'So cozy' I thought as I snuggled closer into my bed, ready to lose myself into my dreamless sleep once again enjoying the warmth I was getting from the duvet when I realized something was wrong
Jerking up, which was a very wrong decision because I got a headache so bad I wondered if a hammer was being rammed into my head repeatedly, I looked around me to see what's wrong.
"Where am..." I trailed off while trying to process the condition of my environment
One thing I knew for sure was that I was in a stranger's room and that baffled me.
I've been kidnapped
Immediately, I looked at my body to see if I was still fully clothed, and seeing that I was, I sighed in relief
Then I tried to remember what happened the night before but all I got was Blurry flashbacks and headaches.
I knew I must have made a wrong decision though because there was no way I was kidnapped in my house.
I remember I got drunk and make the stupid decision to go out during the curfew. I feel like I should blame my intoxicated brain but I should have known better.
'I am so stupid, after everything I did to make sure I won't step out, why did it have to be like this?' I thought to myself, the tears fighting to roll freely down but I gave myself a knock, sending the tears back and adding to my dilemma, and causing myself more headaches
After a few seconds of contemplating what to do, I stood up, holding my heads in my hands and walked to the door and tried to open it only to see that it was locked
Well it would've been stupid of my kidnapper to leave the door open
"Hello! Anyone there? Hello!" I shouted while banging the door but got no reply, not even an echo of my voice
I must be in the devil's lair
But are lairs always good looking? Because this room felt cozy enough to make me feel calm, as if nothing bad was happening.
I checked out the room once again to assess my situation and noted that it seems too big for a prisoner, and a bit too fancy for a slave so I had only one option left
"I've been kidnapped by a freaky rapist," I thought out loud, the realization hitting me hard and sending my brain into overdrive
"I'm about to become some bastard's sex toy and when he's finished, he'll kill and then dump my body where no one can find me, I'll remain missing forever" I sobbed, and tears filled my eyes at the thought
I did try to hold the tears back but they wouldn't stop
Damn me
I knew I should've stayed indoors, I forgot that the monsters outside are not only animals
Somehow it felt like a dream, but with the headache I was feeling, I was sure it wasn't a dream, it was as real as TUPAC's death.
I calmed myself down and tried to assess my situation again, after all, it doesn't help me if I am being paranoid and jumpy so I thought that maybe this is the punishment for rule-breakers, maybe the town's mayor is an ugly pot-bellied man in his 60's and he is a sex freak who he decided to give out a rule that all the curfew rule-breakers would become his sex toy.
I couldn't help but think in that line no matter how hard I tried
It was the only sensible reason I could find and it scared me
It seemed like a stupid thought to me but it was the only explanation I had for not being tied up to a pole and ready to be killed
And with all these stupid thoughts came tears, and I cried and cried, increasing my headache, not that I cared about that, especially not when I'm minutes away from being raped and killed by some stranger.
It could be a psychopath, he could be obsessed with torturing girls
The thought of dying without fighting for my life scared me so much that I decided to stand up and stop crying, even if it meant I would be playing the games of a sick man, I knew I had to find my way out of the room and it had to be as soon as possible.
After chiding myself, I looked around to see there was nothing in the room except me, the bed, a small window and a bed side table which had a bottle of water,and a pill on it.
I guessed the pill is for me so I did the most reasonable thing anyone in my situation do, ignore it.
I really don't know why my brain couldn't process any other thing apart from me being in danger but I knew better than to ignore my sixth sense.
Wiping my tears off, I decided to walk to the window and check what was outside.
As I was about to open the blinds, I heard some rattling at the door and my brain sent a signal to my hand which automatically grabbed the bottle right beside it and pointed it to the front, as if a plastic bottle can do any harm to anybody.
Immediately the door opened I threw it at the person coming in which he caught with his left hand as if he was already calculating my movements before I could move, and his back was faced to me.
My mouth went open, not only because of the action, but because of his presence
I felt like he took the air and space in the room the moment he entered and with the space was my sanity, at least most of it
I looked at him and I felt my brain take a snapshot of his features
His high cheek bones, his straight nose which looked like it has never been broken before
"A plastic bottled water" was all he said as looked at me
No, he was not just a he, he was a very handsome he who made me feel funny internally despite my situation
His eyes had a beautiful silver shade with a black rim to it and it had a mischievous glint in it
"Good afternoon," he said smiling with his pearl white teeth and all I did was broaden my eyes
His smile looked too beautiful to be real and
He had a very husky and soothing voice that made me feel relaxed all the way down to my private part.
