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CAPTIVE X CAPTOR
Twist me, Keep me , Hold me ( A set of trilogy )
Taken to a private island.I never thought this could happen to me. I never imagined one chance meeting on the eve of my eighteenth birthday could change my life so comp...
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FOR THE REST OF THE DINNER, I CONTINUE ACTING SCARED AND INTIMIDATED. IT’S not really an act because I do feel that way. I’m in the presence of a man who casually talks about killing innocent people. How else am I supposed to feel?
However, I also try to be seductive. It’s small things, like the way I brush my hair back while looking at him. The way I bite into a piece of papaya that Beth cut up for our dessert and lick the juice off my lips.
I know my eyes are pretty, so I look at him shyly, through half-closed eyelids. I’ve practiced that look in front of the mirror, and I know my eyelashes look impossibly long when I tilt my head at exactly the right angle.
I don’t go overboard because he wouldn’t find that believable. I just do little things that he might find arousing and appealing. I also try to avoid any other confrontational topics. Instead, I ask him about the island and how he came to own it.
“I came across this island five years ago,” Jungkook explains, his lips curving into a charming smile. “My Cessna was having a mechanical problem, and I needed a place to land. Luckily, there’s a flat, grassy area right on the other side, near the beach. I was able to bring down the plane without crashing it completely and make the necessary repairs. It took me a couple of days, so I got a chance to explore the island. By the time I was able to fly away, I knew this place was exactly what I wanted. So I purchased it.”
I widen my eyes and look impressed. “Just like that? Isn’t that expensive?”
He shrugs. “I can afford it.”
“Do you come from a wealthy family?” I’m genuinely curious. My captor is a huge mystery to me. I stand a much better chance of manipulating him if I understand him at least a little bit.
His expression cools a little. “Something like that. My father had a successful business, which I took over after his death. I changed its direction and expanded it.”
“Electronics and other things,” he says, and I realize that he’s not going to reveal more than that for now. I strongly suspect that ‘other things’ is a euphemism for something illegal. I don’t know much about business, but I somehow doubt that selling TVs and MP3 players results in this kind of wealth.
I steer the conversation toward a more innocuous topic. “Does the rest of your family also use the island?”
His gaze goes flat and hard. “No. They’re all dead.”
“Oh, I’m sorry…” I don’t really know what to say. What can you say that will make something like that better? Yes, he kidnapped me, but he’s still a human being. I can’t even imagine suffering that kind of loss.
