Unbeknownst to Naomi, the kidnapper watched her as she slowly walked around this austere room, wrapped only in a towel. His eyes noticed her figure, shapely legs, and there was no denying, though thin, she was female. Even that day when she tried to escape squirming in his arms against his body, she felt delectable, soft, and feminine. Quickly dismissing those thoughts, he taps on the door to make her aware of his presence.
She turned towards the door, and without any shame of her body, she walked to where the mysterious man entered the bathroom. His voice was deep and crucial. "Here are some clothes for you."
"Thank you. I'll get dressed shortly."
It was weird. When Naomi passed out after she first arrived, he had taken her to the bathroom in an unconscious state. But seei
