"No, I was just admiring this luxurious and beautifully painted room. What a nice room you have here."

My voice came out so sweet it was sickening, I hope it made him choke on his spit . A beautiful chuckle escaped his lips instead, glad to know he thinks I am funny.

He proceeded into the room, carrying with him a tray with a plate of something and a glass of water, for me I assume, unless he is a sadistic bastard that gets off of eating right in front of his victim's eyes. Travelling has exposed me to the reality that people with the weirdest of personalities actually exist and there is nothing anyone can really do about it. I hope this guy is not one of them, it would be a truckload of beauty wasted if he was. Not to say I am a good person but Ive done a couple of good things in my life and I would like to think that karma would not do me so dirty as to crush all the hope I have in that beautiful people can actually be human.

"I brought you some food, you've been out for some time. I bet you are famished." His voice alone was enough to make my insides sing some sinful version of Hallelujah, I could hear the clamour all the way from heaven. When he turned around and threw me a small smile, I knew right then and there that I was a goner! How the hell does his face manage to just light up like that? My mouth was itching to open and dish out a compliment but then I remembered that this guy is a kidnaper and he is holding me here against my will. "I'll pass, thanks. If you could just get me back to my apartment or show me the front door. I would really appreciate that."

His blue eyes, the most beautiful I have seen, flashed some guilt. Good! Guilt was good for me, it means he regrets his decision and that he would let me go. What a good lad!

"I am afraid I can't do that at the moment, it is not safe for you to be out there." His voice was thick with genuine worry it almost made me agree, sit down and eat my food like a good little prisoner. Almost.

"I dont think my safety is any of your concern."

"You will be very surprised to learn that your safety means more to me than most things." The grave finality in his voice made my stomach drop down to my feet, something in it made me realize that I might not be getting out of here soon. A heavy feeling gripped my throat and it squeezed the life out of me. Violent coughs wrecked my body and my hands went to claw at my neck as if to remove what was choking me. Suddenly I was back in my room, looking into the eyes of a pitch black, monstrous wolf that looks ready to devour me. My heartbeat felt like violent drumming against my ribcage, it physically hurt. My palms felt clammy against my neck, I felt tears slip out of my eyes.

After a few more moments of feeling as if I was about to die, cold water went down on me like a waterfall. The coldness of it made me freeze in time. I opened my eyes, not realizing when exactly I closed them, to find worried blue eyes staring at me. I looked around the room and took in the light colour of the walls. The somewhat messy bed and the beautiful man standing in front of me, with his lips moving. My mind registered the sound of his voice after a while and all I caught in that sentence was

"...okay? Should I call a doctor?"

He must think I am a nutcase and I could not find it in me to care at the moment. My mind was still on the wolf that killed another right on the floor of my bedroom. How are wolves that gigantic even biologically possible? Was my mind playing tricks on me? How did they even make it to my bedroom? Shouldnt they be deep in the woods or something? My head hurt from all the thoughts racing in my head. Nothing made sense, it was as if life was turned upside down but I was still standing upright. My wobbly legs carried my shaken body to the bed, I crawled in like it belonged to me and tucked the sheets right to my chin. I was shivering but the temperature of the room was not that cold.

Tears leaked out of my eyes and I could not decide the cause behind it. When I blinked, all I could see was the pool of angry, red blood on the floor. It crawled up to the bed that I was on, tainting the white sheets. A scream ripped out of my throat, blood curling and cold. The last thing I remember is a needle softly lodging its way into the soft skin of my arm. My head settled on the soft pillow and I slipped into unconscious nothingness.

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Love, Mikateko