Held Hostage

// After a time, you stop counting the days. You stop watching the clock, wishing to be found.After a time, you stop hoping that you will escape, stop thinking about when the trauma will begin to haunt you; you know that you have been held hostage. //

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8. Chosen

Chapter 7

"I didn't think you'd be my type" somehow, that phrase caused more enticement and induced more questions than the more pressing subject of my vulnerability. What was his type? Why would I care? In attempt to blot the thoughts from leaking into my mind, I returned the kisses planted on my lips, traced the tattoos embedded deep into the surface of his smooth skin. The heat of his skin against mine proved to me that it didn't matter; he had chosen me.

The pattern of his fingerprint, the individual crevices of his lips, the feel of the spirals in his hair - I had it all. After endless minutes of intimacy against the granite counter, I had completely forgotten about the words that had passed between us. As we stopped for air, I seized the opportunity to enquire about Harry's plans for the day before the precious hours were wasted. I pushed him away from me a few inches, keeping a firm grip on his shirt. "What are we doing today, Harry?"

"Hmmm..." he paused, his eyes darker, the light illuminating them; it was captivating. "I don't know if I'd prefer this instead" his voice was a little more soft than before with a hidden brittle quality, yet I resisted. There was still heat between us as he pulled me back into him, his hands tracing my tingling arms which shook from the shivers that he gave me. "Please Harry, I was actually looking forward to this..." I had lost track of how much time that I had spent with just Harry. It could be a month, a year; however long it took to have a profound knowledge of his routine, moods, what he liked me doing - what he didn't. Yet, I needed to know him more than that. 

Late nights in the cell were spent dreaming of what it would be like to be with him, and no one else. I had been interested in others before but all feelings of love were foreign to me except with Harry. Thoughts of family became more scarce as the time passed and there was a mental blockage between others I used to think of and myself; and I think he knew it too. In a strange way, it was as if that's what he measured; when he got me to stand on the glassy metal scale. It was absurd, I know but I always felt a tingle shooting up my legs; every time. My thoughts were disconnected by his voice, in reply.

"Only if you promise that we can get back to this" I could feel him withdraw from me, his voice as commanding as I was used to before, in a sexily calm way. He had a way of making me answer just as he wanted me to as I answered almost reflexively "I promise"; closing my eyes momentarily as I was embarrassed from being too needy - too quick to agree. But, opposing to my thoughts, he seemed extremely pleased when I opened my eyes, his famous smirk spread across his face. His lips lowered over me and my eyes sealed as he kissed my forehead. "Okay." he whispered slowly as he grabbed my hand, wrapping them over mine; our fingers intertwining. 

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A Lamborghini, I'm quite positive that was the car, a matt black, slick car with black and white seats - completely classic and 100% impressive.The last time I had driven in a car was before I met him. In fact, it was the night that I met him; so far in the past, the memories before I first saw him, that I let them melt into nothing. The drive was short, only ten miles or so from where we were. I still had no idea what the house looked like from the outside, no scope of its size; apparently another surprise that I would have to wait for. Harry had blindfolded me and gone through the back route; just in case.

"Do you trust me?" We stopped walking as we got to the car, the blindfold tight over my eyes, his arms protectively wrapped around my waist. I wondered what he would do if I said no, but thought better of it. Of course I trusted him. It was complicated. "Obviously.. I trust you." I squeezed his arm to reassure him of my reliance on him. Kissing me as he removed the blindfold, I felt truly in a surreal world. His touch made me shiver, it was if I had known him for forever and at the same time, no time at all. 

I fangirled at his car and he laughed deeply at me; it was the most amazing thing that happened to me. A man, choosing me to be his everything, to show me love, to be in command, to take me out. Even if I may see anyone else in my life - this may be everything I ever wanted. To be spoiled, to be with someone I could fall in love with everyday. Everything comes with a price; being with no one else was a price that I could pay - willingly. 

Harry had taken a roundround route to the metallic jungle of the small city; its name I didn't catch. For the first time, people, real people. I could see them. A whole life that I had walked away from; that I had been taken from was coming back to me. Even if it was only for one split second. As Harry drove through the modern architecture, I watched how he controlled the gear stick. His eyes fell on mine through the rear view mirror and saw me watching him. "Hold my hand" he asked calmly and I smiled as I bashfully slid my fingers between his. He squeezed my fingers and the warmth resumed between us, driving like this for the rest of the journey.

Arriving to a small dark building on a backstreet corner, Harry parked up. His car was the only one in the seemingly run down area, no lights being on and the pavements dusty without wear. I held a tighter grip onto his hand and he grinned warmly as he noticed it. "You ready?" The hazel green in his eyes glowed as he turned off the ignition.

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