At his will

What's Happening

I know this man? At least i have seen him before, but where? Think Alicia!

After about an hour, he comes back carrying a bag that he throws at me. He instructs me to get changed. I look at him, then at the bag. Did he expect me to change in front of him? Although it shouldn't matter because he could have r***d me and thrown me in a drain somewhere. I still don't feel comfortable with the idea.

Reading my mind, he points to a double door behind me. "In there and be quick about it". I hesitate but move slowly off the chair glimpsing at him to make sure it's not a trick. I open the door and enter, the place looks like a kitchen, it has all the amenities but it's different, kind of low class, I see another door so I walk to it I peep in, its a bathroom, and I'm thankful.

It even has a mirror, I'm overjoyed but why wouldn't there be a mirror in a bathroom? what was I expecting? My face is a mess and I let out a soft groan. It's blue/black and swollen and my hair is a level two disaster. I don't even want to go home looking like this, my parents will never want me to leave the house again.

I take my clothes off and inspect my body, It seems fine except for a scrape on my leg that was not there before and I did not notice when I got it. There is a knock on the door and a man says that I have thirty more seconds or he's coming in for me.

I scramble through the bag to get clothes, the urgency clear now. I find a pink blouse and a blue skirt. It's not much but it fits and it's clean. The man burst through the door startling me and saying "stop wasting time". I pick up the clothes I took off and the bag with the remaining clothes and walk out the door with him on my trail.

He leads me past where I was being held, and through a door, we ended up in a hallway, and soon came to some seats, he simply and in a demanding tone said "sit here and don't move!" And to another man coming down the opposite side of the hallway "watch her".  How many people are in this team!

I sat and bowed my head, afraid to make trouble after about twenty minutes I glimpsed at my 'supervisor' and he's busy texting away, I contemplate escaping, but that would be stupid and reckless, I'm not even sure where I am.  I could be in the desert,  on another island, even in a boat. Besides, they said they're letting me go anyway so why jeopardize my one solid chance?

"Rick! Bring her!" Mr talkative shouts from down the hall. "Yes boss!" My supervisor immediately replies jumping out of his phone Trans, he practically runs the three steps it took to get to me. "Come, quickly" he ushers me and grabs my hand and yanks me out of my chair.  This earns him a scowl from the Talkative criminal and he apologizes and loosens his grip.

Mr talkative is the boss, go figure and he doesn't want me hurt.  That's very flattering in a strange kinda way.

We enter a garage with a high roof and many cars, luxury and otherwise, vans and trucks. What kind of establishment is this?

Mr Talkative is at my side and he runs his hand down the center of my back; he guides me gently to our left with his hands and his words "Come this way" it's simple but its a command, I know this because when he bumps into me deliberately, I feel a gun stuck in his waist, coupled with his touch I feel put out.

I'm led to a black Bentley and he opens the door for me, I hesitate because I'm reminded of the situation. A situation I momentarily forgot about because I was being treated nicely by my handsome captor.  "It's ok no one is going to hurt you, you're going home" I stare at him, mouth ajar, fear and doubt in my eyes. "I promise" he adds; and I hope it holds sincerity. I slowly proceed to enter the car. I slide over to the opposite corner by the door.  He enters and closes the door, and stays to the far end.  He pulls out his phone and sends a text? Then he looks at me! I turn my head quickly but I'm sure he saw me looking and I'm embarrassed, I feel him staring me down and my insides fold in on itself. "please don't change your mind, please don't change your mind" I silently beg.

He starts texting again and I sneak a peek up at him, he smirks, he's actually very handsome I have to admit, Then the realization hits me, he's blushing! Who's he blushing at?  I mean, it's not like if I want him; oh definitely not, he kidnapped me for god's sake and I'm a married woman for crying out loud. This flutter in my chest has me questioning my sanity but I will just ignore it.

