Arianna
One. Two. Three...I start counting my last seconds as I close my eyes, still feeling the pain on my cheek from the slap Charles inflicted on me. There was no use for begging because he isn't listening to me.
No way my stalker would allow this man take me away, right?
It was a wishful thinking and I was crazy to want my own stalker (who is probably a serial killer) to save me from this horrible man but at least my stalker never wanted me in harm's way. He even calmed me down over the phone conversation.
Yes, I think I am crazy.
The arms on my waist makes me feel disgusted when Charles pushes me inside the car with force and roughly grabs both of my wrists. Leaning in my face, he smiles.
"If you fight me, it will not end well for you so be a good girl and sit tight," he grabs zip ties from his jacket and ties my hands together as I watch in horror his actions.
Don't freak out. Don't freak out. Please don't. I don't want to think what he is planning for me.
My breath shallow, he then takes some fabric from his jacket and I realize that it's a blindfold. With a shake of my head, he slaps my cheek again and ties the blindfold on me as darkness completely drowns me in despair, not knowing my fate.
Probably raped along with other sick people like him.
Tortured after they are done using my body.
Killed and buried in the ground somewhere where no one will find me ever again. Then my bones will start to decay, my existence soon to be forgotten.
What a tragic way to go.
Why there isn't any person who can help a lady in need? I'm sure someone saw me get dragged away and then pushed into the car but I think no one likes to meddle with trouble. It will end badly for them too.
My wounded cheek hurts from tears and I hear him slam the door shut.
I listen for him to open the driver's door when suddenly there is a loud thud outside as the door slums shut once again. My heart leaps out of my chest when I don't hear him inside the car but something is happening outside of it.
There is a shout from someone when the car gets rattled by someone slamming into it then it gets quiet and calm.
Breathing through my nose, I can only listen to the sounds outside because of my lack of eyesight. I gasp when I hear the trunk open and something heavy is thrown into it.
What the fuck is happening?
It makes a banging noise when it comes down again so it's close. Waiting for the worst, my side of the door opens and I feel hands touch my face gently.
I recoil from him," Please don't do this," I cry harder.
"Baby, it's me," the voice is unfamiliar but familiar at the same time when he wraps his big arms around me to calm me down.
My body is frozen as revelation hits me.
It's my stalker.
His scent envelopes me and it hits me hard when I brush my nose against his neck, the strong scent of citrus and rich coffee with his own masculine body cologne hitting right in the nose, making me dizzy for how wonderful he smells.
What the heck am I thinking?
"It's you?" My voice is small.
"Yes, unfortunately we are meeting under forced circumstances but I couldn't wait for him to hurt you even more. It was killing me on the way here, wishing for his blood on my hands," he growls but still softening his voice for me.
I reach for my blindfold but he stops me.
"I'm not yet ready for you to see me yet," he whispers against my ear.
"Why? You're really that ugly? Do you think I will want to run from you?" I joke.
Feeling his hand on the back of my head, he strokes it with affectionate touch when he lets out a soft chuckle, the sound giving me the tingling sensation all over my body.
"I'm afraid it will be quite the opposite, little rabbit," he murmurs and I feel him kiss my ear," You couldn't handle me this soon. You're already shivering in my arms," his voice drops lower.
"Prove it," I blurt out before I can stop myself.
"Prove what?" His low words drag against my ear, oh so, deliciously.
"That I can't handle you. Let me see you," I dare him to remove my blindfold so I could be right that he is just a simple man with unhealthy obsession with me. I just wanted to know the face behind those messages.
He doesn't answer right away.
Exhaling softly, he kisses my wounded cheek," will you be a good girl for me?"
I shiver from his kiss, shocked that I don't push this stranger away but I don't seem to do so when I nod and painfully wait for him to remove it from my eyes.
Loosening the cloth, I feel the fabric falling from my eyes and I blink.
Golden orbs are staring back at me.
Oh shit. I'm in so much trouble.
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It has to be a joke.
My stalker was the most handsome man I've ever seen in my life.
With a chiseled jaw, his face looked like he has stepped from hell, if Hades would be hot. A little stubble on his cheeks, dark eyelashes framing his beautiful golden eyes which seemed too familiar to me. Thick eyebrows were furrowed in a sensual expression, letting me to look at him as I took his face into my memory.
His hair was jet black, perfectly styled except from some annoying strands falling over his forehead and ears but that seemed to make the appearance even more alluring.
The man was in a dark clothing, his dress shirt with his three buttons open to reveal inked pecs and his sleeves were rolled over his toned forearms to reveal more tattoos.
His muscular body filled the car like another wall compared to me because he was pretty big and jacked but not too much. His lean waist was also invisible as the shirt was tucked into his pants.
His right arm rested over the trunk backseats watching me with a dark gaze and seeing my expression to him made the man smile, those sensual lips curling into
a smirk, as it screamed arrogance and power.
"I-I...you look," I couldn't even stammer out my words because I was that speechless.
This gorgeous specimen was stalking me?
Leaning in my face, he stops a breath away from my lips, his hot breath pulling me under his spell when I feel his knuckle under my chin as he looks at me in the eyes.
"Told you that you couldn't handle me, little rabbit," he smiles again and that smile gives me butterflies in my stomach.
I force myself to snap out of it, to push him away and run but I don't do anything, I was too weak for him.
He swallows my sigh with his mouth, taking my breath away when that wicked tongue entangled with mine with my surprised gasp between. Chuckling, he pulls away and breathes against my lips but I'm too far gone to hear him properly.
"What?"
Sealing his lips over mine again, he repeats," It's Vincent, baby."
So my stalker has a name.