I looked at him as though he had four heads.
The cheese was sliding off the cracker, that's for sure.
What a lucky girl I am!
He continued spewing shit I didn't want to hear.
"I will not bring you out on dates and hope for a romantic courtship or a life with children and the white picket fence."
Thanks for not blowing smoke up my ass, dickhead!
"You are my obsession, my drug. I want your body to do as I please, and that’s it. I am not a stand-up guy; I won’t lie to you. I am going to fuck every open hole in your body. Just a fair warning of what to expect."
I shudder at his words, my insides feeling queasy.
I feel lightheaded.
"I will reward you well if you are a good girl. If you piss me off, I will punish you. I could easily take you with me right now, and we could leave for St. Thomas in three months, but I decided to offer you the deal instead. I want to be upfront and honest with you from the start. I am a contracted killer with a lot ofconnections all over the world, so there is no escape for you, no matter what your choice is."
Why am I not surprised he is a killer?
"I will warn you only once. If you do something stupid, and believe me, I have watched you make some asinine choices with the men you fucked around with, you will be punished accordingly."
The men I've fucked with? I hate to break it to you, but you're no better screwball.
"If you choose to stay here in your surroundings, there will be zero police involved and no confiding in your friends. This is between you and me. Make sure you understand and obey the rules, or you won't like the consequences. So tell me, Kitten, where do you prefer I devour you, here or at my place? I'm eagerly waiting for your answer.”
I felt nauseous and dizzy.
Is this really happening to me?
I can’t stop shaking my leg. In a weird way, it keeps me calm when I bounce it. He's staring at me with those smoldering grey eyes. I feel uncomfortable as his gaze burns into me. I'm a nervous wreck. I am no virgin by any means, but what the hell is this guy going to do to me? He’s an assassin who wants to fuck all my holes.
Jesus Christ, that's a subtle way of putting it, psycho.
Who the hell is going to help me? I have no goddamn choice here. Of course, nothing he offered was beneficial to me. I could call the police, but I believe him when he says they can’t do anything to save me.
I'd already experienced their incompetence in finding this loony tune when this all started. I lick my lips continuously. They are extremely dry and chapped. It feels like I have a chunk of cotton in mymouth. My throat is parched and practically stuck together.
I stare at my kidnapper for a few minutes. I wish I had something to throw at him so I could escape. But how can I get away from this monster? He could easily outrun me. He told me I make stupid choices in men. Is this nut serious? He is insane, but of course, he doesn't know how crazy he is. Most psychopaths don't.
I shake my head, feeling hopeless.
“So if I stay here, what happens? No offense, but I don’t want to be stranded on an island with you. That doesn't sound like a fun time to me. If I had to give in to your demands, I would rather stay home with my cat. I get to sleep here in my house, right?”
He grinned at me, looking pleased with himself.
“Yes, you can sleep here, but I will join you every night. You can continue to work and live a normal life, but you are not allowed to go out dancing with those fucking losers anymore. Clubbing is off-limits; that's final. You cannot date anyone either. I will see to all your needs.”
His tone became angry when he mentioned the club and other men. He continued with his speech.
"I don’t want any males hanging around you. If I see you out flirting, or if you try to take any guys home, you are going to feel my anger come down right across your ass, and I will fatally injure the losers you fuck with. Remember, if any of the men die, it will be your fault."
I can't believe this man is implementing these rules on me. I feel like I am in a Twilight Zone episode.
"And as agreed, if you still hate me or despise me within a month, I will leave your life for good,and you will have your freedom back, but while you are with me, the tracker goes in your arm. I must know where you are at all times. There will be no exceptions to that."
Stick the tracker up your ass, you lunatic!
