Chapter 2

I still couldn't believe this was happening. It all went so fast and it seems so much. A sexy abductor that wears a mask, a beautiful house with no windows and doors locked form the outside...what is this. And I'm sitting here, for what seems like an eternity, just waiting for him to make his next move. This is insane. I need to get out of here; to do something. But, there's no visible way of escaping and I don't want to go out of the way and piss off the one person that has my life in his hands now.

I couldn't help but be bothered about what's on the other side of that door, the one two feet across from the bed. Its just there, staring at me. And, deciding to let curiosity get the best of me, I headed over to it. I've learn a thing or two from Blaine about picking locks when we used to sneak into the school or libraries for dates on a Saturday afternoon. I didn't have the actual lock picker but a hair pin would suffice. I had a big enough one but its what held my hair together. Oh well, too bad for hair-dos. I needed to see what whats beyond here. So I drew it out, stooped and tried something.

"That won't help," a familiar voice said behind me and I almost jumped out of my skin. I stood up and faced him. He still wore his mask but this time he wore a pair of black pants, Italian black shoes and a normal long sleeved white shirt. The oh so classical dresser. Pfft. He also carried a backpack.

"If you're that curious just ask. I wont bite." Is this prick for real. I mentally shook my head.

"What's behind the door?"

"A bathroom,"great..."and you're gonna need these if you're going to use it." He threw a bag on the bed. I stared at it. I knew he expected me to open it but there was no way I was going to. He dropped his hands, in frustration I realize, and emptied it out on the bed. Soap, toothbrush, sponge rags, toilet paper. Everything was there, even - omg he didn't - tampons. I tried to suppress a laugh. I notice too that there was at least three suits of clothes...my clothes. I looked up at him.

"I tried to get more but you're mom came home early from work"

"You were in my house?" My eyes widened.

"Yeah, I didn't think you'd be okay with the idea of me shopping for you. I'm terrible at that."

"How did you get in? You didn't hurt my mom did you? How-"

"Of course I wouldn't hurt Mrs.Hudson. She's such a sweetheart. And Lloyd is my friend-"

"My dad?"

"Yeah, how else would I get in?"

He can the serious. How can he know my parents and do this to them. To me.

"How do you know my parents? Why would you-"

"They are old friends of my parents. As they are friends of mine too. So you don't have to worry about me hurting them or anything."

"But you can hurt me?"

"Have I hurt you Kay-lee?"

"Well no. Not physically. But you kidnapped me. How can they be you're friends and you do that to them"

"They think you're over at Blaine's or a friend's house. They still have at least 6 more hours or so to realize you're missing. Stop worrying"

"Stop worrying? Are you psychotic? How can you know them and do this to them. And to me? They're your friends as you claim and I was supposed to be having my super sweet sixteen-"

"I couldn't wait okay," his voice kicked up a notch, "I don't care if they're my friends. I wanted you. I've wanted you for myself for so long now. And i couldn't stand seeing you with those people anymore. Those people? I raised a brow. "I wanted you so I..."

"So you just took me?" I couldn't help the sarcasm. I wanted to ask him how he was referring to them as those people now when a just while ago he was so cheerfully admitting his friendship with them but I just started him down not too angrily as I remind myself that a some moments ago he held a knife at my face.

"Yeah. I did. Listen I'm not having this conversation anymore. Take a shower and get dressed I'll be back for you in an hour." He went towards the door, stopped and threw a watch and key on the bed. "That's the key to the bathroom and a watch so you can keep track of the time."

"I'm not going to rest this"

"Well you'll just be wasting you're time" he said and slammed the door on his way out.

A not so short flare pleated plaid skirt and a white polo top. Barefooted. I had just finished pinning my hair back up when the food opened and he came in.

"You ready?" He asked and I sighed.

"Yeah but for what exactly though?"

"To eat. Surely you're hungry, you've been here 18 hours."He's counting. Christ.

"I don't have any shoes-"

"You won't need any. We're eating indoors."Great. He gestured for me to come but I hesitated. What if its a trap. Befriend her then hack her to pieces. "Just come on. I don't want you dying on me."Oh so he doesn't want me dead. Or....maybe not yet. Oh what the hell I have no thing to loose. With another sigh, I headed towards the door. "Lady's first," he said and with the roll of my eyes I went before him out the door.

I walked steadily and slowly down the stairs and into the short alley that led to the kitchen, knowing without looking back he was doing the same behind me. All the time I kept on my guard; prepping myself for a blow, if any was coming. I'm surprised how I never felt hungry until he spoke about it. Maybe it was masked by all panic and shock. He ushered me towards a huge table, I didn't notice before, at the left end of the kitchen. He pulled out a chair for me, I sat and he lift the huge sliver covering off the plate. Pizza? I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Pizza?" I took liberty of asking what I was thinking.

"I can cook yes but I wasn't sure you'd eat anything I prepare and i wasn't about to take that chance, so I ordered. Its pepperoni. Everybody's favorite." And it as. Especially mine, but I couldn't help to think that not because he didn't make it that means he didn't do something to it. Its scent rose up to my nice and made my tummy rumble even more. But I dare not take a risk.

"I won't eat it," I said flatly. He stared down at me.

"Why not? What, you think I poisoned it?"

"Maybe"

"Kay-lee if I wanted you dead I would have killed you long ago. Please eat." I thought that through. Still can't be too sure.

"I won't eat. Not unless...you take a bite first." He stood there for a bit. Staring intently. Then he came closer, bent down and took up a slice. In that instance, I caught a wiff of his cologne. So heavenly, so hypnotizing, so masculine. I inhaled, my eyes lolling. Then I snapped back. I can't lose focus. Not when I had him right where I want him.

I reached up, with one of the forks that had been on the very well set table just for pizza, and jammed it down into his collar. He chocked down what was in his mouth and clutched the area below his neck. I saw blood running, ruining his milky white shirt. I've never done anything like that to anyone, never drew their blood, never hurt them to such an extent. It made me do a double take to see him writhing in pain and gasping for air but my escaping was much important. So I raised my leg. Kicked him right in the but sack and dashed out of the kitchen.

I never stopped running, never stopped checking each and every corner of the house. But there was no escape. But I don't understand. If they're all locked from the outside how will he get out? Unless...someone was out there waiting to open it for him. Oh great. I headed back down the stairs and into the alley. I approached the kitchen entrance slowly. To be real careful that I'd have the chance to retrieve if he wanted to pounce. But when I looked the room was empty. I walked in; he wasn't at the spot where I left him. He isn't here. Another wave of shock took over and before I could make another move, a scream tore its way from my throat as a pair of hands grabbed me from behind. They threw me back and I landed right down into a chair. The same chair. And then two straps came over across my arms pinning them to the handles and then sunk into my abdomen. Denying me all movements and escape.