She was walking down the road. Pitch black, nothing in sight... *gun shot*
Hi my name is rose and this is the story of how I fell in love with my kidnapper...
He was tall, dark hair; dark eyes and a black suit. His cologne was strong and hypnotic, but his personality overwhelming and violent.
He was so violent, yet when he showed the tiniest of remorse and gentleness he could heal the deepest of war wounds.
I was only 17 when he captured me. What I didn't know was that he had been stalking me for months, watching every little thing I did, learning everything about me possible. Some things he knew that I didn't even know about myself...
2 years ago,
Where am I? I feel as though I have made a wrong turn, I have a bad feeling lay in the pit of my stomach. Is there someone watching me? I feel hot breath down the back of my neck *gun shot*
What was that!? No fuck this I'm leaving!
She started running down the street until *smack*
She woke up in a dark cellar,
The smell was putrid... there is a strong smell of something metallic.
Why can I taste blood.. wait, where am I? I slowly opened my eyes, to my surprise revealed a dark cellar, which was surprisingly clean, you know considering I can literally smell old stale blood.
I could see a figure of a man lurking out of the darkness into the room, he had a mask covering his face. He got close enough to the point where I could smell his cologne which was overwhelmingly nice and hypnotic. There was a long pause until I realised the weapon he had hidden in his left hand.
He removed the mask off of his face to reveal a gorgeous man with dreamy eyes and a sharp, chiselled jawline weirdly he looked familiar...
He looked very similar to that new gorgeous actor I had been fantasising over for months... wait. Omg it was him. Shouldn't he be going to famous events or something? Wait why am I even here and why am I tied up to a chair...?
So, rose is it? Of course it is.
He starts hysterically laughing
Well you see rose, I have been watching you for months now and you have caught my interest.
You are probably wondering what you are doing here, well you see, you are here to fulfil my killing urges. So stay still for me please darling while I carve out your eyeballs.
For some reason I had the courage to actually speak.
Wait please! I'll do anything, just let me go!
Oh darling, it doesn't work like that.
You have already seen my face now. I have to kill you. Okay how about this, I will untie you and give you 15 seconds to escape, but if you fail, I will torture you until you beg for death.
Deal?
Deal! Thank you so much!
He untied me and I stood up, but for some reason I didn't run I just stood there frozen in front of him,
He looked at me with a questioned look plastered all over his face. When he finished counting he pressed his blade against my throat. If I moved it would pierce my jugular vein and I would die right there.
He spoke,
Darling why didn't you try and escape?
...
What I wanted more than anything was to survive so I tried something and I knew it was my only chance to survive but if it went wrong I would die right there in that moment.
I kissed him...
He released the blade and let it fall to the floor.
He pushed me up against the cold, stone cellar wall and started kissing me. He slowly undressed me and started kissing down my body slowly, he started undressing himself and...
