I don't know if it was the thought of being held at ransom for who knows how long or the fact that that meant I could get out of here that was making me antsy.
"So meanwhile, we'll just be sitting here like a couple of gentlemanly idiots until it does pass."
"We could just let it pass," he agreed, "or we could stop beating around the bush and you can come with me. Or will I have to use force?"
I stared at him long and hard. "But you just said it wasn't the right time yet…"
"I'm trying to make this easier for you. Waiting is really painful," he warns as he offers me his hand. I take it, confused, and he yanks me into him so our bodies are pressing against each other and our lips are almost touching.
His eyes are dark, and they shine with barely-disguised excitement. I feel terror slither its way down my spine, and I jerk away from him, spitting the words, “Don’t touch me!”
He laughs, "do you even know how much money you're worth, sweetheart?" A chill runs through me, soaking it's way down to my very bones.
He smirks at me and hooks his thumbs on his belt loops.
The next sentence he says twists my stomach more than the last one. "You're priceless."
It's suddenly very hard to breathe. All I can think is 'he knows who I am'.
"Am I an object to you?" I snarled, grabbing his hand.
"Far from it my dear" he politely conters, turning me around and presses my back onto him, he lays an arm across my shoulder and fumbles in one of his pockets.
I take this marvelous chance to bring my elbow back against him, hard. I'm not quite sure if I want this guy to be my ticket out of here after all…
he growls, but doesn't seem to budge his position "Time to sleep my dear" i hear him say, then he presses a cloth over my mouth and nose "Shhhh, just go to sleep" he whispers when i start to struggle in vain.
My vision blurs and the world sinks into black.
The next thing I see is my little sister, holding my hand. She seems lost, but not sad.
He has control over me, thats what i know when i slip into nothingness. Sometime later I wake up and wonder where I am "Welcome to my world sweetheart!" i hear his voice and i feel panic.
"Why are you here?" she asks. "I told you never to follow me."
"Oh I didn't follow you, I took you with me" i hear him say and hear a devious laugh..
Honestly, I'm not even sure which would've been worse.
He steps into my view and grins at me "Hello sweety-pie, how you doin'?" i stare blank into his eyes, showing no emotions…
My throat dry, I manage to croak out: "Where am I? Who are you, really?"
He keeps on grinning, its a creepy one and im afraid of him "You are in my world sweety" he tells me, he frowns upon my question "Im not sure you wanna know who I really am"
"Wh-Why?" I'm starting to feel sick.
"Because then you'd be really afraid," he says, and amidst my panic I find it in me to frown at him. This is all so cliche.
However, my confidence vanishes in a matter of seconds as I watch the man walk over to me, leaning his face down towards mine. Fidgeting in the chair I was tied to, I crane my head back and hiss as his rough hand slides down my cheek.
I wake up gasping. It had all seemed so real. It was time to go.