His Obsession

Chapter 1 - Taken

Walking alone in the dark in the rain? Definitely not my original plan. All I wanted was my manager to keep her promise and give me a ride home, but oh no! There was no room in her eight-seated car because her boyfriend was hitching a ride with her.

I mentally roll my eyes as the rain continues to trickle down my back and I run my hands up and down my arms attempting to stay warm. Uber? I think not. No service can be found in this area, and no money can be found in my pockets. Still three days until my paycheck.

I pull my phone out hoping to see a bar of service but unfortunately, there only lies a black screen with my hideous reflection bouncing off of it signaling the device is dead.

I groan and start to jog, tired as I am, just wanting to get home. Why couldn't I afford a car? I'm 20 years old and living alone. For Pete's sake I should have a car! I run my fingers through my wet, raven, black hair in attempt to release the stress held within me.

I suddenly get an off-set vibe. I turn and see that there's a hooded figure about 10 feet away from me. Is he following me? I turn back around and jog faster, and jerk my head back to see he is as well. Well, f**k.

I sprint faster until a heavy weight slams my body to the ground. I try to kick and scream but the man's hand covers my mouth and he straddles me to the ground a puts a cloth over my face. "Goodnight, Princess," is the last thing I hear before everything goes black.

*****

"My wrists hurt like crap" is the first thing that enters my mind when wake up. My feet and hands are currently tied to a bed...a bed with just a head board and mattress. No frame.

I seem to be in a dimly lit room, but not a basement. I know that because of the barred windows revealing the heads of trees outside. The room is small, and only consists of the mattress/head board and a small chair in the corner of the room.

There are two windows on each side of the room each exactly across from each other, one of them being directly above me which is the one with thick, black curtains concealing everything.

I hear loud footsteps approaching the room and I shrink back towards the head board. This can't be good. I shut my eyes tightly as I hear the metal door creak open and then slam closed. I open one eye to see a man.

But not just any man. A sexy, Greek god man with soft, bouncy, black hair on top of his head. He's about 6'7, much taller than me as I'm only 5'4, and I see he has a huge muscular build through his T-shirt.

God, I could stare at those stormy gray eyes for hours. He would probably use his perfect jawline to slice wounds into me if he were to abuse me in any way, which, he most likely would. He did kidnap after all.

That last thought finally snaps me out of checking this man out. Fear, hatred, and many other emotions envelop me at once. "P-please whatever y-you're going to d-do to me just g-get it over with." I stutter, tightly closing my eyes and bracing myself for any impact or hits.

And then he starts laughing. Why is he laughing? I open my eyes to see him almost falling over with laughter. Once he's finally finished with his...moment...he sits down beside me and puts a hand on my face.

I wish I could slap it away. "Don't worry sweet heart, I'm not going to hurt you. Just as long as you do what I say and follow my orders, everything will be just classy!" He reaches over and unties me.

As soon as all of my limbs are loose I book it for the door, resulting in me getting pinned up against the wall, my back facing this bastard. I feel his breath on my ear sending tingles down my spine.

"Don't try to escape. You'll get punished, m'kay?" He whispers gently, though I don't even want to think about what he means by "punished." He gently turns me around to face him and moves a strand of hair from my face, smiling. "God, you're perfect." What? Excuse me?

After being creepy and staying like that for a while, he backs up and exits the room leaving me there confused as hell. What is my kidnapper up to?