"You are mine baby doll and no one can take you away from me."
I saw her after her dance class. She looked exhausted and tired. And innocent. Oh so innocent. She had to be mine. She must be mine.
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Stephen Ripper gets what he wants and if he doe...
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what do you want to be when you're older? ***
My face becomes red. Does he really not know how to knock?
I cover myself and quickly grab my towel from the floor. I wrap it around my body and give him a pleading look.
"Please leave," my voice is shaky and a small frown appears on his face. Eventually he nods and exits the closet, closing the door behind him. I let out a sigh.
On god, that man has seen me naked more times than my mother and she had raised from when I was a baby to teenager. Stephen should really learn how to knock though. It's becoming quite annoying. But then, I thought, maybe it's because he is so used to living on his own, he doesn't normally knock?
I shook my head from the thought. He kidnapped me. He knows I'm here. He just wants to invade my privacy more than he already has. I grit my teeth.
I don't think I've ever hated a place than I hate his home.
It's a beautiful home, don't get me wrong. I just wish I were here under different circumstances.
I get dressed in pair of sweats and a shirt, after putting on proper undergarments and then went back stairs. Even after my shower, I still felt dirty. Staying here made me feel dirty and I hated it. I wanted to spend an eternity in the shower.
It was just something about the way Stephen looked at me, the way it unnerved me. It made me feel like I was just something he wanted, not someone he wanted. Even though, I could understand that he was obviously treating me in better way than most kidnappers would, I hated it.
Reluctantly I went downstairs. I'm walking towards the kitchen when I feel myself being pressed against the wall. I look up and see Stephen's eyes.
Now even I could't deny that Stephen had beautiful eyes. I had never seen such a mixture of obsidian and gold. I knew they weren't contacts either. I would have been able to tell.
Stephen grabs my hips so that I am pressed against him. I breathe in a shaky breath and he makes me look at him. The way he was staring at me was overwhelming. He didn't know me. Yeah, he knew some facts about me that my friends might also know, but he didn't know know me.
I was just something he wanted and so he took me. I took a deep breath and looked down.
This was too overwhelming.
I am overwhelmed.
I bite my lips and I look back up. He's my bite my lips and I shiver in disgust. However, I think he mistook it for a good shiver? I never realized how actually obsessed he looks.
He surprisingly does a good job at hiding it.
Stephen backs away from me and I look up at him again.
"Make a pasta of some sort. Devin might be coming over,"
