Captured My Heart

Chapter 3

    In the outside world, I had no idea how hard the people I loved were searching for answers about what occurred that night. When my mom discovered I was missing, she couldn't report me missing. She was instructed by the operator to wait 48 hours. The operator attempted to comfort my mother by saying she was sure I'd turn up. I was a grown woman; for all they knew, I could've gone willingly. As far as the police were concerned, I was a classic case of gone girl, but my parents and Rainey knew better. I wouldn't have run off and left them without notice, especially not without my phone. They couldn't wrap their heads around what happened.

    My parents put flyers up around town while Rainey commissioned social media pages dedicated to finding my whereabouts. My loved ones' hearts broke more and more with each passing hour. My parents were the most distraught: my father didn't go to work, and my mother didn't get off the phone, calling each one of her friends to see if they had seen me. The second 48 hours had passed, my mother dialed 911 to report her precious baby girl missing; she described, based on what Rainey told her, that I was wearing a tight navy blue dress that came to my mid-thigh, and my dark brown hair was in loose curls that fell a couple of inches past my shoulders. She felt like her heart had been ripped from her chest by a bear.

Rainey's Point of View

    Where is Casey? Leaving without a moment's notice is not like her. I shouldn't have talked her into going out with me when she insisted we should stay at her house. She wouldn't have gone clubbing otherwise. It's all my fault. I haven't felt this bad since I slept with Josh in our junior year and didn't tell her. God damn, I need a drink. I ordered an Uber and went to Harley's Pub to get my mind off of everything. 

    I was four rounds in when it came to me that the bar we were at may have cameras. I would've immediately called Mrs. Hicks if I hadn't spotted the blonde sitting alone. How was a person that hot so depressed that they were day drinking? I struck up a conversation with Mr. Blond and Miserable, and after talking about how his girlfriend left him, we ended up in the backseat of his car. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. Right? After giving him my Snapchat, I called Mrs. Hicks and told her to meet me at the bar 3 blocks down from the diner on Main Street.

Georgina's Point of View

    Rainey sounded sloppy over the phone, but I couldn't blame her; everyone copes differently. It was hard for her to lose her closest friend even though she was a backstabbing cunt. I never said a word about what I saw in the mall parking lot, and I regret not mentioning it to Casey. My sweet baby girl didn't deserve a lying slut for a best friend. Despite my feelings about her, Rainey has been very helpful in the search for Casey. Her efforts are why I was on the way to the bar they went to Friday night.

    When I arrived at the rundown, hole-in-the-wall establishment that was Slappy's Nightclub, Rainey was leaning against the outside wall waiting for me. She looked like she was asleep, and she probably was. I got out of the car and approached her; I caught a whiff of the noxious fumes of vodka emanating off Rainey. Get your s**t together.

    "Rainey, honey, I'm here; let's go talk to the manager about those tapes," I said as I went into mom-mode. She startled awake and jumped into action: practically running to the office. Just as I got to the doorway, I heard Rainey demand that the poor manager let us see the video from that night.

    "Please, excuse her; she's not taking my daughter's disappearance well," I said in a tone that told Rainey to shut the hell up and let me speak. The manager was a tall, stalky man who had an all-business air about him.

    "It's quite alright, ma'am; I couldn't even begin to imagine what that's like," he said sympathetically. He pulled up the video. Nothing came from it except an insight into my daughter's taste in men. Nothing looked unusual at all to me; the girls walked out together, completely unscathed. The video hadn't answered any of my questions. I thanked the manager for his time and dragged Rainey out to my car; I'd have to get her home before my distaste for her became too much.

Axel's Point of View

    She was still sleeping when I woke up. She's gorgeous: she has dark brown hair that complements her fair, clear complexion. Her emerald eyes are so captivating; I could stare into them for hours, getting lost in the endless pools of bright green wonder. She looked so calm when she was sleeping; when she looked at me, there was always a hint of panic. Last night though, there was something different: compassion. 

    She put aside her need to eat to comfort me last night. While she's so selfless, here I go being a selfish d**k. I took her from everyone she loves because I wanted her to be mine: only mine. I can't let her leave now; she'd go straight to the police. Maybe one day, she'll choose to stay here with me. I hope that's the case; I need her more than the air I breathe. Her aura is so intoxicating. I need to be with her. I sat stroking her hair for a while, and then, careful not to disturb her, I got up to cook breakfast.

Casey's Point of View

    I awoke to the aroma of bacon and eggs, which only made my stomach growl more. I tried the doorknob and was pleasantly surprised when it turned. I pushed the door open and followed the delicious scent. When I stepped into the kitchen doorway, Axel had his back towards me; he was standing at the stove, shirtless: this gave me a chance to get a look at his very defined back muscles. As much as I hated to admit it, He was the sexiest man I'd ever seen with his stupid muscles and striking eyes. A criminal shouldn't be sexy; it gave me a whole new perspective on being attracted to "bad boys."

    "Goodmorning, Sunshine!" my daydreaming was abruptly interrupted by an aggravatingly chipper Axel. How can he act like this is an ordinary situation? Ah, yes, I forgot: everyone kidnaps the people they find attractive. He sat a plate at the island and patted the barstool, signaling me to sit. He made himself a plate and sat down next to me.

    "How did you sleep?" He asked, appearing genuinely curious.

    "It was ok," I replied, but in reality, it was the best I had ever slept in my life; the way he held me was perfect. It had been like the entire universe had aligned: allowing me to slip into a state that was better than any sleep I had ever experienced. I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach; I shouldn't have been so comfortable wrapped in this man's arms. What was wrong with me?

    "Well, I, for one, had a wonderful night," he declared. Of course, you did, asshole.

    "Why's that?" I asked with a facetious tone.

    "Because you cuddled with me." He had a taunting hint in his voice that made me roll my eyes: with that, his expression changed completely. His eyes went dark, and he moved so fast I didn't even see him bend me over his lap.

    "What did I say about being defiant?" He asked firmly.

    "But I wasn't-" I protested.

    "Rolling your eyes at me is an act of defiance." His voice was dark. "For that, you will count each smack; if you do not, I will start over." He pulled the hem of the tiny dress up above my ass.

    The first was the hardest; it felt ice cold and then hot a mere second later. The second, however, gave me a feeling I wished a could avoid, and as I counted to five, each time Axel's cold hand came in contact with my bare skin, I became more and more aroused.

    When it was over, I was in pain, but my tears fell because I was ashamed that I am so attracted to a man who was so vile.

    He saw my tears and pulled me into his arms; he held me while I cried. He stroked my head as I wept into his chest. It felt odd to be comforted by him, but strangely pleasant. I looked up at him, and then, as he was gazing into my eyes, I did something that surprised myself. I kissed him: my eyes closed as my lips met his. His hands entangled in my hair, and for a moment, it felt like we were breathing for each other.