I breathed in the amazing smell of what I guessed was 'Abercrombie Fierce' and sighed happily.
I hadn't slept this good in a long time. For some reason, my bed was ten times comfier and smelled amazing.
Wait. I don't remember buying Abercrombie Fierce perfume…
I sat up abruptly and looked around, and all of yesterday's events came crashing down on me.
Right. I was in my kidnapper's room.
That thought didn't make me bolt out of his bed though, since it was just too comfy. And smelled so nice…
I glanced in the mirror right in front of the bed and widened my eyes as I saw my hair. It looked like it got caught in a fight between a bear and a tiger…
I almost laughed when I spotted an actual bottle of Abercrombie Fierce. My suspicions of him being an actual Abercrombie model raised.
After a few minutes of sitting on his comfy bed, processing that I was kidnapped since I was still in a bit of shock, I finally managed to pull myself out of bed.
I walked around the room and tried a door to the far right, hoping for a washroom.
Locked.
I jiggled the door knob a few times before searching for another door, it was probably a closet, because who locks their bathrooms when they're not using them ?
But then what would be in there that he doesn't want others to see ? Dead bodies ? A collection of hearts in a large potato sack ? A pile of limbs of different people ? The possibilities were endless, so before I could let my brain go wild and end up scaring myself, I walked to the door opposite to this one, and was relieved to find a toilet, sink and shower.
I stripped down and hopped into the shower, the hot water hitting my body and relaxing my muscles. Waking up in my kidnapper's bed and then showering in his washroom was certainly not what anyone else would be doing in my situation. But I had already accepted I was most likely going to end up behind some McDonald's in a dumpster so might as well enjoy my last days on this Earth right ? Maybe I could even get a last meal if I asked the guy politely…
I ended up having the most relaxing shower surprisingly. I think I had overworked myself with this situation and was simply choosing to be relaxed and groomed rather than crying and sweaty. I even found some Axe shampoo, and ended up using it since there was nothing else…
After scrubbing myself clean, I wrapped a towel around myself tightly and cracked the door open a bit.
I had watched too many movies and read too many books where the main character bumps into some guy in just a towel…
I wasn't going to let that happen any time soon. After scanning the room, I crept out and went to the dresser.
Just as I was about to pick up the Abercrombie bottle that was screaming at me to just give it a small whiff, I heard the door open and turned towards it fast as a ninja.
And it was none other than, ladies and gentlemen, my kidnapper.
He just froze in the doorway as he saw me, one foot in the room and one hand on the doorknob.
We just stared at each other for a long time with wide eyes, before I snapped back to reality.
I also noticed a purple bruise right on his cheekbone, but was in too much shock to comment on it.
« Why the hell are you in here !? » I shrieked, gripping onto the towel around me for dear life.
« Um, because it's my room… ? » He retorted.
Oh yeah… How could I possibly forget…
I watched as his eyes grazed over my body slowly, making my stomach turn in ways I didn't want it to.
« Hey ! Up here buddy ! » I snapped my fingers in front of my face, glaring at him.
He took his own sweet time though, leveling his eyes up to mine and when they reached them, the bastard had the balls to wink at me.
I was just about to lunge at him before he sensed my violence and spoke.
« Woah ! Calm down, I'm not the one who comes waltzing out of people's showers in just a towel. » He said defensively.
« Where else am I supposed to shower then !? » I yelled.
« You're my hostage ! I'm your kidnapper ! » He exclaimed.
And I thought we were best friends…
« This isn't some dream vacation, so get your head out of the clouds. You listen to me and follow my orders. Understood ? » He shot me a piercing look.
« I don't think so. » I said, crossing my arms and smirking.
« What are you gonna do ? Call your BFFs and be like 'OMG I'm being held hostage, like SOS, like totes !' » He said in a high pitched voice that sounded eerily exactly like a girl's.
I rolled my eyes. « No. Don't tempt me, or I might just…. » I said, not being able to finish the sentence since I was too busy holding in my laugh.
« Might just what ? Cry ? Like the little annoying bitch that you are ? » He asked, smirking like he had won the argument.
I shook my head. « No, this 'annoying little bitch' might just add another bruise onto your face. »
I couldn't help but let a small giggle escape as he scowled, his face turning red.
« My blood pressure, was very low. I was an easy target ready to topple over with one small push. » He seethed.
I laughed. « Yeah, because when your blood pressure is low you can still tackle innocent girls to the ground. » I rolled my eyes.
« Skylar… » He warned.
« Kidnapper… » I copied him.
That reminds me, I need to find out his name. I mean, if I'm gonna report him once I escape, and yes I'm back to thinking positive, I need to know his name.
But now wasn't the time for introductions, now was the time to run.
I screamed as he lunged for me and ran back into the bathroom, locking myself in there.