I wanted to reply but my brain was frozen, and my gut wasn't even telling me if my situation was dangerous or okay
"So, I guess you wanted to use the bottle as a weapon?" he said, more like asked and I had to force my mouth to spill some words
"Yes" was all I could say, a simple three-lettered word
"Yes?" he asked, still with that smile
"What are you doing?" I asked myself out loud thinking back to what was happening with the help of my now awaken the brain
He's my kidnapper, he's the freak that didn't tie me up
And the realization made my fear and worry resurface, accompanied with anger
"What?" he asked and I shook my head vigorously at the question, trying to wake myself from my stupid slumber.
"Excuse me, I don't know you, and even if you make me feel funny, I don't appreciate it. What the hell is going on here and why are you smiling like that? What happened? How am I here? Where am I? Who are you? When did I get here? What's today's date? Did you drug me before bringing me here 'cause I can't remember anything? Are you going to rape me? Are you going to kill me? And why the fuck do I feel so attracted to you?" I said all in one breath
I didn't intend to ask the last question but I didn't want to believe I have that stupid syndrome where a person is attracted to your kidnapper
"About the attracted part, the feeling is mutual," he said and I blushed ever so lightly, a little bit embarrassed that he decided to answer that question and realizing he said he felt the same, I concluded that he was going to rape me and my fear doubled
"And also, if you would calm down and re-ask your questions I might have answers to them, but I know I am neither a rapist nor a killer and I wouldn't let anyone harm you" he said coming closer while I instantly step back from him, his words might sound reassuring, but it would be stupid of me to trust them
"Don't come close to me" I said with a frown I hoped it was threatening enough
"You know you can't pull off a threatening look while looking cute at the same time, right? It makes you look funny" he said with a smirk leaving me speechless, he just called me cute right?
What is going on?
"Well, you aren't laughing and no one is allowed to call me cute except my dad, I'm to be referred to as hot" I said hoping to correct him, not that I had anything against him calling me cute, I did like it actually.
I just didn't want him to think I felt anything towards him because as far as I know, I'm not far from danger
"Hot? While looking like that?" he asked and I was forced to check myself out
I did look terrible, nothing about me was close to cute, my hair felt like bird's nest, I looked like I rolled in dark sand and my night wear was a bit torn at the edges, which made me wonder what had happened the night before, and was it even yesternight?
Since he's claiming he's neither a rapist, not a killer, how did I get here?
"I am going to sit down," he said pointing to the bed and I kept my gaze on him as he sat down
He said he didn't kidnap me, thank goodness, I can like him
"Now start" he said and I thought of all the questions I wanted to ask
"How old are you?" I asked despite all other things.
"28" he answered with a new type of smile, the type that said 'I'm happy about that'
"Are you married?" I asked again, despite all other questions
Curiosity indeed could be a bad thing
"Not at all" he answered still with his happy smile
"How am I here?" I asked finally asking the question that mattered
"Maybe because you got drunk and missed your way?" he answered more like questioned
"Am I in danger?" I asked despite his previous words, not that I felt like I was in danger, in fact, I have to say despite my situation, I felt a bit too at ease.
Maybe it was because of his cologne. A good smell always calm me down, and maybe that was why I was taking my time with my questions
"No, you are nowhere close to danger and I promise you, no danger would ever come your way," he said protectively but I had no complaints, I wanted to ask why he sounded so protective but I didn't feel like it was neccesary
It seemed like he helped me out after I passed out on the road and that was very kind of him, now it's time to go home
"Okay then, thank you for helping me out. Since I'm not in danger, I'm going home." I said straightening my torn cloth and turned to walk to the door which was just some steps away
I felt like I could make it there before he could try to stop me or get to me, if that would be the case
Somehow that wasn't the case because I could swear there was still some distance between he and I but somehow I crashed into a 'wall of muscles', and I felt a mixture of pain, tingles and electricity rush all over my body.