My Captor; learning his little secret

Chapter 5

Camilla wouldn't be much of a hostage if the thought of escape hadn't crossed her mind even once.

Nate himself had anticipated this and made her watch as he piled on weapon after weapon into his belt, sending her a clear message with his eyes

'Do not under any circumstances try anything f*****g stupid or else'. They seemed to say to her.

She gulped visibly and he knew his job of instilling fright was done. For other measures, he proceeded to speak in a much more intense tone than ever, voicing out again what his eyes had said.

"You're to stay in sight no matter what. My eyes are not to strain themselves looking for you,” he growled, taking consecutive steps towards her until he was so close, she could feel his breath fan across her face.

"You try something stupid and people might just get hurt because of your actions.”

Her fear was like a pheromone, her shivering fork causing the men to turn and sneer, each one trying to poke in his own sort of fear. His arms laid hold of her hands, wrapping tightly around them. His heavy boots stomping and creating a path as he dragged her out.

Camilla was blindfolded again. She hated the feel of the cloth across her eyes but even then she could see bits of sunlight as it trickled it's way past the tiniest holes of the fabric. She felt the warmth of it as it cascaded across her skin.

She'd lost track of time on that dingy testosterone filled manhole she'd been cooped up in but it couldn't have been more than a few days and yet it felt like years since sunlight had touched her skin.

There was no time for basking in this new found semi-freedom as she was hoisted up in a rather undignified manner before the short yell even managed to escape her mouth.

A few short steps where her ribs banged hard into heavyset shoulders caused her to grimace in pain and she was tossed quite roughly onto a hard surface.

"Ouch!" She cried wincing in pain.

"Hey boss," A thick voice called out.

"Don't you think we should shut her up a bit? Getting kind of awfully loud in there. Wouldn't want to attract unnecessary attention to you now would we?"

"Don't worry," Nate’s voice distinctly rang out. "She knows what happens if she doesn't stay quiet, don't you Camilla?"

Shoot, he'd realized she'd been listening so there was no point downplaying it anymore. A subtle nod from her seemed to disperse all the uncertainty the men had.

The other preparations were made without anyone else bothering to pay her attention. She was an obedient little lamb as far as anyone could tell.

No one might have possibly known what plans ran through her head, no one but him. Too bad he was the one accompanying her.

Whatever road he took, it was not worth the freedom of being out. Camilla's body groaned in abject and constant torture from the bumpy road.

Her body protesting every mile and when she'd even made a notion to complain, he'd only increased his speed like the proper brute he was.

"f**k!" She swore a little too loudly and the car came to an abrupt stop.

She had hoped it wasn't her outburst that had resulted to this, and part of her heart seemed to sink as the blindfold was ripped off her face, allowing her eyes to face the harshness of the light, light of which she had been starved of for quite awhile.

It took quite awhile and a whole lot of blinking alongside other eye routines to get herself accustomed to the light and when she did, she found blue eyed man still in his mask but his face contorted into what might be the worst scowl ever.

"Finished princess?" He growled. "Or should I get you some scented drops for your eyes?"

Hard to believe this was the same man who had pulled a gun on his goon-teammate, whatever for her sake but then again she wasn't so surprised giving the fact that he had actually kidnapped her.

"Listen here," he tells her a bit too aggressively. "My men are in there pseudo shopping keeping an eye on you. The cameras, hacked trained on you. Pull the funniest s**t or leave my sight for the briefest second and we'll end up with a lot of dead people. Now, I'm ok with a little blood on my hands but are you?"

Camilla couldn't help but think how true this could actually be. He wouldn't be that stupid as to shove up a wad of cash in her hands and send her into a*****e full of possible helpers unsupervised. She felt his eyes trained on her as she entered into the mini-mart and proceeded with shaky hands to do her shopping.

Nate himself had set a timer for her. Masked or not, danger or not, once it hit zero he was going in there for her. He wondered if she knew he had been bluffing slightly on some of the things he'd said.

True they were one or two keeping an eye out for her but his unit was down. Aidan their in house computer genius had been killed a few weeks ago so he had to rely on the sparse intel he was given by his comrades from within and that made him slightly uncomfortable.

It wasn't that he didn't trust them, again there was something about him that needed to be in control, almost fed off of it too, s**t! He needed something to distract himself, to turn his mind off of this, he needed a-

A heavy wind blew forth in that moment, and alongside dust and trash came the distraction that Nate had prayed for. The gust of wind brought forth a piece of paper that clung heavily to Nate's windshield and the picture on it was just enough to capture his interest.

Framed slightly was Camilla's face with a hundred thousand dollar reward on leads that led to finding her courtesy of her parents. Nate's hand reached for it, grabbing the piece of paper fiercely and his eyes roamed over the money. Seemed like the resident nurse wasn't just a nobody after all.

In that moment an idea began to form and though he wouldn't know it yet, that singular thought would change everything for him.