*Enjoy!*
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I am beginning to realize what I did was a very stupid idea. Why in the hell would I get in the car with a stranger? I don't even know his name!
"Where are we going? My house is in the opposite direction," I say, slightly embarrassed. Did the atmosphere around him have to be so intoxicating? If only I knew a little more about him...
Who am I kidding? I'm just an 18 year old, average high school girl. In every aspect I am plain. What could he want with me? He's just being nice.
"Hush," he murmurs, "I'll take care of you." His voice is deep and silky. Damn this man.
"What does that even mean?" I say, a little more haughtily than usual. My patience was worn thin a long time ago with Jared. I don't care how good he looks in a pair of jeans.
"Alex, I said hush. Now," he says, deathly quiet. My gut clenches in a peculiar way. D could be dangerous, I decide. It's best not to upset him further.
I turn and look out the window, trying to focus on the blur outside. I feel oddly serene. My eyelids begin to droop, and darkness creeps in.
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I wake up as the car is stopping. I look outside and see a large white house. 2 stories. Couple neighbors with similar style houses. We must be in the rich part of town, or somewhere like it. I have no idea how long I was asleep.
"What are we doing?" I ask.
"Sitting in a car," he replies dryly.
"You're an asshole."
"And you like it."
I undo my seat belt and climb out of his car. I begin to stalk the way we just came. I have no idea where I'm going, but anywhere but here would suffice. I've barely reached the sidewalk when I'm grabbed.
"Hey!" I yell. Suddenly, I'm staring at the ground and have an amazing view of his perfect backside. He begins back toward the house in confident strides.
I wriggle in his grasp. His grip tightens to almost uncomfortable. I beat my fists on his back. I must look ridiculous. My face reddens at the thought of others seeing me this way.
"Goddamn it, let me down!" I scream, feeling frantic.
"Do we really have to do this Allie?" he sighs. I dislike the nickname. I feel like a child again.
"What are you talking about?" I sound hysterical, beating him as hard as I can. It's like hitting a rock. He sighs loudly, then I feel a pinch on my thigh.
I giggle. What's funnier than this? It's like I'm in a movie. Maybe I am. No wonder he's so hot.
"How much they pay you for this?" I slur. His gaze softens a bit. And yet again, blackness takes me.
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Light seeps into the murky wasteland that is my brain. This act is getting old. I squint my eyes against the light, trying to recall how I got here.
My vision fully clears and the headache sets in. I look around. I'm bound to a wooden chair in the center of a dark colored room. There's a dresser in the corner, another chair, and a single door.
"Damn," I say under my breath. I close my eyes and see flashes of a blurry car ride, a short walk, being thrown over a shoulder, and finally bliss. He must have drugged me.
Man, am I pissed! First Jared, now this? I rack my brain on options. First I should try to find a way out of these bonds. I pull futilely.
I try to stand up to move. It's difficult but I manage to walk a couple of steps. I hear a key click into a lock and immediately sit back down. Blood rushes to my cheeks.
D steps in, not wearing a shirt. For the first time I get to fully view his sculpted upper body. His abs and pecks are pronounced. His arms are thick. He's not extremely buff, more lean. My favorite type of guy. I blush even more, if that's possible.
"Oh good, you're up," he smirks at me, noticing my changed position. He takes a couple steps forward and pulls the chair to him. He sits directly in front of me, gazing into my eyes. I try desperately to match the intensity of his look, but soon I am staring at the floor.
"My name's David, in case you were wondering," he says, reaching out to play with a lock of my hair.
"Why am I tied up? Why am I here? What are you going to do to me? When will I be going -,"
