Avery's P.O.V.
"Apparently your brain fell out if your head and left an indentation eight times it's size. Other than that, nothing of importance Jay." Elise laughs at her own joke and plops down into her blue beach chair. As she slips on her shades, all I can feel is that nothing gets better then this.
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I open my eyes any find myself sprawled across a bed in the front of a tiny white room. White walls, white curtains, white bed frame, white sheets, white carpet, white furniture, white television... White everything! The only bit of color in the room is the royal blue door to the left of the bed. I sit up and glance around for signs of the room being inhabited by another person, but the room is completely empty as far as I can see. As I go to stand up, I realize three things: 1) I have no idea where I am or how I got here, 2) I am only in my underwear and cannot see my clothes anywhere, and 3) My wrists, hips, and ankles are chained to the bed poles.
I have no idea what the hell is happening, but I know that whatever it is, it cannot be good. My stomach makes a loud growling noise, causing me to wonder what day and time it is and how long I've been here. Suddenly, I hear footsteps outside of the door, and return to my previous position. I hear the door handle jiggle and immediately I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.
As soon as I hear the door open, I get a big strong wiff of a manly cologne, and I feel heavy footsteps getting closer and closer to the bed. Once the person reached a couple footsteps away, they stopped abruptly and just stood there. I can hear the echo of each of their footsteps as they draw closer; each one sounding like a mini earthquake that reoccurs and gets louder and louder. The footsteps stop once they reach my side of the bed, and the only reason I know that they are still there is because I can feel their hot breath against my neck.
I almost shake when suddenly a small, caloused hand brushes my cheek. It lingers a few seconds before finally moving away. The figure pulls the covers off of me and slides into the bed, awfully close. As soon as the covers cover my body once again I feel better, but aware of each movement and breath. I realize that I relaxed too soon when I feel the hand on my hip, just below the chains that imprison me here. Slowly, a single finger traces intricate patterns across my midsection. I tremble when it stops right against the lacy edges of my underwear......
TO BE CONTINUED....
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Hostage
ActionI'm Avery Tucker, and everybody has a story. What's mine? Well, I've been kidnapped against my will by a mysterious man on a family vacation, I'm held hostage for a ransom...but little does he know, I'm not who they say I am...I'm someone entirely...
