She stepped into the foyer and closed her eyes. The smell was still there. Her nose wrinkled in disgust, remembering the way he had been sprawled on the floor, blood draining from the bullet hole in his abdomen. The way he had moaned her name, begging for her to help.
“Kelyn… help me.”
She shuddered.
Her eyes opened wide as she heard a faint rustling behind her. It couldn’t be… she opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She spun around—nothing was there. Was her mind playing tricks on her? It must be. Still trembling, Kelyn took her keys from her purse and opened the front door—heart still pounding in her chest, she surveyed her former home one last time before stepping outside and locking the door behind her. She hoped this was the last time she would ever have to set foot inside.
Kelyn opened her eyes as the sun shone into the room, wondering why she felt so out of place. Stretching her body from it’s slumber, she discovered why—she was handcuffed to an unfamiliar bed frame. Shaking her dark hair from her eyes, Kelyn felt confused. Where was she? Why was her head throbbing, and her eyesight blurry? As the room stopped spinning for a slight moment, she heard a muffled cough. Squinting, Kelyn saw she was not alone here. She tried to speak, but her swollen tongue was so dry that all she could do was choke out a cough. Again dizzy, she closed her eyes, falling into an unrestful sleep.
This happened twice again before Kelyn found herself coherent enough to remember pieces of what had happened. Something she thought only happened on TV or in books, not something that happened in real life… had she been kidnapped? The last thing she remembered before waking up in this strange place was walking home from the bus stop after cutting off her long, thick hair. She passed a couple of high schoolers, who of course called out to her. But then again, who wouldn’t? Her drop dead gorgeous looks were enough to make a straight girl turn lesbian. In fact, boys like this were the exact reason she had cut her hair; in attempt to drastically alter her appearance, she demanded her stylist to chop her hair, from far below her shoulder blades into a choppy a-line style. Maybe she wouldn’t get so much attention this way, she had thought. But that didn’t exactly work out as planned. Instead, the new hairstyle accentuated her high cheekbones, and made her unusually crystal blue eyes sparkle even more. Such a lucky girl, she was told growing up, but Kelyn didn’t agree. She attracted more attention than she would have liked, from everyone she passed. This was not appropriate for a girl with the dreams of becoming a photographer… nobody took her seriously. They wanted her in front of the lens instead of behind it.
But those high school boys never moved from their spots… they simply wanted to watch Kelyn walk by; her long tanned legs seemed to stretch for days, and her ass was as plump and juicy—sans cellulite—as Kim Kardashian’s herself.
Back from her cloudy flashback, Kelyn smelled something very odd, similar to the chemical she had inhaled the day before. Turning her head as far as she could, she watched a door open and a figure emerge. Who was this person? She tried to speak again, but all she could manage was a weak “elp…” The room went dark again as a wet pillow was placed over her face. She tried not to breathe in the horrid chemical smell, but the world went dark before she could put up a struggle.
Opening her eyes after what seemed like hours, Kelyn gasped for air. The ethanol had made her lungs ache, and her mouth felt as though she had eaten sawdust. Moaning, Kelyn arched her still back and shivered. She looked through the darkness at her naked body. When had her clothes been removed? Her stomach ached from hunger, and her head pounded. She winced as the door opened and a bright light shone onto her face. Adjusting to the light, she squinted up and gasped in shock. What she saw was something out of a movie—a man with incredibly stunning features; smooth, tan skin… piercing green eyes, and full, pouty lips—oddly similar to her own. He smiled down at her, and walked to the window. Looking out, he hummed an oddly familiar tune. The tune triggered another flashback for Kelyn.
She walked past the high school boys, who of course whistled at her as she walked by. Even with no makeup, Kelyn could have been a supermodel. Five foot eight inches tall, Kelyn had the body any girl would kill for. She shook her newly layered hair into her face and continued on her way. Walking up the steps to her rental house, she heard a humming sound from the bushes. Curiosity got the best of Kelyn, and she went to investigate. Walking to the bushes, her heart began pounding. Cat-like eyes peered out at her, causing her to gasp. She heard a calm voice.
“Kelyn, my love,” it whispered to her. She walked closer, as the calm voice continued to sooth her beating heart.
“Come… let us talk.” That was the last sound she heard before a cool rag was forced to her mouth, and her body went limp. Floating in and out of consciousness, she felt herself being carried like a rag doll.
Shaking out of her flashback, Kelyn opened her eyes. The man was gone, and she mustered up as much courage as she had in her, and called out, with a cracking voice not sounding like her own, “Is anyone there?” into the darkness. Soft moans were all she heard.
“Are you okay?” asked Kelyn, beginning to shiver even more.
“So much pain… where… are… we?” replied a hoarse voice, very much like her own. There was no telling if it was a man or a woman.
“Kidnapped…” choked out Kelyn. She heard only moans in reply.
Kelyn needed water. She was weak, and her stomach growled in agreement. How long had she gone without food or water? It felt like days. She was extremely cold, and remembering she was completely naked, Kelyn tried to scream, to cry, to curse… but her mouth would not obey. The only noise Kelyn could make was the chattering of her teeth.
Clattering of dishes caused her eyes to fly open, and in front of her was the strange, handsome man. He turned on the lights, and Kelyn began to blink furiously—but she would not allow herself to keep her eyes closed.
“Why?,” she choked out, looking into the man’s glistening eyes.
“There will be time for questions later,” he answered in his deep, throaty voice. “Now open up.”
Kelyn obeyed, parting her dry lips, watching as he put a straw into her mouth. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, gulping the ice cold water. The man smiled down at her and brushed her hair from her face. Again, Kelyn opened her mouth, this time asking “who are you?... where am I?”
“You’re safe, my dear,” he replied.
Kelyn was now more confused than ever. This was not the man who had abducted her… surely he was here to help her, right? But before she could ask any more questions, the man put his finger to her lips.
“Questions later, Kelyn. Now eat.”
He held up a spoon of steaming hot soup, blowing on it before offering it to her lips. She ate hungrily, feeling the warmth spread throughout her body. She finished quickly, and her stomach growled, asking for more. The man seemed to read her mind (or possibly hear her stomach) and from a tray on the floor, he brought up a bowl of oatmeal. Not her favorite, but she would gladly take anything she could get. But the oatmeal tasted funny… her mind faded in and out, and she knew she had been drugged yet again.
