My Captor; learning his little secret

Chapter 3

"Let me go home,” She demanded again fighting hard against her restraints.

A cold laugh wafted it's way to her ears, making the situation even more real to her and her body pricked and itched, sporting goosebumps all over as hard rough hards trailed it's way down her skin, all the way to her jawline before grabbing her roughly by said jaw.

"Who says you aren't home baby girl?" A man whispered in her ears causing her to shiver in fear.

"Let me go!" Camilla screamed some more, as if it'd do anything to placate them into releasing her. "please let me go.”

Cool metal slid against her skin and her hands grew clammy as her mind wandered as to what weapon they planned to use on her.

"You seem like a good obedient nurse,” his voice came again. "I would really hate to mar this beautiful supple skin of yours but then again, I'd also really hate to repeat myself so unless you want to be hurt you're gonna listen is that clear?"

Camilla shook her head in a fervent yes as she heard the clicking of a gun.

"Good these men in masks you're to attend to are men worth ten of your lives so they mustn't die.”

Another fervent nod.

"Good,” said the man in a low growl. "Under no circumstances are you to glimpse our faces, too much information about us can get you killed, are we clear?"

Another nod.

"Good. Now I suggest you get back to work and stop being a nuisance else you'll get what's coming for you." The burly man said.

"And one more thing, you had better get used to your new home and fast.”

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Nate learnt to let Chad do the initiation. He had found that none could instil as much fear as he could and he needed compliance if his men were to be saved and not just because the hips and curves on her stirred his c**k or the innocency on her lips made him want to make a spectacle of his masculinity. When last had he..

"It's done,” Chad's voice boomed as he barged in to the small closeted sized space that served as his quarters "she's working on them now.”

"Learn to knock,” Nate sighed. "One would think everything we had been through would at least imprint some manners on you and it's good she's working we'll take shifts keeping an eye on her.”

"Do you really think she can save them?” Chad asked, his tone voicing his deep concerns. "Can-"

"She has no choice,” Nate replied grimly. "Not if she wants to survive."

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Tick tock

Tick tock

Heavy beads of sweat traced it's way down Camilla's skin, and every touch of the wind seemed to come with it's own uncomfortable itch. The room itself was draped in semi-darkness and a complete and stifling silence that seemed to drain her already empty well of strength.

The labored breathing of the men came in. Men upon which she had toiled upon all night and a fraction of the day, supplies were insufficient and she was barely able to grasp hold of their life thread and in every moment Camilla feared that one of them would stop and her life will be forfeit.

The very thought of escape had filtered it's way into her mind on more than one occasion, even as she tended the wounds, her eyes would roam about looking for a possible route, a tiny sliver of light in this all consuming darkness.

But then there was him, his cold eyes watched her precariously even as she did nothing. The darkness behind them plot against her trying anything stupid, almost as if it knew what plans went through her head. She had come to know him simply as her Captor and he had so far lived to his expectation.

Things were getting bad for her. For the love of all things precious she needed a loo and fast, her monthly cycle would be beginning soon and worse, supplies were running low meaning her life was wearing thinner by the minute. He didn't seem to have much sense on these things as all he could do was stare.

It moved from absolute fear of the man to a strange crawling feeling as his eyes roamed her skin from underneath his mask and eventually just a cold frigid sort of annoyance.

"Oi,” She called snapping at him. "Hey, do you do anything but just stare, I mean your men are dying, there's little supplies left. And for men you seemed desperate enough to kidnap me to save, you sure seem contented to just stay there and polish your nasty gun.”

His eyes narrowed underneath the mask, the piercing blues turning to a frigid one.

"I'm talking to you,” Camilla said. "We need f*****g supplies, if only you would just f*****g-"

A harsh ringing sound pierced her ears just as her head exploded in intense pain. A gunshot followed accompanied by the groaning of a man, Camilla's eyes swiveled inside her head and she could feel her mouth froth slightly.

Her Captor's boots strode towards her. His figure appearing in twos and then fours and then blurring altogether as she was claimed by the darkening wake of unconsciousness.

Just as she toppled from her position, she felt big strong arms catch her and she found those blue eyes the only bright thing to be seen.

"What did you do?" His voice echoed off in the darkness. "Are you crazy?”

"You just shot at me,” The other man howled. "You just shot at me!"

She felt herself being placed down gently and the sound of a punch being thrown filled her ears. Call it delusions or blame it on the concussion, but she found herself wanting to call out to him, to tell him not to fight, not because of her, she didn't want those bright blue eyes to get hurt, those beautiful bright ears.

Darkness swallowed her.