Every piece of you that you rightfully claim and every other part that you disregard is now mine. The pretty, the ugly, the words you speak and the things you don't have the heart to say. This is your new home and it would be over my dead body if I ever let anything happen to you."

His grip in my hair softened momentarily to lift me and wrap me around him. He began to move towards the stairs and just before he climbed them, one of his hands found its way in my hair again and this time he tugged me closer to his lips which made me gasp, I looked into his eyes in anticipation but what he whispered next made me entirely avert my gaze in sheer embarrassed as I turned into a shade of pink.

"oh and don't worry; after what I do to you tonight, we'll definitely be a family by morning."

I rolled my eyes in response, trying to squeeze my legs around him to overcome the sensation his words sparked in me. I wanted him but I couldn't let him know that.

After we neared the end of the stairway to the top, he put me down only to lead me into what my belief was the master bedroom. The room was white yet again, a king size maroon bed in all its glory stood in the middle of the room, his and her end tables, gold intricate wall paper and matching velvet curtains pulled the whole room together beneath the shifting mood lights. I always knew he was generous in the way he treated me but little did I really know about his lifestyle. He placed his blazer on the bed sitting at the foot of it as he began to undo his buttons, he was tired, it really had been a long day. His jet black hair tousled from the wind couldn't look any better against his bright complexion, chiseled jaw and deep set eyes. Although there was much more depth to his gaze when he looked at me rather than the darkness that was he was always trying to push down, I wanted every part of him, even the things he would never admit he wanted with me.

When his gaze caught mine, I couldn't believe the sight before me, his shirt undone revealing his toned body beneath it, leaning back on the bed as his shoulders flexed in his shirt trying to open the buckle to his belt but he paused mid way as I bit my lip before I looked away.

"I have nightwear for you hung up in the washroom, have a bath and get ready for bed, I'll be back in a second."

I nodded in response, heading inside the washroom and closing the door behind me. The reflection that looked back was troubled. I began to take my dress off, then my stockings as I winced in pain pulling it below my ankle. I've always been the handyman in my house, having had three brothers I was the perfect mix of a girly girl and a tom boy. I never let me being 5'3 stop me from being invincible so while I was trying to be superman moving furniture, one of the metal rods of the bed fell directly on my ankle; this was weeks ago and I would have assumed it would go away by now but I had more pressing issues to tend to then to focus on my health.

The warm water trickled down my body as I took a moment to finally breathe which is when it really hit me; I can never go back home. Everything I had build was foreign now, my family, my identity and the unfolding of the rest of my life. Besides the rough times, a part of me would never willingly leave my family, especially the nieces and nephews I had raised, they had all my heart and now I can't ever see them again, to watch them grow and make their own path, even from a distance I wouldn't be able to see through the haze, the barrier between that world and now this was too thick.

A knock at my door made me snap out of my thoughts, I turned the water off and pulled the curtain to step out but my foot got caught over the edge of the tub and I tumbled forwards falling making me cry out in pain, I sat on the floor instantly holding my ankle, rocking back and forth.

"ow Ow OW OW, oh god this hurts so bad, fuck me honestly" I began muttering to myself in annoyance

"are you okay?" he spoke from the other side of the door.

"I'm okay, I'm okay, I'll be out in a minute."

I wrapped the towel around me and opened the door peeping my head out

"Can you help me, put my pajamas on please? My ankle really hurts and I need to sit down to put it on"

The devilish smile that came across his face told me I was in for some trouble. He left momentarily and came back with something intricate in his hand from the washroom.

"These.....are your pajamas"

He unfolded the the piece and it was a nightie, the top part of it was laced while the rest of the dress was red silk. It looked intricate and way too expensive to be wearing to bed.

I narrowed my eyes at him and I could see the playfulness in his.

"Just because I have no choice but to wear this, doesn't mean you can even think about coming near me tonight. Turn around and close your eyes"

"mhm" he nodded in response

"I'm going to the washroom to change, take your time." he smiled and my heart fluttered.

I removed the towel and proceed to put the dress on. The hem of it fell right above my thigh tattoos, the perfect contrast of red hue from the silk to the red roses on my thighs.

I'm done." I shouted out in case he was waiting for me in the washroom to which I heard the door flung open and he stepped out in mere boxers.

I gulped, the way he looked at me alone brewed a storm in my stomach. I hadn't paid attention to him with everything that was going on prior but god when I did, there wasn't an inch of him that I didn't desire.

I averted my glance and cleared my throat trying to ignore his burning gaze on me. Slowly climbing under the covers as turned the mood lights off. There I lay on the corner of the bed in mere darkness, just how it had overcome my life all together. I pursed my lips together to hold a cry from escaping, the thought of never seeing my family ever again overwhelmed me, I felt him shuffle into bed and held myself still hoping he assumes I'm trying to sleep as I have my back to him. He didn't inch closer and I was glad, I didn't want him seeing me like this, the tears silently rolled down my face and as hard as I tried I couldn't hold it together, he knew I was crying from the small painful that were escaping me.

In one swift movement my back was against his chest, he wrapped his arms around me and held me in his embrace. I tugged at his arms, ushering for him to open them as I shifted. Turning myself to face him as I met the deep concern on face, he didn't speak or try to soothe me because he knew I didn't want to hear it. Instead I put my head on his chest, inhaling his scent as I wrapped my legs around him. I needed this, I needed him so why couldn't I accept this as my fate; no identity but that I am his, I hope it's enough.

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