His Obsession

Chapter 3 - Alec

I wake up to the sound of the metal door creaking open, revealing my kidnapper's handsome face. He un-ties me and roughly pulls me up from the bed. I hold in a whimper from how tight he's holding my wrist. He leads me to the living room and sits down, pulling me on his lap. His lips come close to my ear and he rubs circles on my bruised wrists. "Your punishments over, Princess. You'll be in my room until I can fully trust you, m'kay baby? God you smell good..." He trails off as he kisses down my jawline and rubs his hands up and down my waist. I try not to moan when he starts lightly biting the side of my neck, but then pulls away which is slightly disappointing.

"I'm Alec by the way, Lita. I think you should know the name of your future boyfriend." He sends a wink my way and chuckles when he sees the blush creep up on my face. Of course he knows my name, he probably stalked me before kidnapping me. He carries me bridal style in the kitchen and sits me down at the table. "When's the last time you've eaten? You're skinny as f**k!"

"Three days ago..." I trail off, scared of what his reaction might be. His eyes widen and he immediately gets out ingredients, and soon there's roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and chile in front of me. Weird combo, but I'm thankful to have food in general. I basically inhale my food and Alec grabs a bowl of chile and sits down beside me. He wraps his muscular arms around me and nuzzles his face in my neck. "I'm so sorry Princess, I can't believe you didn't remind me to feed you. I promise I'll take better care of you."

He pulls away and groans, running his hands over his face. I place a hand on his shoulder and try to assure him that I'm fine. "Alec it's okay, you're feeding me now. And it's hard for me to really tell anyone anything when I'm scared shitless of them." He sighs and takes my wrists in his hands, rubbing them again. "Trust me Lita, in a few weeks you'll be the opposite of scared."

After we eat he carries me to his room, which is huge! The walls are dark blue and the only window is the small, glass circle just above the king sized bed. The fact that he has black sheets and a fluffy, blue comforter is the coziest thing ever. Just under the bed's last two feet is a white rug that spreads out over most of the room. A white sofa sits at the end of the bed across from a huge, theater TV with surround sound speakers.

The only other light in the room besides the window light is a tall, pure gold lamp. Connected to the bedroom is an office, with a glass desk, a black office chair, and a laptop with some pens and notebooks beside it. Across the office lies a huge walk in closet. Alec shows me my half of the closet which has designer clothes, back packs, you name it. After exploring his beautiful room, Alec lays me down on his soft bed and engulfs me in his arms, pressing me up against his chest.

He turns on the movie "IT FOLLOWS." s**t. I'm terrified of horror movies. During the scariest part, of course, Alec gets up to get us some drinks. I shrink under the covers and jump out of my skin when the door opens and he comes in with two cokes in hand. He doesn't notice, thankfully, so I can continue to keep my cool and act like I love horror movies. He hands me a coke and I scoot away from the edge of the bed, scared something might reach from under it and grab me.

Alec looks over and smirks at me. "Are you scared?"

"N-n-no. I love h-horror movies you kidding me?" I nervously laugh as if what he said was absolutely not true and ridiculous. He keeps staring at me, knowingly. "You are definitely scared." I fold my arms over my chest and huff about to fling out a retort, when a bang emits from the speakers from the movie and I jump, practically landing on Alec, probably squeezing the life out of him.

He chuckles and holds me close. "See? I told you."

"No, I'm not scared, I'm just slightly cold." Since there's no use of escaping his grip, I lay my head on his chest as I hear a chuckle rumble from him. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Princess." I bury my face in his sweatshirt, trying to ignore the awful sounds coming from the movie as he rubs his hand up in down my back trying to assure me everything's fine, while I try to assure him that I know everything's fine and that I love horror movies. I'm a great liar, I know.