"Just me." The warm spiced scent of my captor invades my senses.
My heart speeds at his proximity, and I have to will myself to calm down.
"Put me down," I rasp out.
I'd been reading all afternoon while he was off doing whatever it is he does, probably cutting a body into smithereens.
I must've fallen asleep.
My neck is stiff as I pull my face as far away from his as I can.
He doesn't drop me.
Slowing to a stop in the kitchen, he kicks back a chair before plopping me down into it.
There's a spread of Chinese food on the table from my favorite little spot in Columbus.
Of course, he'd know all my favorite things. I've been his primary study for the last two years.
Even so, a man who knows something I love and goes out of his way to get it for me makes my stomach burn. Fucking idiotic butterflies gnaw at the lining as they try to escape.
"Eat." His command is firm and even-toned.
He moves around the kitchen, putting groceries away as I pull an egg roll out of the bag to my right, taking a massive bite as I watch him.
Something's off. His energy is strange.
"Are you alright?"
It dawns on me I'm worried about my stalker, who kidnapped me, but it's too late to take the concern back.
"You don't get to ask me that."
Anger pools low in my belly. "What? Why? After all you've done to me, I think it's the least I'm entitled to."
He scoffs, throwing a box of cereal across the room.
Gives new meaning to serial killer. I nearly snort at the thought.
Fuck, I'm losing it here.
Allison needs to hurry her rescue mission.
"Just... eat!" he shouts.
Something happened to him today, and I'm a bit concerned about what it was, because he’s angry. So angry that I worry about what he could do to me if provoked.
Walking across the room, much like one does the walk of shame, he picks up the cereal and places it in the pantry beside the fridge.
My hands are busy, opening food containers and eating my fill. I watch my stalker as he cleans the kitchen and then heads down the hall to the room I'm now forbidden from entering.
"Alright then." I sigh.
Once dinner is cleaned up, I meander a bit in the living room, wondering if he'll emerge at some point, but he doesn't.
I shower and get into bed, staying on high alert for when he comes in.
Worry keeps me awake when he never does.
