I breathed in the amazing smell of what I guessed was 'Abercrombie Fierce' and sighed happily.

I hadn't slept this good in a long time. For some reason, my bed was ten times comfier and smelled amazing.

Wait. I don't remember buying Abercrombie Fierce perfume...

I sat up abruptly and looked around, and all of yesterday's events came crashing down on me.

Right. I was in my kidnapper's room.

That thought didn't make me bolt out of his bed though, since it was just too comfy. And smelled so nice...

I glanced in the mirror right in front of the bed and widened my eyes as I saw my hair. It looked like it got caught in a fight between a bear and a tiger...

I almost laughed when I spotted an actual bottle of Abercrombie Fierce. My suspicions of him being an actual Abercrombie model raised.

After a few minutes of sitting on his comfy bed, processing that I was kidnapped since I was still in a bit of shock, I finally managed to pull myself out of bed.

I walked around the room and tried a door to the far right, hoping for a washroom.

Locked.

I jiggled the door knob a few times before searching for another door, it was probably a closet, because who locks their bathrooms when they're not using them?

But then what would be in there that he doesn't want others to see? Dead bodies? A collection of hearts in a large potato sack? A pile of limbs of different people? The possibilities were endless, so before I could let my brain go wild and end up scaring myself, I walked to the door opposite to this one, and was relieved to find a toilet, sink and shower.

I stripped down and hopped into the shower, the hot water hitting my body and relaxing my muscles. Waking up in my kidnapper's bed and then showering in his washroom was certainly not what anyone else would be doing in my situation. But I had already accepted I was most likely going to end up behind some McDonald's in a dumpster so might as well enjoy my last days on this Earth right? Maybe I could even get a last meal if I asked the guy politely...

I ended up having the most relaxing shower surprisingly. I think I had overworked myself with this situation and was simply choosing to be relaxed and groomed rather than crying and sweaty. I even found some Axe shampoo, and ended up using it since there was nothing else...

After scrubbing myself clean, I wrapped a towel around myself tightly and cracked the door open a bit.

I had watched too many movies and read too many books where the main character bumps into some guy in just a towel...

I wasn't going to let that happen any time soon. After scanning the room, I crept out and went to the dresser.

Just as I was about to pick up the Abercrombie bottle that was screaming at me to just give it a small whiff, I heard the door open and turned towards it fast as a ninja.

And it was none other than, ladies and gentlemen, my kidnapper.

He just froze in the doorway as he saw me, one foot in the room and one hand on the doorknob.

We just stared at each other for a long time with wide eyes, before I snapped back to reality.

I also noticed a purple bruise right on his cheekbone, but was in too much shock to comment on it.

"Why the hell are you in here!?" I shrieked, gripping onto the towel around me for dear life.

"Um, because it's my room...?" He retorted.

Oh yeah... How could I possibly forget...

I watched as his eyes grazed over my body slowly, making my stomach turn in ways I didn't want it to.

"Hey! Up here buddy!" I snapped my fingers in front of my face, glaring at him.

He took his own sweet time though, leveling his eyes up to mine and when they reached them, the bastard had the balls to wink at me.

I was just about to lunge at him before he sensed my violence and spoke.

"Woah! Calm down, I'm not the one who comes waltzing out of people's showers in just a towel." He said defensively.

"Where else am I supposed to shower then!?" I yelled.

"You're my hostage! I'm your kidnapper!" He exclaimed.

And I thought we were best friends...

"This isn't some dream vacation, so get your head out of the clouds. You listen to me and follow my orders. Understood?" He shot me a piercing look.

"I don't think so." I said, crossing my arms and smirking.

"What are you gonna do? Call your BFFs and be like 'OMG I'm being held hostage, like SOS, like totes!'" He said in a high pitched voice that sounded eerily exactly like a girl's.

I rolled my eyes. "No. Don't tempt me, or I might just...." I said, not being able to finish the sentence since I was too busy holding in my laugh.

"Might just what? Cry? Like the little annoying bitch that you are?" He asked, smirking like he had won the argument.

I shook my head. "No, this 'annoying little bitch' might just add another bruise onto your face."

I couldn't help but let a small giggle escape as he scowled, his face turning red.

"My blood pressure, was very low. I was an easy target ready to topple over with one small push." He seethed.

I laughed. "Yeah, because when your blood pressure is low you can still tackle innocent girls to the ground." I rolled my eyes.

"Skylar..." He warned.

"Kidnapper..." I copied him.

That reminds me, I need to find out his name. I mean, if I'm gonna report him once I escape, and yes I'm back to thinking positive, I need to know his name.

But now wasn't the time for introductions, now was the time to run.

