Chapter 41
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My nose scrunched up and I frowned in disbelieve. Beautiful eyes? My eyes only have a dull shade of green. If he wants to see beautiful eyes, then he should look at himself in the mirror. Those turquois eyes of his are anything but dull.
He chuckled and pinched with his index finger and thumb my nose, wiggling it around in a teasing manner. His hold on my nose wasn't painful, but I couldn't breathe and it was annoying.
"Stop disbelieving my words kitten. Your eyes are beautiful." He said.
There he goes again with his mind reading skills.
I groaned and grabbed his hand trying to pull it away from me, but that only resulted my nose being pulled along too. He let out a heartful laughter.
I huffed and crossed my arms over each other. "Whatever, can you just let me go so that I can breathe again?" I said, my voice sounding nasal.
Reluctant but albeit he still complied and lets go of my nose. I wiggled my button shaped organ around to see if it was still attached to my face. While I was at it I took the opportunity to let my eyes roam around the room.
From what I could guess the square room that we were at now was the living area. The walls were painted pearly white and there was a couch in the middle of the room with a flat-screen tv hanged on the wall across from it. There were three oak colored doors leading to different rooms and hopefully also to the exit. The marble white floor was glossy, reflecting me and Mr. Moore who were still on the floor. But something else was really noticeable in this room. There were no windows. None, zero, nil! You would thing that someone who's rich like he is to buy a place with a window at least!
Or maybe he forgot to add them in his design as he was building it? I certainly hope that the other rooms aren't windowless…
My eyes landed back on Mr. Moore who's face still displayed a smile. His eyes dreamingly looking at me. I stared at him uncomfortable, squirming under his gaze.
"I would appreciate if you wouldn't stare at me like that." I mumbled.
He raised his bow, smirking at me. "Like what?"
I glowered at him. "You know what I mean."
"Oh please do tell me, because I have absolutely no clue what you mean." He leered, his eyes glisten in full mischief as he moved closer and closer to me like a panther stalking his prey causing me to back up against the wall.
"Stop it." I tried to sound flat and steady but you could hear the uneasiness in my voice. My heart was hammering against my chest at the proximity closeness between us.
"Stop what baby~" He drawled, purring lowly.
I felt the panic rise in me. "S-Shouldn't you show me around the place?" I asked hurried, trying to change the subject.
He frowns and growled displeased. "There's nothing really to show. That's the room we just came out from. Don't worry that will be locked from now on, that is the bathroom toilet attached and that's our bedroom." He pointed out quickly and turned back to me.
Ignoring his statement about the bedroom my eyebrows furrowed confused. "Then where's the exit?" I questioned.
His smirk grew eerily wider. "I wonder where~" He sang.
My stomach started to churn, the anxiety welling up inside me as I could understand the dreadful situation that I am in right now. Something else finally sunk in and my pupils widens.
"You said good morning to me." I stated. "How long have I been out for?" I asked, the worried lines on my face becoming more prominent.
He shrugs. "Only for a day, it's Wednesday."
I drew in a sharp breath chocking on my own saliva. Mr. Moore rubs on my back trying to calm me down, which was futile.
'Wednesday!? He had kidnapped me on Monday so I have been missing for more than 24 hours!'
I have to go home. Cherry and Brandon must be worried sick.
'That's right Cherry!' I reached for my phone in my pocket only to end up feeling the empty fabric of my jeans.
"I took your phone."
My eyes snapped to Mr. Moore who has been studying me the whole time.
"Do you really think that I wouldn't take your phone?" He scoffed. "Let me also inform you that there's no cable phone nor cable tv."
"What?" I said flabbergasted.
"Oh, there's also no internet." He added.
My jaw went slack and I was washed with the feeling that the world just has ended.
'Kill me.'
He watched me silently, gauging for my reaction. I balled my hands into a fist, swallowing back a string of profanities that I wanted to throw at his handsome head for taking away the internet from me, but that was not important right now.
I eyed him carefully my tensed fist still up as I chewed the inside of my cheeks. "You won't get away with this." I gritted out.
He stared at me with a pensive look, his head tilted sideways a slow grin appearing on his face. "But I already did get away with it though."
"No you didn't." I responded. "They will start to question at work if I don't show my face suddenly and do you honestly think that Cherry wouldn't be looking for me?" I said with a smug grin.
He threw back his head and let out, a humorless laughter sending shivers down my spine. He pulled out a phone which had an uncanny resembles to mine. The screen lit up revealing a text message.
My eyes broadens seeing the context of it. He smirks and took the moment to read the message out loud.
"Hey Cher, I'm taking you guys advice in to consideration and decided to stay at home to let my ankle heal. You don't have to visit me I've got all the distraction tools at hand. Love yaaaaa." He finished in a voice devoid of any emotion.
My eyes quivered and I could feel my throat clamping up.
"Oh!" He let out acting surprised. "Look what we got here our Cher replaying saying that you should watch the drama Kingdom on Netflix. What a great friend." He shuts down the phone and threw it sideways on the ground. I watched as how my last connection to the outside world slides away from us over the smooth surface. "I'm sure that your great friend has already informed the people of your absence. We will already be far gone when they finally realize that something is wrong." With a triumphant grin he begun to play with my hair; twisting a lock around his finger fumbling around with it as his piercing icy gaze bore into mine. "Give up." He commanded.
I gritted so hard that it felt like my teeth would chip away. My eyes burning red, tears threatening to reveal themselves, but I refused to show any weakness. "No." I barked. "No matter how long it will take, be it weeks, months, years I will escape from here. I will never be yours." My chest was heaving up and down from frustration.
Unfazed by my declaration he lets out a sigh his eyes shut as he shook his head.
"You will give up. You will look in every corner for a way out, excited full of hope, but slowly and surely you'll start to see in that there's no way out and start to throw a tantrum, cry in desperation begging me to let you go. After more weeks you finally give up and accept your fate." He narrates it as if he had seen it happen countless of times and I could feel the sparkle hope that I had defuse away.
"I am only waiting until the Stockhholm syndrome starts to kick in to sweep you completely of your feet." He finished.
I wanted to refute him tell him how wrong he was, but how could I? When he sounded so sure. When he had seen it happen only God knows how many times. With my knees and the palm of my hands pressed on the floor I looked down, my sight getting blurry from the tears. "No…" My voice came out hoarse sounding like a thin whimper.
He hooked his finger around my chin tilting it up so that I would look at him. "Yes." He whispers lowly. "Just be mine and you'll be happy." He grins evilly.
