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Chapter Four
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Ariel
The next time my eyes open I am lying backwards on a bed with my feet turned towards the headboard. It takes me a minute to realize they are tied together and tied to the headboard slightly elevated. What the fuck is going on? What the hell have I gotten myself into? The last thing I remember is the hottie from the café being a total douche to me and throwing me in his SUV. I guess I should be glad it wasn't his trunk.
My heart beats so hard in my chest that I am sure someone would be able to hear it if anyone was in the room with me. I turn my head to look around but don't see anyone. At least whoever took me isn't still here. Although me waking up naked is very disturbing and makes me tug a little harder at the bindings that hold me down. My hands aren't tied together like my feet. They are spread out wide so there is no covering my boobs, they're just hanging out.
I start to freak out thinking about what could have happened while I was out of it. I can't let my mind go to bad places like that or I'll start hyperventilating and that won't help anyone but the guy who took me. I test the bonds again but they don't give. Whatever the guy gave me is still swimming through my system because my energy drains quickly leaving me limp once again on the bed.
It takes me a minute to realize I can hear sounds that I would normally associate with the ocean. Gulls call out from somewhere and there's a steady pounding of waves that lull me for a time. The scent of salt in the air drifts through an open window or something. I look around again trying to take in the room and realize there is a glass door standing open. I can just barely make it out from the top of my vision when I turn my head.
Oh shit! What the hell is going on? This guy just leaves me tied to a bed with an open door in the same room? Is he trying to get me raped? Why would he do something like this when...? Damn, I was going to be stupid and say something like 'when he promised to take care of me', how stupid can I be? This guy doesn't care about me. He doesn't want me for anything other than a dick holster or his latest victim. The way the guy was talking about killing like it was just another item on his shopping list he's probably a serial killer. When he talked about keeping me and that I was his, he probably meant he was going to kill me and keep me as a trophy. Or at least some part of me.
A sound over my head makes me jolt and turn to the other side. Standing in long trunks is a massive hulk of a man. The same man from the café. He's bare-chested and I can see little scars dotting his tanned skin. They don't detract from his sexiness at all. What a minute? What the hell am I doing? He abducted me - he is not sexy at all. His blue eyes rake over me and let me know that at least one part of me can tell I'm a fucking liar. I'm also so mentally fucked up that this is getting me turned on. I shift my thighs to try to make the feeling go away but it has the opposite effect.
"Oh, you're awake." His voice is deep and rumbly. It has to be the drugs. The drugs are making him irresistible to me like fucking catnip to a horny kitty. "How do you feel?"
I'm not talking to this bastard. Not after he tied me to his bed. "Are you thirsty?"
"You can't just take someone! That's illegal and psychotic." Okay, so I'm talking to him. Or more like screaming so, I don't know if that is actually breaking my promise not to talk to him. "You can't tie people up and leave them either. What happens if something bad happens to them while you're gone – like a fire or a burglar breaks in?"
His eyes narrow, "We're the only people on the island. There is only one way off and I would know if it's being used and trust me, I wasn't that far from you little one." He's still squinty-eyed at the sheer thought of someone else around me. What a minute? What did he say?
"N...no one else is here?" Is he trying to tell me we are all alone so I won't scream or try to escape? "We're on an island? I'm not...close to the school at all am I? Where am I? Where did you take me? What are you going to do with me?"
He starts smiling at me and my temper slips which pisses me off because I'm going to make myself a stereotype and I hate it. I try so hard not to lose my temper because of the red hair but I think in this case I should get a pass or a freebie or something because, damn it this has been a stressful day.
"What are you smiling about?"
"Was I? Smiling?" He moves closer to the bed not answering even one of my questions. Damn him. I close my eyes for just a second to try to regain my composure and not scream at this moron.
"You're beautiful." My eyes fly back open and I swear I can feel my grip slipping on the leash I put on my temper. "But you know that already, don't you. I bet every person who meets you tells you how stunning you are."
No, not everyone - just the jerks. I break eye contact with him. If I wasn't so 'stunning' I wouldn't be here right now. If my leg were free it would be jostling up and down - a sure sign I'm annoyed.
"But I know something everyone else doesn't know."
"Yeah? What's that?" I wait for him to tell me something equally stupid like how everyone knows I'm fucking stunning. Do girls really believe that shit? I bet they do when he's saying it to them. I bet he has a whole squad of women lined up to fuck him. Hell, it might be the fact that I say no that he wants me so bad. Because it's a word he never hears.
"You're vulnerable. People hurt you without meaning to because they don't understand how deeply you feel everything." He steps closer to the bed making my breath catch in my lungs. "But you're strong too. You don't mind fighting for something if you believe in it."
"That's an oxymoron; you can't be both strong and vulnerable." No one goes around saying someone is vulnerably strong. That's just stupid. Isn't it?
"And yet you are." He sits on the side of the bed and reaches out to touch me. I'm fucking naked! This guy can see everything, things nobody has ever seen. So why do his words make me feel more naked than I am right in front of him. His hand is rough when it touches my thigh and causes me to jump at the difference in us.
I roll my lips in to keep from giving this guy anything. He may have me tied down to a bed but he won't get the satisfaction of seeing what he makes me feel. I turn my head from him. "Don't turn away." His voice is almost sad when he speaks the words. I still won't look at him. "You weren't safe. I couldn't leave you."
Now I do turn to look at him. What the fuck is talking about, me not being safe? From him? No shit!
His hand travels up my hip, his fingers dragging over my stomach making the skin there jumpy - too nervy. His finger slides between the valley of my breasts until it finally stops at my neck before his whole hand encircles it. Oh God, is this it? Is he finally going to kill me? I squeeze my eyes shut and wait.
"Someone was watching you."
"Yeah, you!" Does this guy have a mental illness? I try to think back to psych class and what they call people with two or three distinct personalities but the term escapes me.
"Besides me. Someone else was watching. At night, at your house." Is he saying this to scare me so I'll let him do whatever he wants to me? How fucked up is this guy? I shake my head no. I'm not believing anything this man tells me. "That's why I took you. I'll keep you safe."
