I followed meekly behind Nate as he led me to the place I would be “kept.” Great...
The image of Belle following the Beast as he led her through his castle to her room flashed through my mind.
Heh. I hope I’ll have something in common with Belle by the end of all this: being alive...
He stopped abruptly in the hallway and I walked into his back, almost falling. Damn he was heavy...
Nate chuckled and turned around. And I- in my infinite embarrassment-was looking at the ground, blushing. Again. Damn my redness!
I mean, even though this guy was the one who kidnapped me and throughly freaked me out by smelling me and could drain me dry if he felt like it, he was pretty hot. The way his black hair fell over one of his piercing green eyes that stared with such intensity that–
Whoa! What the hell was I thinking! I mean, I did just say that this guy was a creep who kidnapped me and I’m going on about his hot looks?! Ugh, I have serious attention issues...
Oh crap, what if I get that Stockholm syndrome sh*t? Great...just friggin’ great.
I was jolted out of my thoughts as Nate slid his arm around my waist, which caused me to back up. Into the hall wall.
Haha that rhymes...wait! Attention!
Looking up at him, I fought the blush that was threatening to rise to my cheeks and summoned the dirtiest look I could. That only made him chuckle and smirk. Again.
What is with him and smirking? Seriously...
“This is your room,” he motioned to the door next to me, of course I didn’t take my eyes off of him, didn’t trust him with that. “Mine is two doors down. Just in case you need anything,” he added with an amused look in his eyes.
Ew. Just. Ew.
But I thought of something else that puzzled me.
“So, I’m not going to be locked in my room?” I asked in disbelief.
“Where we are, you couldn’t escape if you tried...” he smiled to himself and walked back the way we came.
Okay, I am so fed up with these cryptic messages. I thought as I entered my “room.”
Can’t complain about my room, though. It was huge! Were we in a freakin’ castle ‘cause it didn’t seem that big from what I had seen...
The king-sized four poster bed’s headboard was against the wall to my right and directly across from it was an open door that revealed a ginormous bathroom equipped with a small pool sized Jacuzzi tub and a standing shower with a stone back wall. But another door on the other side of the bed (farthest from the door) was open for me to see a walk-in closet with all of the clothes I would ever need.
Were they expecting to kidnap a lot of girls? Then it hit me, duh! They might have a lot of lady friends that liked to stay the night quite often. Couldn’t blame them though...
I could get used to this...
“Why hadn’t you consulted me sooner?! This is just what we need!” a voice shouted from, what I guessed was, downstairs. Footsteps soon followed and they stopped in front of my door.
My eyes were glued to the handle as it turned.
What could they need from me...?
 VicinityObscenity · Sun Feb 03, 2008 @ 04:29am · 0 Comments |