I screamed as he lunged for me and ran back into the bathroom, locking myself in there.

He banged on the door like he was the hulk.

Now there's no way I'm opening the door...

"Skylar open the damn door!" He yelled, sounding pretty pissed off.

I realized I was still in a towel, and suddenly got an idea.

"But I don't have any clean clothes!" I protested.

"What do you want me to do about it?" He asked, sounding frustrated.

"Um, I don't know... Be a gentleman and get this poor naked girl some clothes and give her her dignity back?" I asked sweetly.

"No?" He replied, sounding confused and annoyed.

"Please?" I asked.

"How about...No." He said back in a mean voice.

"PLEEEAAASE!" I begged.

"No!" He yelled.

"But why?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.

I heard him let out a frustrated sigh, and after a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke.

"Fine." He grumbled.

I did a silent fist pump in the air and grinned.

"Thank you kidnapper! Just leave the clothes on the bed." I ordered.

I heard him mumble something that sounded like "Don't fucking tell me what to do..."

Oooh, what a badass, he swore! I was just about to say that before I stopped myself.

That would only result in him taking back his offer and leaving me in a towel...

A few moments passed as I got less patient, so I decided to start whistling to keep myself from dying of boredom and to remind him I was still waiting.

"Can you shut up?" I heard him snap, causing me to abruptly stop whistling 'Moves Like Jagger'.

I had been waiting patiently for what seemed like hours, and I wasn't allowed to whistle?

"Can you hurry up then? I might catch a cold." I said, faking a cough for effect.

"Good." He muttered.

I was about to reply, when I heard the bedroom door slam shut.

Silence followed.

Was he gone?

I took the risk of cracking the door open a millimeter, then a centimeter, and then when I was sure it was clear, I opened it wide and stepped out.

Relief washed over me as I saw a large blue button up shirt with a pair of long baggy grey sweats.

I rushed over to it and took no time in pulling the warm clothes on.

Man was this comfy... I ran my hands down the front of the pants, the soft fabric feeling amazing under my touch.

Before I could stay in here and feel up my kidnapper's sweatpants, which I was wearing, I walked towards the dresser, looking for a small red bag...

On the day I had been kidnapped, I had had that bag around my arm the entire time, with my phone in there, but before I had gotten into my kidnapper's car, he had managed to take it away.

I was certain there was a comb and a hair tie in there, and I needed it now.

I was surprised when I found it lying there on the edge of the dresser.

A feeling of excitement came over me as I ran towards it and almost ripped it open, looking for my phone.

Well, guess my kidnapper wasn't that stupid since it was gone.

Sighing, I pulled out a comb and hair tie in the bag, quickly fixing my hair and pulling it up into a messy bun.

Now what?

My stomach answered that by letting out a loud growl, reminding me I hadn't had breakfast and was starving.

Would I get fed? I couldn't help but wonder.

I knew he couldn't starve me if he was planning on keeping me alive.

I still had to figure out why he had kidnapped me.

I remembered he had promised me answers, but I just had to knock him out...

Now I knew it would be harder to get out answers, since I had left a huge bruise on his cheek to remind him. Did I regret it? Absolutely not.

I took a deep breath and placed my hand on the door knob.

I would ask those questions at the right time, right now I had something much more important to do. I had to be fed.

I opened the door and stepped out, slowly shuffling down the hall.

The smell of something delicious hit my nose all of a sudden. I followed the scent.

"Take me to your master." I whispered to the scent, growing more and more hungry.

"I'm right here, and this isn't for you." I heard my kidnapper say.

I pressed my hands to my cheeks, hiding my blush at being caught for whispering to scents.

I walked into the kitchen. Just like the rest of the house, it was neat and organized, the counters sparkling and clean dishes on the drying rack.

But that didn't matter. The pancakes I saw my kidnapper oh so professionally flipping, is what caught my attention.

I watched as his arm flexed as he raised the pan to catch the pancake in the air.

No! I'm not here to feed my eyes with a sexy piece of man, I'm here to feed my stomach with that delicious looking pancake with chocolate chips.

"I'll have two please!" I said cheerily, peering over his shoulder.

"I said, these aren't for you." He grumbled, sounding mad.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the-" I started.

"No." He dead panned, cutting me off.

I shut my mouth and pouted. "Why can't I have any?" I whined.

"Because you need to learn your lesson." He replied.

"Lesson on what? Fasting?" I rolled my eyes. He was being childish.

"No, although you could use a diet." He said nonchalantly.

I gasped. "I'm happy with my weight!" I looked down at my body. My stomach wasn't sticking out at all.

He's just jealous.

"You need to learn that you're no princess here. I'm the boss." He ignored me.

