Kidnapped

Kidnapped Chapter Two

A/N: I'm posting the second chapter just in case anyone is really reading this...maybe you liked the first part and want to continue reading it. If you are reading it and like it please please pleaassee comment and vote! Thanks :)

CHAPTER TWO

My eyes slowly start to open and I feel my head throbbing like I've been hit. All of a sudden I remember what happened and my eyes shoot open. I try to sit up but I'm pushed back down, I'm lying on a bed and my hands and feet are tied to the posts. My breathing is raggedy by now and I can feel the tears start to fall down my cheeks as realization sets in. I've been kidnapped. Me. Alexandra Janssen. Why? That's my first question. If it's money they want, they got the wrong girl. My family is not rich, they could never pay off a ransom. Then I remember what the man said before I passed out. "We can be together now love" or something like that.

"Oh God," I gasp. I've been kidnapped by some psycho who thinks we're meant to be together. If I don't escape, I'm going to be stuck here! Just the thought makes me really start to cry. I pull my hands trying to squeeze them through the knot holding them together, but stop when the stinging gets unbearable. I look down at my body and my eyes go wide when I realize someone changed my clothes. I felt so violated! How dare they?! I was changed into white sweats and a white T-shirt. I look around the room and see that almost everything is white. The carpet, furniture and the bed sheets I'm laying on. I look around for windows and see that there's one in the corner with black bars over it. I sigh and force myself to stop crying because my face is getting sticky. I'm laying there wondering how long I've been here when I hear the doorknob start to turn. I feel my heart drop to my stomach as I lay there hopelessly, not knowing what to expect. The door opens and I see a man walk in. He looks surprisingly young, like in his mid twenties. He's wearing black pants and a white wife beater. He has muscles you can see bulging even though he's not doing anything. He has dark brown hair, and a clean shaven face. His eyes are a dark blue like the ocean and his lips are pink and full. If I had seen him on the street I wouldve definitely looked twice. There's silence in the room, it's so deafening as we stare at each other. It looks like he's contemplating on saying something. I choose to speak first.

"W-who are you?" I stutter. I'm scared as hell but I need answers. "What do you want from me?" I continue. He's still standing there, just staring at me and it's making me more nervous. "What?!" I shout. That seems to take him out of his trance. His look turns dark as he glares at me and walks over to me. My eyes go wide when I see his hand go up and make contact with my face. My head turns abruptly to the left because of the force. I let out a pained scream, dying to hold my face but I can't since I'm tied up.

"You do not yell at me, do you understand?" He asks. I'm too stunned and in pain to muster up a reply. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" He yells. His yell is so loud, his voice booms through the small room.

I let out a yelp and say "yes," in a voice I don't even recognize, its dripping with fear. I'm crying again and I feel embarrassed for some reason. He's still standing next to me, and when I see his hand reach for my face again I shut my eyes tight. I wait for the brutal impact I'm sure is coming, but am shocked when he starts to caress my cheek where it hurts still.

"I'm sorry Jess, you know I didn't mean to hit you. But you know I hate when you yell. It's not lady like" he says. His voice is eerily calm and I go against my better judgement and say what's on my mind again.

"I'm not Jess, my name is Alex. I think you have the wrong girl. Please let me go, I won't tell anyone, I swear, please, my mom is waiting for me, let me go, I promise I won't tell a soul" I beg. His face turns into a scowl and he slaps me hard on the same cheek again. I gasp and try to hold in my scream.

"You know I hate liars Jess." He starts to walk towards the door and turns back to me, "we will pick up where we left off last time beautiful" he says. He reaches into his front pocket and takes out something small. He sees me trying to get a look and he holds it up so I can see. My stomach flips and I feel náuseaus when I see what it is.

"We won't be needing this" he laughs as he tosses the wrapped condom in the trash by the door. "Its better without it, you probably feel so good without me wearing one. I'll see you in a bit," he winks and walks out closing the door behind him. I hear a click and know that this time it's locked.