Page 4 of Taken Princess


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It keeps me calm.

But it turns me on.

One thing I know for sure is I am not going to touch myself while in this bed.

No fucking way in hell.

So I’m basically teasing myself.

But again it keeps my mind off the fact that I’m kidnapped.

Oh, if you’re wondering why I’m not freaking out and screaming, crying and pleading for my life like a normal person would if they were kidnapped… it’s simple.

I know who kidnapped me.

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Ibet I can shock you even more now.

Yeah, I know who kidnapped me.

But there’s more to it.

I sit up on the bed and look around the basement room.

I used to think this was the coolest room in the world.

Like, who has an entire basement to themselves, right?

Such a crazy turn on.

I touch the sheets on the bed.

I press on the familiar spots that are more forgiving than others.

As much as I hate to do it, I take the pillow and hug it.

Not because I’m scared.

It’s so I can smell it.

Okay, let’s be real for a second here.

Am I afraid?

My left ankle is handcuffed to a bed.

Like what if the house catches on fire? What if there’s some weird weather thing and there’s a massive flood? Or it gets cold and the power goes out? Or there’s an October earthquake and the house collapses?

So, yeah, there are things to worry about.

I mostly just keep my eyes on the door.

Waiting for it to open to seehimagain.

A part of me is very intrigued on whathisnext move is going to be here.

I toss the pillow aside and lean toward my ankle.

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