I scoffed. "Seriously? You're just sour because I-" I cut myself off, before I could piss him off further.

He just turned to give me a death glare.

Gulp.

"What I meant is, I know you're in control here Mr.Kidnapper, and I don't expect to be showered in flowers and chocolate, but you can't just starve me!" I cried.

"Oh don't worry, you'll get fed." He gave me a sickeningly sweet smile.

I didn't notice too much, because I didn't care what he'd give me, I just wanted food!

"It's on the table." He said, turning back around to pour more batter onto the pan. That was his sixth pancake. Was he seriously going to eat that all by himself?

I quickly walked to the dining room, seeing a bowl set on a large wooden table.

Jackpot.

I walked over to the bowl and peered inside.

I just stared at it for a couple of minutes, confused and disappointed, then let out a huff and marched back to the kitchen.

When I said I didn't mind eating anything, I hadn't meant I'd be ok with eating freaking dog food! What the hell is wrong with that ass hole!

"Hey! I want real food!" I snapped, walking up to him.

He kept his back to me and I saw his shoulders slightly shaking.

He was laughing. That bastard, I swear I'm gonna strangle him.

"I gave you your food. Now go and eat like a good little mutt." He said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.

My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide at what he was implying.

This means war. He was gonna get it. Oh he was gonna get it real good.

He sure had some balls to be calling me a dog and treating me like one too.

I suddenly got an idea and smirked evilly. He wanted to do some animal jokes, I'd show him a VERY funny animal joke.

I saw the rag that he had used on me earlier lying on the counter and quickly grabbed it.

I took a few steps back and got ready to go in for the kill.

I was probably going to regret this after, and I'd probably get shot in the head for this, but I wasn't going to let him call me a bitch without regretting it.

I let out a warrior cry and charged full speed at him.

He turned around looking alarmed, just as I tackled him to the ground.

He fell on his stomach, which is what I was hoping for.

I rolled off him and waited for him to get on all fours.

"What the fuck you crazy bitch! I swear-" he started, but couldn't quite finish.

I jumped onto his back and straddled it. Next, I pulled the rag around his mouth and yanked it back.

"Giddy up donkey!" I yelled, smirking in victory.

Okay, maybe this was a bit too extreme, but then again, he had called me a bitch, twice...

He tried to say something but I couldn't quite make it out, because of the rag in his mouth.

I pulled back the ends of it, causing his head to tilt back and face me.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite catch that, ass." I said innocently.

His eyes widened as he suddenly realized the joke.

He called me a bitch and gave me dog food, I called him an ass and rode on his back like a donkey.

His eyes narrowed as he gave me the most petrifying glare I'd ever seen.

But it didn't make me run, because I was the one in control.

"Who's the one in control now, ass-hole!" I yelled in his face.

He started to yell things at me that were muffled by the rag, but I could tell they were cuss words directed to me by the look on his face.

I laughed and did the terrible mistake of letting one end of the rag go.

That's when all hell broke loose.

As soon as the rag was out of his mouth he started to talk.

"You're going to pay for that..." He said in a deep voice.

What scared me even more was how calm he sounded.

As soon as I had gotten to my feet, I felt myself going back down and landed on my back, staring up at the psycho that had just tackled me, for the second time.

I struggled under his heavy body and let out a defeated sigh when I realized he had the weight of an elephant and I would need fifty John Cenas to lift him up.

His green eyes stared into mine, narrowing slightly.

"Hmm... Should I tie you to the balcony railing and let you hang upside down for five hours, or should I go with the tooth fairy pliers?" He asked me as if I were to just pick between two colors.

My eyes widened in fear and I shrunk back into the ground as far as possible.

I knew my plan would end in a bad way.

Why hadn't I just spat in his OJ or dipped his toothbrush in the toilet?

I felt tears start to form in my eyes as I realized I was about to be tortured painfully by my pissed off kidnapper.

I slowly closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him in the face and give him the satisfaction of showing him how terrified I was.

After a long moment of silence, I cracked an eye open, wondering if he had fallen asleep or something.

I saw him staring at me intently in a strange way.

"Skylar." He said softly, looking at me sadly. "What will it take for you to believe that I'm not gonna hurt you?" He pleaded.

"For you to let me go back home." I said quietly.

He let out a sigh. "You know I can't do that. I'm sorry you had to be kidnapped, but I promise, I won't hurt you. I've never hurt a girl in my entire life." He said sincerely.

It shocked me how honest his eyes were and shocked myself even more by nodding slowly.

I don't know why or how, but a small part of me believed him.

He gave me a small smile, before standing up on his feet and offering me a hand.

I had trusted him on not hitting me, but I wasn't going to let him treat me like a friend.

I could never be friends with him.

