Opening my eyes to the blurry sight of the emerging sunlight which had begun stalking me through the little windows which seemed thickly hidden behind a pair of dubiously displayed double curtains, I moved my eyes around the barely furnished room and found a maiden silence sitting over the double bed that seemed about a feet away from the rocking chair which my arms and legs were bound to.
A thick blanket of cold air slithered all over my skin and left me in need of a savior especially when my growling tummy fed my ears a loud visit. I wasn't particularly hungry for food, as I liked to lie to myself, but I was particularly hungry for someone's attention.
Dingane was his name and as crusty as he was, he was lucky that I was tied in this rocking chair for me to rock a long smack up his cheek. It had been last night when he had last walked up with a plate of noodles, before walking out proudly after noticing, disliking and voicing out my lack of sincerity and gratitude. Who can be fed noodles for breakfast and supper and still fail to complain?
Obviously not me, although now my tummy was now starting to disagree. My very lips couldn't care much about the noodles - they were very much his soft and imaginably scrumptious lips. I could taste the sweetness of his last lies whenever my lips tangoed with his.
Even though he had left me scared and traumatized when I had first woken up to the realization that he had drugged me and kidnapped during our first date - only two weeks ago - but now that some days had passed and I had begun seeing his other side, I was beginning to love and miss the gentleman inside of him.
Also, thinking of all those little moments where he would barge in and find the slightest of reasons to start a petty argument with me was another reason I missed his sense of humor. Do you know how boring it is to sit in an ugly, cold room with no one to talk to. It was literally a pain on my butt too, given that I couldn't stand up due to the rope that bound me. Rocking my chair also didn't help my butt feel any less painful.
"Still missing your freedom I see," his voice almost made me choke off the heavy taste of loneliness I had just swallowed. "I am the only freedom you need." His dark tone sent shivers down my hips.
Pretending not to be spooked by his sneaky appearance I ignored the urged to tilt the door that was behind me, before I felt his dark shadow falling upon me as soon as his steps had finally ended with his cold hand
upon my shoulders.
Despite how cold his hands felt, I quickly felt a warm sensation rushing over me when he finally stepped into sight and let his topless torso warm up my frostbitten gaze, as his fairly ripped tummy and arms sliced through my feminine pride when he brought himself to his knees and left my heart skipping a bit to his bipolar-like smile.
"Guess what!" He ran his hands from my knees towards my privates without even looking into my eyes to gather enough consent.
"Wha-at?" I replicated his dark tone but my hungry stomach made me stumbling through the falsely disappointed facial expression which I had painted upon my face.
"I don't like girls with a stinking attitude." His big baby attitude was clearly back. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Dingane! No need to shout" Imagining my afro to still be as cute as I wanted to think, I uttered a low response as my fading voice found shelter within a hungry and battered tone that leapt off my starved tongue.
"Stop giving me attitude," I caught a glimpse of his perfect teeth as my nostrils took his breath hostage, even as his hands escaped the beauty of my thighs and left him standing up - while my gaze shot up to the rising serenity of his handsome highness. "I want to go dancing with you tonight, after your shower of course."
"Can I at least spend the day untied?"
"The afternoon is nearly over," his smiled with a creepy shade of pride as he looked to his dubiously thick curtains, "I'm sorry if my curtains are making it hard for you to decipher time." He laughed and rubbed the back of his two fingers on my left cheek.
"Will you at least untie me?" sweetening my tone to pat his short-tempered ego, I watched his eyes gauge from my eyes whilst crawling towards my small breasts, before the semi-fangs that hung at the corner of his smile left me feeling a bit turned on - although I dared not to turnoff my crusty facial expression. Even as his condescending yet naughty gaze weighed upon my vulnerable, hidden smile and left me wondering why I hadn't picked it up, moments before he had kidnapped me.