His Sweet Victim

or maybe a stop sign. I huddle against the cold metal side and keep my head down and knees drawn in, afraid of any of them touching me again. I don't

rst man says. "We're out of the city, and there are

ks. There is silence. "Alright, you're going

that pours through the front of the van, trying to adjust to everything around me. I can see now that I am in a large, extended van, the

listening green eyes. He is smiling kindly at me, but I'm falling for it. There are two other men seated up front, but I can't see the drive

you want from me

more he spoke, the more I recognized his accent. Irish. Where in the world have these guys come from? It doesn't seem like they are from around Los Angeles, the man in front of me is dressed in a c

ncy party, not out to kidnap someone off the street. What is their motive i

arshly. "Maybe she isn't as smart as you thought." He still doesn't tur

onde-haired man says, his smile widening

alone your goddamn name," the man driving growls at him. Lucas bites his lip and mutters something under his bre

f up a little, the van comes to a halt, and nearly sends me flying into the front seat. Lucas jumps up and slides the side door open. I wa

en I finally look up at them, and I am met with striking blue eyes. They are a kind of colour that would make even the clearest of oceans feel jealous, so intense the

is eyes hold no emotion either like he is a robot. He places me down and immediately grabs hold of my arm

Where are

od cabin breaks through the trees. This is it. I am going to die in that cabin. They are going to lock me

ou have everything for the night?" he asks and turns to Lucas. That only confirms my fears, as he holds up the

g to draw unwanted attention to myself whenever I wanted to go out. But look at how much good that has done me. He was right all along. I wonder if he

th very minimal furniture. There is nothing other than a plain wooden bed, with a white duvet and pillowcases, a matching

ge around the entire outside, and inside. It's like this place is made to be a murder/kidnap shack. It is in the perfect location, and is built for keeping someone in, it seemed. I spin around and sit on t

untie you," he mutters and walks towards me. I scramble off the bed and back against the wal

dnapped you for a ransom, can't get it if we deliver you back dead." He has a point, and here I am making sure

them out and he swiftly cuts them loose with his pocket knife. Onc

don't want to treat you like a dirt prisoner. There's a bathroom through the door there," he says, and motions to a closed door I hadn't noticed before on th

mages around in it until he pulls out neatly wrapped sandwiches, bottled water, and fluffy

re you being ni

you are the best way to get what we want. I can't reveal much, but all I can

planned and professional than what my father has told me. He warned me about bein

d you for the night, or get you something if you need it," Lucas says. I feel he added the last part to be nice,

e bed. I wander into the bathroom, and I am amazed at how beautiful and cozy it is, given the situation I am in. The entire room is made of woo

ong with me, and how they have access to the room, but I don't have access to leave. Do I really want to get naked, and try and bath here? D

ck by the door and walk out. I look at the food on the bed once again, and as if on cue, my stomach growls from hunger. I hadn't had the chan

seal isn't broken, which means there is a possibility they haven't put anything in the water. After my first bite, I wait

fectly fine, and the chicken sandwich was delicious. I take a few more sips of water, before I go into full genius mode, as

hut on his way in, and stands menacingly in the middle. He glares down at me, saying nothing. I guess he is the one who is guarding me for the nigh

can see he is tired, either physically or mentally. He walks over to the window and grabs a wooden chair from the corner. He places it a fe

closed throat. His presence is unnerving and makes me almost sick to my stomach with fear I have never experienced be

m taking their asses straight to jail, and I will do it by any means necessary. My parents have high-end lawyers, who can get the

me if it was satisfying. Like Lucas probably gushed to you, we aren't here to hurt you, we actually have spe

Emp

a shiver down my spine. If he isn't the

o meet his intense blue eyes. Like before, I am instantly sucked into

he asks, and I nod. "No, this i

ese people, I might as well try and squeeze some information out of them, for when I put them behind

emotion on his face, though his eyes remain blank. His smile quickly disappears, as fast as it

e's no pulling the woo

t budge and goes back to being silent and watching my every move. I look around until I find an old-school alarm clock sitting

nly light in the room to be the glow of the moonlight from the barred window. It makes a caged shadow on the floor, right where I stop standing. My heart starts to pound, as the ironi

What's ha

continued to mock me. I am trapped. There is no escaping this, and who knows if my parents are even going to give them the money. I know they are going to go straig

ing silk shirt, and I feel a hard, chiselled chest under my palm. My neck heats up when my brain registers that

ips at my ear, his soft breath warm against my cheek. I'm shocked when it starts to s

y eyes suddenly feel heavy with exhaustion, and force themselves to close. His presence right next to me still