Addicting Love

Lucy is an ordinary girl while Natsu is the leader of a dangerous gang. When Lucy is kidnapped and given to Natsu as a present for his 26th birthday, they end up falling in love. But there is someone who doesn't want them to be together and will do anything to split them up.


3. The Nerves Of This Guy

Lucy POV

When I woke up, I was drowsy as if I hadn't slept for days. I was on a bed, my hands and legs tied together with a cloth-like rope. I was also in an unfamiliar room. For some strange reason, it felt normal... until I realized that MY HANDS AND LEGS WERE TIED WITH A FREAKING CLOTH-LIKE ROPE IN AN UNFAMILIAR ROOM!!!

I tried to scream but that's when I realized that my mouth was also gagged. OMG! WHERE AM I?! WHY AM I ALL TIED UP?! Okay, chill. Chill. This is okay... NO IT'S NOT!!! WHAT THE HECK AM I SAYING?! Okay take deep breathes. Think. Just try to concentrate. What happened before I woke up?

I remembered what had happened before that huge guy had knocked me out. Well, more like suffocated me. I strained my neck to look around the room. Seemed like a pretty ordinary room. Nothing much but a bed, a closet, a bathroom, a window with the curtains closed on the other wall opposite me, and a small cabinet next to the bed. It was surprisingly pretty clean. Nothing was on the floor and the bed was done and everything. I heard for any signs of life and thought I could just make out the sound of water running from the bathroom. I strained my head towards the bathroom and saw steam coming out from the bottom of the closed door. 


I looked down at my body to find my clothes still on with not a single tear. I didn't feel like I'd been raped. How is that supposed to feel like?

I shook my head. Got to get out of here.

I looked around but didn't see anything sharp enough to break my ropes. I sighed, which is kind of hard to do when you're gagged. Maybe I could get out of the bonds myself. I struggled to get out of my bonds but it seems like whoever tied them, is pretty smart and tied them in an intricate way. No matter how much I tried, I just couldn't get them off. I tried my feet. Nothing. Exhausted from my fail of an escape attempt, I laid back down and tried to calm myself down. What am I going to do?

Just then I heard the shower turn off and someone getting out. My heart started to pound again, wondering what psychopath would walk out of the bathroom. Or would he be a pervert? An extreme pervert? What would he do to me? What would he look like?

My thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the door to the bathroom. I braced myself for some type of sicko to walk out. Instead, a boy around my age walked out with a towel around his waist. He had pink hair for some really weird reason and eyes so dark they were almost black. He had rippling muscles on his arms and chest. Damn, he's hot. I blushed at my thoughts. Stupid, he's an obvious sicko. He's going to rape me or kill me. Either way, he's dangerous!

He stopped at the opening of the door, seeing that I was awake. We stared at each other and he started walking towards me. I squirmed, waiting for him to attack me and wanting to run away. He got closer and closer and stuck his hand out. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for his hand to meet me. Instead, I heard him opening the small cabinet next to the bed. He grabbed a pair of boxers without meeting my eyes and I noticed in that instant that he didn't have a nasty, sickening grin on his face nor did he show any signs that he was thinking dirty thoughts. He looked... harmless. He turned away from me and headed for the closet and grabbed some clothes before going to the bathroom and closing the door.

Whaaaa?! He's... not going to do anything to me? Hmm, maybe he's saving the worst for later. Yeah, that's it. Until then, I've got to escape! But HOW?! 

I rolled off the bed and succeeded on hitting my head when I fell off. Apparently, I made a loud ruckus because as soon as I landed, the boy opened the door, half-dressed to find me lying on the floor. 

"Are you okay?" he asked.

If my mouth hadn't been gagged, my mouth would have fallen open. My eyes widened in shock. He asked if I was... okay?! Wouldn't that be like the least of his worries? Or maybe he just doesn't want his precious treasure to get hurt. 

I glared at him, making sure he saw how much I despised him. He lifted his eyebrow and smiled. My perfect glare fell away, amazed by how much handsomer he had become with that charming smile. 

"I'll take it from your look that you're fine," he said, walking towards me. He lifted me up and I couldn't help but notice that my face was resting on his chest. His skin was soft. I gave a muffled shriek of anger at him for being so hot and for me for thinking that he was hot even though I was in this situation. I tried kicking and punching him but that was really hard considering the situation. 

"Alright, alright, I'm putting you down," he said, resting me on top of the bed again with my back turned to him. "Stop trying to hurt me."

He grabbed my hands and I tried to tear my hands away from him. "Hold on, it's making this even more harder to untie. Stop squirming."

I stopped, figuring I might have a higher chance of escaping if he undid the ties. When he finished, I turned around and punched his chest. He didn't even flinch. Didn't blink an eye. Didn't do anything and for a second, I thought maybe it was my imagination that I had punched him. He simply stared at me and I raised my hand to punch his face but his hand grabbed mine, stopping it. Then, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer to him, until our lips met each others and my mind went haywire. I didn't struggle for the first few seconds, shock filling my head. His lips as soft as a feather and I didn't even know we were kissing until he deepened the kiss. He released my hand and put the same hand behind my back, pulling me even closer. My eyes fluttered, threatening to close in the sweet sensation of the kiss. But then I regained my senses, and pushed him away. His eyes widened in surprise as if he couldn't imagine why I had pushed him away. 


I curled my hand into a fist and punched him in the face with all of my strength and anger.

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