I can't move my fingers, arms or legs. I'm stuck laying here. Whatever has frozen my body did not affect my eyes, however. Because I can move my eyes enough to see the stranger walking towards me with an amused look on his face.
Why is this my life now?
I didn't get kidnapper vibes from this man before, so now I'm second guessing everything I had thought about him.
He crouches down so he is closer to me and peers into my face. "I did warn you," he said with a click of his tongue.
He said I shouldn't do it, not that I'd lose control of my body if I did. Some warning!
If I could move my mouth, he would hear all of the colorful curses I'm calling him in my head right now.
My inner musings pause as he brushes some of my hair from my face. When his skin touches mine, bursts of electricity fire every nerve ending along the path of his faint brush of skin. It's a certain kind of sweet torture to feel everything so intensely but not being able to move.
