I begin to put on the bottoms when I suddenly freeze at first I don’t’ understand why till that feeling of someone is watching me tingles thought my being.
"You could have asked me to get your clothing for you." A rough deep voice speaks; I don’t even need to guess who it belongs to.
I drop the sweat bottoms and stand straight up. My heart tightens and restricts anxiety and fear is crippling me right now. I wrap the sheet securely around me and grip my hand in the front by my chest; because all I need right now is to accidently flash the man that kidnapped me and holds my life in his hands. I suck in a much need breath of air albeit stale air never the less I hope it keeps me from hyperventilating. I finally decide to face the inevitable and turn toward the stranger man.
He is standing in the middle of the room by the wide dark ladder; he still has his long coal black cloak on that has a wrinkled appearance from him crouching on the muddy floor. I take a quick glance at his covered face or I guess where his face would be if it wasn’t covered by his hood. I move my focus to the floor not really sure how to response to his previous question; I don’t know what to do. So I say the first thing that comes to mind.
“I-I didn’t want to disturb you.” I chew on my bottom lip hoping not to sound as scared as I am.
“You would not have disturbed me. Believe what you will but while you are under my care I wish you to be as comfortable as possible under these circumstances.”
“You call undressing me and trapping me down in this-this wherever this is making me comfortable.” I swallow the lump that formed in my throat though I sounded harsh I felt anything but confident and brave.
The man shifts and folds his hands out in front of him and stands up straighter; great now I’ve done it. I really need to start processing what I’m going to say before I say it.
“You took off your cloths willing remember? You were in a feverish state I was trying to assist you so your clothing had to come off or the heat could have been fatal to you. You have my word that I did nothing improper towards you. I “brought” you down here because it was the coolest place I could find to help bring your temperature down.”
He spoke much softer and slower probably trying to sooth my temper. Now after hearing his explanation I do remember vaguely letting him help me undress, now I-I kind of feel bad.
I know that sounds crazy, I mean it is his fault that I am in this mess to begin with. Well I guess I don’t know if it was his fault for me getting that hot or not but he did kidnapped me so anything that happens to me I have the right to blame on him, right?
Now I have many questions for him but with just a thin white sheet that I pray he cannot see my black underwear through is making feel very vulnerable and very uncomfortable.
“I will go and get you some fresh cloths to change into; I will be back as fast as I can, but you must stay down here. There is a jug of water in the bag and some dried fruit help yourself to anything you wish.”
“Why can’t I go with you, I don’t want to stay down here it’s-- very creepy.” I scan the room again and I shiver from the cold and the unnerving feeling of this place.” Where are we anyway? Why did I get so hot and sick before?” The questions just spill out of my mouth.
He makes a grunting sound from the back of his throat. “Let me get you fresh cloths first then I will answer your questions. I cannot have you with me the way you are as of now.” He inclines is head at my attire or lack thereof. God this is so embarrassing I am standing in front of a man not a boy who kidnapped me while being half naked.
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A Curse of Luck (on hold)Adventure
It's a normal night for 18 year old Whitney. That is until she encounters an injured Wasted Guy. Whitney, feeling sorry for the guy tries to help him. However Whitney has horrible luck, both she and the Wasted Guy end up getting kidnapped and taken...