Suddenly, he stood up to his feet and headed to the door and before he walked out, he turned to me and said,
"That's the bathroom," he pointed to a door in the room.
"and that's the closet," he pointed to another door.
"Everything in the closet is your size, so do well to pick something nice to wear, while I make breakfast. After, you can come down to eat."
He walked out immediately and closed the door behind himself. I could swear I heard the lock click. I swallowed in unease.
Everything in the closet was my size? How? Did he have a sister my size? Or a girlfriend my size? Or maybe a wife my size? How did he know MY SIZE? Like staring at me while I slept wasn't creepy enough.
Why did I have a bad feeling about it all?
I had to get out of here. He gave me goosebumps, and what confused me was that I didn't know in what way. Was it in the 'Oh he is so fucking hot' kind of way or in the 'Oh I've got myself a creep' kind of way? I didn't know. He gave me goosebumps, but I didn't completely hate it.
Call me sick, but somehow, I was excited somewhere deep inside of me, and I knew that our meeting was never coincidental right from the start. That key he had supposedly picked up had been in my purse, I was sure of it, but somehow, he had it and claimed to have picked it from the ground. He sounded like the devil and FELT like him, but I didn't want to think too much about it or I was really going to go crazy. I could just be mistaken. He couldn't possibly be.
I shakily stood to my feet and ignoring the headache that beat at my head, I walked towards the bathroom to take a proper bath because I surely needed it.
After washing myself up and brushing my teeth with the brush and toothpaste I found in there, I walked out with a towel wrapped around me and went into the closet. The sight I was met with had me gasping out in shock. It was almost as big as a medium sized room, and it was filled with girly and expensive clothes, bags and shoes which were either red or black. There was no other colour apart from those two. The walls were painted black and designed with red colour.
The creepy yet beautiful.
With a heavy heart, I walked further into the closet, and rummaged through everything, checking for the size and prize tag. The prize tags were insane, he had to be filthy rich, and they all were my sizes, down to the pants and bras. Was he a pervert and a stalker too? He had to be crazy. He had to have some obsession of some sort.
"Don't you like them?" his voice suddenly asked and I turned to stare at him in fright, almost dropping the towel around me in the process. He was leaning against the door frame, and staring with a slight frown on his face, while I tried to control my breathing which was going haywire as panic ransacked me.
"You're beautiful in all colours, but when in red and black, you make me want to bend you over a table and fuck you senseless, so I made sure everything is red and black, but I can have my workers get rid of them and get you whatever you prefer."
"What are you? Why am I here? Why can't I remember last night right from the moment I left the club foolishly. Why would you buy me anything talk more of expensive stuff? How do you know how I look in red and black? Why would you want to fuck me? And what do you want with me?"
The questions escaped my mouth like I had no hold of any sort over my mouth.
"So many questions, I don't even know which to answer."
"How about you answer everything?"
He pushed off from the door frame and took slow steps towards me. They were daunting. I couldn't help but take a few steps back too until my back hit against a clothe stand filled with clothes.
He stopped right in front of me and lifted a hand to brush my hair from my face while I stared straight into his eyes.
"What are you willing to give in return if I give you answers?" he stroked my cheek lightly, and I felt my breathe pick up at the sensation that came with it.
"What?" I managed to blurt.
"Where I'm from, we do not spread information just like that, it's give and take. I give you," he pointed to me.
"And you give me."
He pointed to himself.
What? Where was he from?
"Where are you from?"
"Somewhere far away, don't worry, you'll find out soon enough." He took a step closer, and I tried to take one back, but the clothes stand behind me was a problem. Now, there was only an inch of space between us. As if that wasn't torment on my mental health enough, he leaned down until his lips were just an inch from my ears, and he whispered,
"So, what are you going to give in return for answers?"
My hands holding my towel tightened on it.
"I don't have anything to give." I whispered shakily. His breathe fanning against the skin of my neck was sending involuntary shudders down my spine. It was baffling how my body reacted to him positively. Tristan had me in this position multiple times probably to try to get me into him, but I felt nothing but discomfort and irritation for reasons I didn't know. But now, I wanted this man standing before me to do things to me. Things I shouldn't be thinking. Things that if my grandma hears or sees me doing, is going to make her lock me in a closet and ask me to pray for the forgiveness of my sins.
Despite knowing that there was a huge possibility that he was sick in the head and obsessed with me especially me in the colour black or red, I still imagined him kissing down my neck an-
"I'd advice that you stop thinking." He grunted into my neck.
"Uh?" I blinked in surprise. Stop thinking?
"You have everything to give, everything. I want them all. Until you give them all, I will not answer any of your questions."
He pulled away while I stared at him feeling dumbfounded.
"What?"
I breathed shakily.
"Get dressed quickly, breakfast is already prepared and is getting cold." He turned on his heels to leave, but he halted at my words.
"I want to leave. My friends must be very worried."
"I already reached out to them, there is no cause for alarm." He turned to look at me one last time with an unrecognizable look on his face before he turned and walked away, leaving me to my own thoughts.
Was I captive here now? Wouldn't he let me go? How did he know my friends, and lastly, what does he want with me?
**
What does he want with me? That was the question that rang through my head as I made my way to the dinning room, guided by a maid. She exchanged no words with me, and no matter how many questions I threw her way, they were left unanswered.
If not that I couldn't get the thought of me being hostage out of my head, I would have been blown away by the interior of the house. It had to be a freaking mansion. Paintings adorned the walls of the hallway. They were strange paintings but oddly comforting. How rich was he by the way? The whole place spelled money.
We soon got to the dining room, and the young looking girl about my age, left me standing in the middle of it all alone. I played with my fingers as I felt the nervousness kick in. It only took about a minute before I felt him. I felt him before I saw him. He walked stylishly like a top model in a modeling company into the dinning room with his right hand in his pocket. He was dressed differently from earlier seeing as he was now dressed semi officially -if there's anything like that. He had on a dress pant and a woollen black colored sweater. Oh, it indeed was cold because winter was quickly approaching, I almost forgot because of how hot the room seemed to grow at his arrival. Or, was it just me? His hair was damp like he got out of the shower not long ago, and it was pushed back on his head but some few strands still managed to escape. He looked heavenly. The irony though, because everything about him raging from his intentionally hot movements to that mischievous glint that was always in his eyes screamed the word 'evil'
For a moment, I just stood there watching him with my mouth slightly ajar and my heart beating rapidly in my chest. At least even if he indeed was a kidnapper, he was a hot one. If the events of my life was to be written as a story, I'd like it to be named 'Kidnapped by her crush'
Once he got to the table, he turned his gaze on me to stare straight into my eyes, and I felt my breathe catch in my throat. He caught me staring!? I shifted uncomfortably on my feet. What kind of a person ogled their captor? I could feel his eyes rake over my body leaving no place untouched by his gaze, and I felt my heart jump and my stomach curl in excitement. It was like he could see right through my clothes. The feeling he gave me was like Déjà vu. I've never really liked a guy this much before. I had a few crushes back in high school, but I was too weird for them to spare even a look at me. He was the first crush of mine interested in bending me over a table and fucking me. So much for my innocent mind to take all at once when I have not even had my first kiss.