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“What?” My voice is a high-pitched squeak.
“You’re too easy.” Releasing the doorframe, he prowls towards me forcing me to stand, concealing the pen in my hand by my thigh. “I was already undressed when you started undressing.”
“I looked, where were you?” I press my back against the wall again. There’s something about the way he moves that feels predatory.
He stops in my space and with his hand on my shoulder he pushes me to the left and uses his other hand to tilt my head until I’m looking at a chair in the far corner of the other room, beyond the table.
“Sitting right there.”
I close my eyes and pull free, moving away from him the moment his hand drops.
“You’re very skittish.”
I give him a look of absolute confusion. “You’re my fucking kidnapper. How else do you expect me to be?”
When he smiles, I resist the urge to punch him. I wouldn’t win that fight. “Good point.”
“Are you insane?”
“I’ve been told so on more than one occasion so it is highly likely.”
He is infuriating. Frustrating. I’ve never wanted to hurt somebody like I want to hurt him.
“Why are you here?”
He looks around, his smile still in place. “In my room?”
Right. His room. “I thought you said you have somewhere to be?”
“I’ve been.” He motions for me to follow. “I thought to bring you breakfast. If I’d have known it would have angered you so I’d…”
“If you’re expecting a thank you, you won’t get one.”
Laughing, he grabs my braid so suddenly I have no time to react. I slam into his body as he yanks me towards him, jolting my bones and liquifying my legs.
“You’re a feisty one,” he mumbles, still holding my braid as my body presses to his from knee to chest.
I peer into his eyes with indignation but my body trembles with fear and something else. Something I want to deny and will deny if asked. There’s just something to be said about having such a strong body against mine. Why am I reacting this way? Heating this way to his touch that I definitely do not want?
I feel him harden, a lump in his jeans between us, pressing against my hip.
My lips part. He smiles again, gripping my hip to stop me from moving.
“You seem to forget yourself and who has the power. I could snap you like a tiny little twig.” His words are a breath against my lips. “I could take you right now, nobody would stop me, nobody would care.”
“You wouldn’t,” I reply, my voice trembling as fear replaces my indignation. “You’re not like them.”
“You’re right.” I watch his smile twist into something evil, something not quite normal, something harbouring hatred and anger, worse than the woman from the hall. Worse than anyone and anything I’ve ever seen. It unsettles me. “I’m much, much worse.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Then you’re foolish.”
“You won’t rape me.”
He moves closer until his lips hover a feather’s width from mine. I smell the mint on his breath and resist the urge to lick my lips. He’s so close I’d lick his too. “Perhaps because I won’t need to.” He plants a gentle peck on my unresponsive lips, leaving them cooler upon his retreat from the slight moisture. “You’ll come to me on your own.”
A gasp leaves my parted lips and he strides away, reaching for a phone that rests on the dining table. One I was hoping to be able to steal. “I would never.”
He looks at it, dials a number and grins at me again as he says, “Niall, Niall, Niall.”
“Niall?” My heart drops and my eyes burn with tears.
“The clock’s ticking, Niall.”
“Let me talk to him,” I beg loudly. “Niall!”
I hear him shout back, calling my name, his desperation evident and nearly as rough as mine. “Rain? Are you okay? Are you hurt? I’m coming for you, baby, I swear…”
Captain hangs up, his large thumb on the button that just stopped my world. My face and body crumble to the floor and I growl out a scream as I hit the ground with my fist.
“I always hated the term baby. So fake.”
I ignore him and choose to stare at my splayed hands on the glossy wooden floor. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I can, baby.”
He leaves me sobbing at the ground wishing him and his crew a painful, horrendous, torturous existence and then death.
I curse more than I ever have in my entire life until there’s just nothing left in me to fight with.
Breakfast goes ignored, my stomach can’t handle it anyway. I take myself back to my corner with a book and another pillow and wish the day away.
“Feel free to shower,” Captain insists as I hold the pillow tighter to my chest while watching him climb from his plush bed and stretch his back.
I glare at him, unwilling to acquiesce to any of his suggestions. If he wants to hold me captive then he can suffer how badly I’ll smell in a few days.
