The Bad Boy Kidnapped Me

Chapter 2 - Kidnapped

Evangeline

I woke up to the music of 'Shape Of You' by Ed Sheeran. The song was playing at a deafeningly high volume. I opened my eyes, but couldn't see anything. There was complete darkness. I tried to move my hands but they were tied up behind my back. My mouth was covered with a piece of tape and I was left completely helpless. Tears threatened to flow from my eyes as I remembered how I had been kidnapped. I tried to scream despite knowing it was of no use.

At once, the volume of the music became lower. "Shhh... It's okay, relax," a deep and manly voice said, in attempted soothing tone, yet it had no effect on me. If anything it just made me want to scream louder but I knew it would be in vain.

I squirmed and continued to try to break free. The blindfold was then removed from my eyes and the sudden light blinded me for a couple of seconds. I had to blink three or four times before I could see anything properly and my eyes shifted to my surroundings. I was still in that gorgeous car and it seemed like we were driving on a highway. It was already morning which meant that I was out for the entire night. I then turned to look at my kidnapper and I was shocked at what I saw.

Instead of being a creepy, scary man, he looked like a freaking model. His features were perfect. He had perfect cheekbones, and his jawline was so sharp, it could cut something. His eyes were the most gorgeous and gentle brown eyes I had seen. The light stubble along his jaw made him look even better. He was obviously young, looking just a year or two older than I was. His dark brown hair was styled perfectly and his lips had a perfect shape. Even though he was sitting, I could tell that this person was at least 6'2 or 6'3.

He was wearing a black leather jacket with dark gray jeans, ripped at the knees as well as slightly above them. Underneath the jacket was a white shirt which perfectly hugged his body and even through his clothes I could tell that he had a great physique. He was also wearing a black stud in one of his ears, and had a black dragon tattoo on the side of his neck which gave him that 'don't mess with me, I'm a bad boy' image. He was the most good looking guy I'd ever come across.

"If you promise not to scream, I'll remove the tape." He said, breaking me out of my thoughts. Was I seriously checking out my kidnapper? I looked at him, not really offering any kind of response.

"Do you promise?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

I slowly nodded, as there would be no use of screaming anyway. It didn't seem like there would be anyone around to help me.

He removed the tape and I coughed. I licked my dry lips to moisten them but it didn't make much of a difference because my mouth was completely dry.

"Here, have some water," he offered bringing a bottle of water close to my lips. I looked at it and then looked at him suspiciously. "Chill, I've not mixed anything into it," he said honestly. I knew that if he did want to make me unconscious he could just use the chloroform again and so I brought my lips to the head of the bottle and sipped the water. I slowly drank the entire bottle of water, as I was really thirsty. He remained patient and was quiet the entire time. He then threw the empty bottle in the back seat carelessly, and shifted his eyes back to the road.

Who is he? Why did he kidnap me? Where are we going? My mind was filled with millions of questions, but I didn't have the audacity to ask, so I remained quiet and tried to move my hands. My wrists were hurting and I whimpered. I was in a really uncomfortable position. At that, he suddenly stopped the car and I looked at him confused.

He brought his hands towards me and I flinched away with a small gasp.

"It's okay, don't be afraid. I'm only untying you," he stated.

I breathed heavily and then let him touch me. He untied my hands and I started massaging my wrists, one at a time. They were stinging pretty bad. He was looking at me but I kept on looking down.

"You must be wondering who I am," he finally spoke and I just stared at him, not saying anything.

"My name is Lars, Lars Knight. I'm not going to hurt you, so don't worry," he stated as if it was supposed to make me feel better.

Tears rolled down my face and I shifted my gaze back to the road. He brought his hands towards my face and again I flinched away.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly.

I wanted to yell at him for k********g me and then having the guts to ask me 'what's wrong?' but instead I said, "Please... Please don't hurt me. Please, just let me go..." with tears spilling uncontrollably from my eyes.

"Hey... Calm down, don't cry, please. I'm not gonna hurt you," he soothed. "But I can't let you go either."

"Why did you kidnap me?" I asked sniffing.

"You'll find out soon." he simply stated.

"Is there anything else you want to ask me?" he asked in a calm tone.

"Where are we going?" I asked, wiping the tears off my cheek.

"My place," he replied.

After that I shut up, and got lost in my thoughts, while he started driving again. What must be his motive behind k********g me? My family's not that rich or powerful. At the thought of my family, my heart instantly sank to my knees, as I started missing my loving mom, my protective dad and my annoying brother who loved me more than anything. Tears started to flow from my eyes again, as I sat in that comfortable passenger seat of the BMW.

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"We're here," Lars said, as we pulled into the driveway of a... House. Okay, it was a huge freaking mansion, the largest I'd seen in real life! It looked like a house straight out of the movies, resembling a bit to the mansion in Taylor Swift's Blank Space music video. But I have to admit it was better than the one in the video. It even had a large fountain at the front and two gorgeous cars stood near the main entrance. It was simply magnificent. What more can I say?

I gaped at the house. As comfortable as it would be to live in, it would be equally hard to escape from it. I didn't even think I would be able to stay in there, as half the time I would probably be lost in the house itself. I was even more frightened now, as we had reached our destination and I was probably about to find out why I had been kidnapped.

"Let's go," Lars commanded and unbuckled his seat belt. I sat still in my seat, paralyzed by the thought of never leaving that house once I stepped inside.

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