After about twenty minutes of silence, he shifts in his seat and startles me.  I hold my chest and my breathing increases. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you".  After a few deep breaths, I assure myself I'm fine.  "We'll be stopping for breakfast shortly I know you must be hungry" hungry is an understatement, I'm starved; my stomach on queue just to embarrass me, growls. I look away not wanting to face him and we travel the rest of the distance in silence.

We pull up to a cafe with a line out front, he gets out and holds my hand and gently assist me out of the back, we look like a couple to the unsuspecting eye.  Especially, when he puts his arm around my waist and draws me into him and dips his face in the crook of my neck as if we are in love and he can't get enough of me. "Do not do anything stupid, or I will have to hurt you" he pronounces every syllable in a stern and authoritative voice, and a chill runs through my body and I'm paralyzed; even after he tries to guide me to the cafe. "Move" his simple command said with a smile on his face as if he's just told a joke. I snap out of my trance and walk forward,  he heads to the door ignoring the line and nods at the doorman who nods back, is this his kidnap victim cafe, does he feed all his victims here? The thought upsets me but not in the way it would a rational person, I'm actually jealous! A strange need to be special or unique is pulling at my brain.

Now I've always had an attention problem,  being an only child I demanded it, all of it, so I'm not surprised that when someone ignores me I get upset. I assume though knowing the situation I'm currently in and that fact that I don't need his attention, I should stop feeling this way but it's all I'm thinking about now.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I snap my head down and his hand is on my thigh. I look at him in pure confusion. "You ok baby girl?" He asks and reaches his hand out to wipe my face, I'm crying? Why am I crying? I look around and see that a waiter is also at our table looking at me strangely. Oh! So that's why he's all baby, baby that criminal. That no good, tall, strong, stupid, argh; I can't even cuss him out right in my mind.

I realize he's waiting on an answer to his latest 'what's wrong' "I'm fine" I belt out a little softer than I expected, "you sure, then why are you crying?" He stares deep into my eyes and I know he's telling me to get my act together before I make everyone aware of our 'situation'. I wipe my face vigorously and adjust in my seat. He smiles and rubs my hand as if he's comforting me.  He must be some kind of actor because nobody is the wiser.

"Give us a few more minutes please" and the waiter is all too happy to be rid of our drama.  "You sure you're good?" He asks and I look for the waiter who is long gone and we don't need to pretend for him anymore; so he really wants to know?

"I.. I'm fine, I don't know why I'm crying, really I'm fine". I say while shaking my head. "Just don't do that again" he looks at me sternly. "Now, are you hungry?, the food here is pretty good".

He signals another waiter and a girl comes over.  "Hi I'm Chelsea and I'll be your waitress this afternoon.

"Yeah I'll have the pasta..." and he continues to make his order. Then the place is silent, indicating my que to place my order. "Yes, I'm sorry, can I have the Ceasar salad please".

"A salad, aren't you hungry?" he asks clearly annoyed. 

"I'm good, thanks" I mutter. With that 'Chelsea' says the regular pleasantries and goes on her way.

He takes my hand in his and moves in closer to me, "I.. I.." was all I managed to say and suddenly his lips were on mine!

Is this happening? WTF he's kissing me!

His tongue is caressing mine, soft and skilled. His face is pressed against mine.  I could smell him, A rich masculine, cologne. I could taste him, the sweet fragrance of cherry? or some form of berry, a bit tangy and very sweet and rich.  Reality hits me that his tongue is in my mouth.  It was so instantaneous and urgent that I didn't get to stop it. I was lost in it but only for a second... I submitted to desire, but only for a moment. I wanted the promises offered in the kiss, but only because I didn't class them with my assailant. Just a man who could kiss the life out of a woman. 

I pull away in realization of who my body is aching for, and stare at him in disbelief, he turns his head away from me not able to meet my gaze and fidget uncomfortably; "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to do that" I am speechless, so many thoughts running through my head, why did he kiss me? How is my lips still feeling his touch, I put my hand to my lips unconsciously, and most importantly; why is my body reacting so much for HIM?