She was very small and frail for someone her age, Adam held Jenna closer to his chest as Mallory navigated the roads leading to his house.
He watched her fidget in his lap every time the car climbed a speed bump, she would shift herself further into him, he liked it. He liked how her small hand was holding his suit jacket in a tight grip like she feared he would leave her.
He remembered what animal she resembled; it was a stray cat. Everything about her from the way she moved, her facial expressions and even down to the way she smelt was like that of a stray cat and he felt the urge to keep her with him, forever.
He reached over and brushed a stray hair from her face and marveled at how pretty Jenna looked when she wasn't frowning or being on defense, not that he didn't like how she looked then, he thoroughly enjoyed watching her.
"We're here sir" Mallory said as she pulled the car to a halt, he saw her eyes watching them from the rear-view mirror. He noticed the change in her expression but she wasn't his priority at the moment and he would leave her to sort out whatever was her problem on her own.
Mallory opened the door for him and held Jenna as he stepped out of the car, he watched both women standing side by side but his full attention was on Jenna, he didn't know why but he planned on finding out with time, if she let him.
He lifted Jenna bridal style and waited for Mallory to open the front door for him, she handed him the keys after opening the door. He collected it from her, walked in and slammed the door shut.
He had never let a woman into his house, he found it weird, inappropriate even to have them invading his personal space but it didn't feel that way with her, maybe it was because she reminded him of a stray cat.
He walked into his bedroom, it was pristine and clean with its all-grey interior, from the king-sized bed made and carved articulately from oak wood, to its grey dresser and grey oak wood wardrobe. It was a sacred place to him.
He stopped at the foot of his bed; wondering if she was clean enough for him to drop without staining his sheets. Jenna shifted in his arms and her warm forehead came in contact with his neck.
His face turned pink and he took in a deep breath to settle his thoughts and shallow emotions. He laid her down on his bed carefully, she didn't wake up, which was to be expected since she was sick and looked like she didn't get enough sleep or food.
He traced her face with his index finger before getting up to get a wash cloth and a bowl of water.
*
Jenna rolled over, and for once it felt great. There was no spring poking into her sides along with a worn and beaten mattress hardly providing comfort against the wooden frame of the bed.
She snuggled into the sheets, feeling refreshed. Everything felt fluffy and warm unlike how it felt back home.
An alarm rang in Jenna's head and she shut up, her eyes wide and frantic as she finally realized that something was wrong. This wasn't her bed, neither was it her house. There were no screaming kids or crying babies, no one was yelling and it didn't smell like mold, it was the exact opposite of her house and it scared her.
She looked under the blanket and sighed in relief when she saw she was still fully dressed and not hurt.
"Who would want anything from you?" the voice sneered, "you're not even worth anything"
Jenna had to agree, she wasn't worth anything, and she definitely wasn't sex slave material on top of it, so whoever had her was losing way more than he could ever gain from her.
Jenna looked around and felt out of place, she felt like a dirty stain on a white carpet. Her skin color and background made her feel that way, and her current hygienic state was nothing to write home about as well.
A door at the far right of the room opened a man clad in a only sweatpants walked out with a towel on his face. Jenna stared, suddenly aware of the fact that she was in a room alone with a man that was literally naked.
She had never looked upon a man's nakedness in person, it was forbidden by her father. He wanted her to stay as pure as ever so she could be sold at the highest price, or at least it was what he always said to her.
She could feel her face getting hot as she watched him rub the towel on his face, she was curious about what he looked like, very curious actually but she could wait to see the face of her captor.
"And I thought I was the weird one for watching you sleep" he said as dropped the towel into a basket in front of the bathroom door, his grey eyes watching her with so much interest it made Jenna feel hot all over.
It was a feeling she had never felt before, it made her scared.
Jenna opened her mouth to counter his statement, to tell him he was wrong, but she couldn't because it was true. She had been watching the complete stranger who had kidnapped her dry his hair.
"Say something you fool!" the voice commanded, "we can't have ourselves looking weak and useless in front of him"
The voice was right, Jenna cleared her throat, prepared to speak when Adam raised his hand, "Hold that thought sweetheart" he said with a wink.