Kidnapped

6

Previously on Kidnapped:

Struggling I wriggle and pull my wrists trying to get them free but to no avail. Sighing my head drops back onto the bed.

I just want to be free.

Although I couldn't help but feel hot when he was tying me down I know that nothing could ever happen between us. Plus he was my kidnapper.

But maybe he wasn't.

Maybe someone gave me to him.

Maybe someone sold me to him.

The truth hits me hard and it leaves me shaking.

My own flesh and blood......

How I could I have been so foolish. So blind?

My mother's weird behavior, Gilbert's words.

Staring blankly at the white ceiling I couldn't help but want to give in to the man.

Maybe they wanted me here for a reason.

I knew there was no way of getting out of here. And even if I did manage to get away where would I go? Back to my mom, I think not.

If I submit, maybe it won't be so bad here. And I can get on the good side of that man. Not to use him. But just to at least have someone to talk to.

Only time will tell.

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Kidnapped Ch 6

The man still hasn't come back yet and I was starting to feel unnerved.

My stomach clenched and unclenched simultaneously and my breathing was getting harder.

Oh God not now.

I was having a panic/anxiety attack. This was bad.

My medicine

Feeling stupid for forgetting about the red large pills my mother would crush into water for me to take my anxiety rises.

I was almost convulsing on the bed and felt like someone has wrapped their hands around my throat and wouldn't let go.

My eyes searched the room frantically for any type of thing that I could use to my advantage.

Nothing.

Where is that man?

Black spots were starting to appear and I tried hard to fight the tears that wanted to fall.

Groaning I open my mouth to yell for help only to grit my teeth.

My chest, burned.

I was like a fish out of water except I wasn't gaping for water. I was gaping for air.

An alarmed voice appears in my head, "it's okay. He's on his way."

My mind was to busy trying to sort out all the pain receptors to worry about the unknown voice.

Only one thing was for sure.

He was coming.

His Majesty's POV