He banged on the door like he was the hulk.
Now there’s no way I’m opening the door…
Skylar open the damn door ! He yelled, sounding pretty pissed off.
I realized I was still in a towel, and suddenly got an idea.
But I don’t have any clean clothes ! I protested.
What do you want me to do about it ? He asked, sounding frustrated.
Um, I don’t know… Be a gentleman and get this poor naked girl some clothes and give her her dignity back ? I asked sweetly.
No ? He replied, sounding confused and annoyed.
Please ? I asked.
How about…No. He said back in a mean voice.
PLEEEAAASE ! I begged.
No ! He yelled.
But why ? I asked, trying to sound innocent.
I heard him let out a frustrated sigh, and after a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke.
Fine. He grumbled.
I did a silent fist pump in the air and grinned.
Thank you kidnapper ! Just leave the clothes on the bed. I ordered.
I heard him mumble something that sounded like Don’t fucking tell me what to do…
Oooh, what a badass, he swore ! I was just about to say that before I stopped myself.
That would only result in him taking back his offer and leaving me in a towel…
A few moments passed as I got less patient, so I decided to start whistling to keep myself from dying of boredom and to remind him I was still waiting.
Can you shut up ? I heard him snap, causing me to abruptly stop whistling ‘Moves Like Jagger’.
I had been waiting patiently for what seemed like hours, and I wasn’t allowed to whistle ?
Can you hurry up then ? I might catch a cold. I said, faking a cough for effect.
Good. He muttered.
I was about to reply, when I heard the bedroom door slam shut.
Silence followed.
Was he gone ?
I took the risk of cracking the door open a millimeter, then a centimeter, and then when I was sure it was clear, I opened it wide and stepped out.
Relief washed over me as I saw a large blue button up shirt with a pair of long baggy grey sweats.
I rushed over to it and took no time in pulling the warm clothes on.
Man was this comfy… I ran my hands down the front of the pants, the soft fabric feeling amazing under my touch.
Before I could stay in here and feel up my kidnapper’s sweatpants, which I was wearing, I walked towards the dresser, looking for a small red bag…
On the day I had been kidnapped, I had had that bag around my arm the entire time, with my phone in there, but before I had gotten into my kidnapper’s car, he had managed to take it away.
I was certain there was a comb and a hair tie in there, and I needed it now.
I was surprised when I found it lying there on the edge of the dresser.
A feeling of excitement came over me as I ran towards it and almost ripped it open, looking for my phone.
Well, guess my kidnapper wasn’t that stupid since it was gone.
Sighing, I pulled out a comb and hair tie in the bag, quickly fixing my hair and pulling it up into a messy bun.
Now what ?
My stomach answered that by letting out a loud growl, reminding me I hadn’t had breakfast and was starving.
Would I get fed ? I couldn’t help but wonder.
I knew he couldn’t starve me if he was planning on keeping me alive.
I still had to figure out why he had kidnapped me.
I remembered he had promised me answers, but I just had to knock him out…
Now I knew it would be harder to get out answers, since I had left a huge bruise on his cheek to remind him. Did I regret it ? Absolutely not.
I took a deep breath and placed my hand on the door knob.
I would ask those questions at the right time, right now I had something much more important to do. I had to be fed.
I opened the door and stepped out, slowly shuffling down the hall.
The smell of something delicious hit my nose all of a sudden. I followed the scent.
Take me to your master. I whispered to the scent, growing more and more hungry.
I’m right here, and this isn’t for you. I heard my kidnapper say.
I pressed my hands to my cheeks, hiding my blush at being caught for whispering to scents.
I walked into the kitchen. Just like the rest of the house, it was neat and organized, the counters sparkling and clean dishes on the drying rack.
But that didn’t matter. The pancakes I saw my kidnapper oh so professionally flipping, is what caught my attention.
I watched as his arm flexed as he raised the pan to catch the pancake in the air.
No ! I’m not here to feed my eyes with a sexy piece of man, I’m here to feed my stomach with that delicious looking pancake with chocolate chips.
I’ll have two please ! I said cheerily, peering over his shoulder.
I said, these aren’t for you. He grumbled, sounding mad.
Someone woke up on the wrong side of the- I started.
No. He dead panned, cutting me off.
I shut my mouth and pouted. Why can’t I have any ? I whined.
Because you need to learn your lesson. He replied.
Lesson on what ? Fasting ? I rolled my eyes. He was being childish.
No, although you could use a diet. He said nonchalantly.
I gasped. I’m happy with my weight ! I looked down at my body. My stomach wasn’t sticking out at all.