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“You’re coming with me. No questions. No fuss. You got that?” His commanding growl sends heat through my body and his eyes scan over me, for a brief second it seems there’s a flaw in his plan.
But he proves my theory wrong when he pulls rope from his hoodie pocket. I bolt for the door but don’t make it far before he drags me back, tossing me front first onto my mattress and snatching up my wrists. I struggle against him as he sits his heavy body on top of mine and binds my hands together behind my back.
The knots are so tight I already feel my pulse throbbing against them, and his hand pushes up my spine to grab my hair in his fist so he can force my head up from the mattress.
“You're gonna have to start listening to my instructions or you're gonna get yourself hurt.” His mouth engulfs my ear, his harsh whisper consuming every nerve I possess. And the deep inhale he makes as his nose trails over my temple causes a helpless moan to escape my throat. I remain still as he wraps more rope around my ankles, then flips me over so I’m facing him.
I look up, staring into his eyes and trying to find a shred of empathy in them. But all I see is malice.
He crouches, his bulky shoulder pressing into my stomach as he hauls me up off the bed.
I remember his warning, and hold in my screams, while I internally protest against the urge to fight him. Something in the tone of his warning and the way he looks at me has me convinced he isn’t bluffing. I doubt this man would think twice about hurting me.
So against all my better judgment, I remain silent… and I let him take me.
I bounce on his shoulder with every step he takes down the stairs. His arms crushing so tightly around the back of my thighs that I worry he’ll snap my bones. He moves as if I’m weightless, striding out of the back door and into the dusk evening air before pausing at the gate. I’m swung sideways as he checks that the coast is clear.
Now is the time to make myself noticed. My chances of getting help are greater out here in the open.
“Don’t think about it, princess.” His strong arm crushes me tighter. “One fuckin’ sound from you and I’ll cut the tongue right out your pretty little mouth.”
Turns out this guy's a mind reader as well as a predator, and I must be helpless prey because what I choose to take from his threat, is the fact he thinks my mouth is pretty.
I’m not the smallest bit surprised when he carries me toward the old truck I’d spotted earlier, and I stay silent as he drops me into the passenger's footwell and slams the door on me. While he’s out of sight, I use the opportunity to try and get free of the ropes. But I’m tied up too tight, and the friction of the rope burns my skin.
The speed and accuracy he tied me up with has me certain the man's done this before.
My body freezes still when he climbs into the driver’s seat, and I look up at him helplessly from the tiny space I’m crammed into. He scowls back at me, a low growl coming from his throat before he shakes his head disapprovingly and starts the engine.
I stay quiet, hating that from down here I can’t see where we’re going, and mad at myself for being so shocked and scared that I allowed him to take me so willingly. I really am pathetic.
My back aches from being bent so awkwardly and my limbs are heavy from being tied. Not to mention the fact that sitting on the floor ensures I feel every bump of the journey.
My captor remains silent too, his eyes focused on the road ahead, only occasionally flicking down to look at me. He wears no expression, shows no empathy, but what should I expect from a guy who just kidnapped me from my home, on the same day that I buried my parents?
Shock has caused me to handle this situation in a way that doesn’t match my nature. This cowering wreck, tied up in the footwell of some clapped-out truck, isn’t me. I’m not weak.
And I remind myself of that as I subtly try again to loosen the ropes that are tied tight around my wrists, while hiding the pain from my face as best I can.
Maybe acting weak and helpless will work to my advantage, he might drop his guard if he underestimates me. And that will give me the element of surprise.
“You won’t get out of those,” the smug asshole tells me, keeping his eyes on the road.
“How can you be so sure?” I find my voice. To hell with the plan, I’m not giving this jerk the satisfaction of fear for a second longer.
“’Cause I tied ‘em.” His cock-sure response infuriates me.
“You’re very self-assured,” I tell him, remaining calm. I hate to admit it but he’s right, I’m not getting free from the efficiency of these knots. When he turns his head to look at me, I notice the tiniest hint of a smile. It’s getting dark but I can see that it’s cocky as hell, and I pinch my own skin as punishment for being attracted to it
The rest of our journey is silent, and I don’t know if it’s dread or relief I feel when the truck finally pulls to a stop. Whatever it is, at least it’s replaced my motion sickness.
He gets out of the truck, then walks around and swings open my door, reaching inside and dragging me out. I’m helpless with my hands and ankles tied, and there’s nothing I can do as he lifts me onto his shoulder again and starts to move.
I look at my new surroundings, trying to figure where we might be. I hear crickets instead of traffic, and there’s no sign of any street lights, just pitch black for what looks like miles. I stare down at the overgrown grass that his large boots trudge through. And when he finally comes to a stop, my legs wobble when he places me down. Sharp wood splinters my bare feet, and when my head stops spinning from being upside down, I realize I’m standing on a porch. The house appears to be derelict, dark and morbid, and it dawns on me that this could be the last place I ever see.
With his fingers gripping at the rope that’s binding my wrists, he uses his other hand to shake the handle of the front door.
“Fuck’s sake,” he curses, kicking it with his boot before he reaches his arm up and feels his hand along the ledge above the door. When he pulls it back down again, he’s holding the key that fits inside the lock and allows us entry.