I tried to get up and suddenly felt a pain shoot up through my left leg when I got on my feet, and went flying back down, face planting into the hard wooden floor.

I heard my kidnapper burst out laughing and scowled into the floor.

Putting my hands by my side, I lifted myself off of the floor, now sitting with my left leg in front of me.

Stupid leg, I should've brought some painkillers with me... But it was unexpected as it was now very rare that my leg would hurt.

Well, it was also unexpected to get tackled by your sexy kidnapper and then try to get up so I guess I shouldn't be too concerned.

He finally stopped laughing and stared down at me.

"That's what you deserve, so now I guess we're even." He smirked.

I just gave him back a glare.

I made the mistake of moving my leg, which caused more pain to shoot up making me clench my jaw.

It usually wasn't this bad...

"What's wrong with your leg?" He asked, noticing my pain and crouching down beside it.

"Nothing, it's fine." I spat. I really didn't want to tell him the story of how my leg got messed up. I hadn't told anyone. Not even my best friends... It was that bad.

"Skylar, it looks pretty serious. Let me just see it." He said, resting a hand softly on my left thigh.

"I probably just pulled a muscle or something." I shrugged and tried to stand up again.

That didn't work out. I felt my leg buckle and was about to fall back down, but felt two arms wrap around my waist, catching me.

I stared up into my kidnapper's concerned eyes.

"Skylar, you have to tell me what's wrong so we can fix it." He pleaded softly.

He even pulled the puppy dog face!

I knew I was a goner now. I sighed in defeat.

"Fine, but can we have breakfast first?" I asked, my stomach grumbled after, agreeing.

He chuckled. "Fine."

He finished making two more pancakes, then split them in half, setting four on each of our plates.

We sat at the wooden table, the dog food thankfully gone now.

I started to eat but stopped abruptly as I noticed my kidnapper was leaning in close to me.

I eyed him strangely as he leaned in even more and sniffed me.

Wait, what?

"What are you doing...?" I asked, leaning away slightly from him.

"Smelling you." He said distractedly.

Now who's the dog?

"Come here."" He motioned for me to come closer.

After giving him a confused look, I hesitantly leaned forward.

I heard him take in a large breath through his nose.

"Did you use my Axe shampoo?" He asked all of a sudden, sounding a little amused.

Now it made sense, he was smelling me because he smelled the Axe.

Was it really that strong? Ugh. I knew I shouldn't have used it.

"There was nothing else!" I defended myself.

He just chuckled at me.

I ignored him and finished those delicious pancakes. Who knew kidnappers were amazing chefs? Even my mum couldn't cook this good...

After we finished eating, he told me to go put away our dishes.

But me being stubborn, especially when it comes to chores, I refused.

"It's only fair, I made the food. And plus, I'm the boss." He said smugly.

I'm the boss this, I'm the boss that, god was I getting tired of hearing that...

I just put them all away in the end because he pulled the puppy dog face again... Jerk hole.

After I was done, I walked back to the table slowly, knowing it was time to tell him about my leg.

He stood up as he saw me enter.

"Let's go somewhere more comfy." He said, leading the way to the living room.

"Like my home?" I asked innocently.

He ignored me though and kept walking.

He took a seat on a red couch, I took the seat across on a white loveseat.

The whole room was red and white, and reminded me of red velvet cupcakes.

That of course, ended up in making my stomach howl.

The kidnapper just looked at me strangely. "You just ate." He stated.

"I can't help but think of red velvet cupcakes after looking around this room." I confessed.

That just made him laugh. I think he really liked laughing. What was strange was how I found his laugh quite attractive and had to stop my own smile... There must've been something in those pancakes.

I stared at him as he laughed and couldn't tear my eyes away from his contagious smile.

Yeah, definitely the pancakes...

After he composed himself, he looked at me seriously. "So, about your leg."

I nodded and looked down at my hands, preparing myself for another emotional breakdown.

I knew it would be hard telling him the story, since it would be the first time I've ever told anyone.

"One night, my dad came into my room, he was really drunk, more than usual." I started, my eyes turning cold at the memory of my father.

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A/N

Ohhhh my GOSH !

I Cannot thank you guys enough for TWENTY-SIX VOTES!!!!!!!!

So I'll try to put my excitement into words, you'll have to bear with me here...

I went on wattpad this morning and just stared at the screen for five straight minutes. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE AS MUCH AS I LOVE RED VELVET FROZEN YOGURT !!!! And that's saying a lot...

I was going to update this yesterday, but I wanted to make this longer, so I worked on it first thing after I woke, I was typing it in bed under the covers at nine am lolol

I hope this chapter pleased you guys and I can't wait to write the next chapter! :D

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