He grabbed me while I was walking down the dark street after my shift from work. It was a damp night and fog was swirling around my feet, treating them the way a cat would when he's looking for affection. It was quiet, too quiet. So I was looking ahead focusing on the stop sign and straining to hear anything out of the ordinary that might let me know if I was in danger, but there was nothing. One minute I could see the red of the sign and the next everything was black.
I awoke assuming that it had all been a dream but then as I felt the pain radiate through my head I realized that it had all been so real. The bed I was placed on was extremely soft and not at all what I would have been expecting to lay on had I ever thought about being kidnapped before.
Opening my eyes was strenuous task but once they were open I had no desire to close them again. The room surrounding me was gorgeous, a real dream, a chandelier hung directly over the four poster bed making it seem as if a million little twinkling stars resided there. Beside the bed stood two matching mahogany night tables and in the corner a matching armoire and full length mirror. In the other corner was a large overstuffed chair and in between normally where the door would have been was a very large fireplace and mantle. The floor was a dark rich very old looking hardwood and on it was a very thick rug made of burgundies and gold's that matched all of the bedding that currently surrounded me.
The only door in the room was on the same wall as the bed and there were no windows in the room, which actually was not a surprise as the room had the feel of a medieval castle versus a new age modern condo.
I slowly rose from the bed, noticing that the only thing that hurt was my head and I assumed that I had been knocked out and just brought here. As I walked across the thick lush carpet I noticed that I was not wearing my own clothes but in fact a very cute pajama set made up of a small pair of shorts and a tank. The kidnapper whoever he was certainly took enough time to make sure I was comfortable while I slept.
Grabbing the door handle I found that it was not locked, but instead of walking through into hallway or another means of escaping which I hadn't even thought through yet I happened upon a large washroom. A very classy washroom in fact where in the middle stood a shower surrounded in glass on one side was a small sectioned off area where the toilet sat and a large vanity, on the other side was a tub that could hold a small party. Laying on the vanity was new toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, and a change of clothes including a very dainty pair of slippers.
I felt so relieved that I was able to clean myself up, and even that my kidnapper wanted to allow me to do so as well, which made me wonder why I had been taken in the first place.
I turned the shower on and stepped into the hot water, closing my eyes I allowed the water to gently massage my head, easing any remaining headache that tried to linger. I scrubbed my body washing away the disgust that came with the thought of someone unknown touching me while unconscious. As the hot water began to fade I turned off the shower and grabbed the big fluffy black towel off a stool that had mysteriously appeared beside the shower.
Dried off and ready to dress I began to look at the clothes that has been laid out for me to put on. A very small pair of lace brazilin cut thong sat there with a matching bra, beneath it a beautiful sheer black gown. As I pulled the gown on I noticed that it was a perfect fit. It was also a perfect style, empire waist but done up so I looked like a Grecian goddess. I felt as if I didn't deserve the dress that had been laid out for me it was too beautiful for words, my chocolate colored hair that fell in waves around the shoulders stood out as it always had but made me feel like it was good enough to be paired with the dress, as I put on the small dainty slippers I noticed that a large jeweled barrette that matched some of the embroidery on the dress sat on the counter. I pulled some of the hair back from my face and pinned it at the back, I also applied a small amount of clay eye shadow and mascara to my eyes and a dab of clear gloss to my lips. For a few minutes I had forgotten that I had been kidnapped and not just been allowed to be a princess for a day.
As the memory of being kidnapped once again resumed in my mind I almost thought of ripping off the dress and breaking down, but instead I thought that maybe if I played along with the kidnapper whoever he was that I would have a better chance of escaping. So with the thought of that ringing through my head I walked out the door head held high. But to my surprise I didn't find the maniac I expected to be standing there but in fact something else all together.
My brain couldn't comprehend what I was seeing. This just wasn't right. The man standing right in front of me definitely wasn't what I would envision a kidnapper to look like. In fact the bronzed skin god standing in front of me looked more like an underwear model than anything else.
I blinked several times before my eyes really adjusted to the sight before me. Relaxing in the arm chair in the corner was a man who was very tanned with chocolaty brown hair and golden eyes. Wearing an impeccably fine suit. As he noticed that I entered the room he unfolded himself from the chair very smoothly. And glided himself over to me with a very predatory look in his eye.
Stuck to the spot I couldn't move as he approached me, whether it was shock or pure joy that a man like that was looking at me like I was the juiciest piece of meat and he was the hungry jaguar I'll never know. But at that moment nothing could have moved me from that spot as he came nearer.
Suddenly he was looming in front of me all six or more feet of him and he smelled delicious. A smirk appeared on his face as he gently lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. At that moment a wave of electricity poured through my body and spots danced before my eyes. When he let go of my hand I felt empty, like I needed to touch him again. He never spoke during this moment instead he cocked his head and looked at me like he didn't understand the emotion that flashed so obviously on my face. Casually he placed his hand on my elbow causing another rush of electricity to happen and he guided me with him towards the mirror.
Slowly and very surprisingly to me he walked us both through the mirror. Unfortunately my mind had gone into shock at that moment as I realized that either I was stuck in a dream or something very freaky was going on right now.
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She was in the room next door and the subconscious pull I felt earlier as she walked past the portal to my world was still there lingering. I wasn't sure what I had done to the human when I hit her on the head and brought her back to my chambers, I simply don't understand the way they work. I conjured some appropriate sleeping attire for her and began to change her as she slumbered. The skin on her body opalescent to me, light where I am dark, her hair a shimmery brown spread around her shoulders like a dark moonlight sea. I did not look as I preformed this task, a reaction that was normally vacant for of the dark princes of the unseelie court. My role was to destroy women, make them beg for my touch and then discard them as my power ate away at their soul and essence, but this human was different.
I left then unsure of the situation but fully aware of the human in the next room. She began to stir shortly afterwards again I was pulled towards her. I watched through the mirror as she awoke, taking in the sights around her, she seemed perplexed but not afraid. As she explored her surroundings I thought of the repercussions of stealing a human off the streets, which was simply against our way, most slaves were those who had given themselves willingly. The logical answer would be to deposit her back onto the street that I had stolen her from but my mind objected to that. I looked back through the mirror and realized that she had disappeared from my view.
I stepped through the mirror and strode across the room to the doorway and peered inside. She had her back to me, fully naked she stood her body petite with the perfect figure. She was washing her hair and the soap was trailing down her back a surge of passion engulfed me as I watched this fragile being in the shower. I walked over and placed a towel on the stool for her keeping my eyes directed at this creature the whole time. As she began to wash her body I left and walked into the bedroom knowing that I was close to attacking her. I settled into the arm chair and waited for her to finish up what she was doing in the washroom.
She walked out a time later, her eyes scanning the room for me. When she locked on I felt a very primal urge thrust through me, I unfolded myself from the chair and began my trek over to her. Gliding across the room I couldn't help but feel the fear that seeped from her the scent intoxicating to the predator lurking inside of me. She was frozen to the spot and did not run like I expected her to; instead she made eye contact with me which was unusual.
I slowly lifted her hand and placed my lips to it, her body convulsed then. Moaning in pleasure as she climaxed from my touch her body shook and her head rolled back. I slowly let her hand down to let the orgasm work its way out from her body so that she may recover. She looked at me then with shocked eyes. I tilted my head not sure of what to make of this moment, most humans usually melted at the initial touch or begged for more as they ripped their clothes off. Instead she still stood there dressed in the magnificent gown I had left for her. So I slowly and gently touched her elbow and again felt her body shiver in anticipation as I guided her towards the mirror I had made my arrival in. And slowly through it.
