My Captivator

Kairyn’s life was wonderful, almost perfect. Her parents adored her, she had just started college, she made a new friend right off the bat, and her research paper for psychology was almost complete. But, after accidentally engaging in a unpleasant blog, her world changes, and not for the better. As ex-CIA Agent, Samuel Turner, and his men, declare Kairyn their next victim, secret agents, Merrick Stone and his team members, Kota and Weston, are assigned to protect Kairyn and bring Samuel and his men to justice.

Becoming a CIA Operative at the age of twenty-two was the best thing that ever happened to Merrick, that is until he and his team members are assigned to a new mission that involves a certain young woman. The closer Kairyn grows to Merrick, she finds his heart is in the right, but his mind is in the wrong. Will she be able to convince Merrick that of all the mistakes he has made in his life, he can still be forgiven? Or will the trials she faces bring hatred into her own heart?

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2. Chapter One

Chapter 1:

 

Kairyn:                               


“Wow . . .” Caleb smiled. “That was an awesome movie! It’s crazy how real they can make the graphics and the aliens look. And when the ship was destroyed by the-”

“Yeah it was pretty cool.” I sputtered. Sarcasm traced my voice but thankfully Caleb didn’t catch it. He was a nice guy and all, but he was casted as a nerd, a serious, stereotypical nerd. High socks, nice shoes, glasses, button up, high voice, the whole shebang. His demeanor didn’t fit him, though. Yes, he was a nerd, but he was also tall and muscular. If he hadn’t been so . . . Caleb . . . I might have called this night a date. But no, this was not a date.


“Cool? Nah, it was way better than just cool! It was unreachable by any other effects of all kinds! The graphics and all unified the whole movie into-”

“Caleb.” I interrupted him. He stopped and glanced over at me from the driver’s seat.

“I’m doing it again aren’t I?” He was referring to his nerdy quirks.

I gave him a sympathetic smile. His blonde hair was just out of reach of his green eyes.

“Awe, I’m sorry Kairyn. It kind of just comes out sometimes.” His shoulders fell, meaning I had hurt his feelings. “So, did you have an awful time tonight?” He didn’t make eye-contact with me.

“Caleb, I had a great time tonight. I just . . . am not into sci-fi. I did enjoy the food though!” I tried to cheer him up. His shoulders lifted and I swear I saw a ghost of a smile play on the edge of his lips.

 

“Next time you can pick the movie.” His voice sounded lower.

 

I breathed out and closed my eyes. “Yeah, next time.”

We continued down the road as the car became silent. It wasn’t awkward, just quiet. I turned to look out the window and smiled at the star filled sky. I never knew, or understood why the stars had always calmed me. They caused me to relax, even if I was stressed to the max. I lived out in the middle of nowhere so stars, grass, trees, and dirt were my very existence.

We came up to the stop light near my road and waited. There was no one else around. Few people drove around at 12:30 a.m. in the small town I lived in. Nixa, Missouri was not large but it continued to grow every year. It was a quirky little town with more things to do than my family or I needed.

The stop light continued to shine red and I was starting to get antsy. There were no other cars so why was it taking so long for the light to turn green?

“Good gravy, how long must this light be red?” Caleb huffed under his breath. His high voice was almost annoying to listen to.

I looked out my window to stare back up at the stars and that’s when movement caught my eyes. Two men stood between two buildings. One of them had blonde hair that waved down to the end of his ear. He had on what seemed to be all black and he held something in his hand. His movements seemed almost aggressive. It was then I realized what was happening. He was threatening the other man. And the object in his hand was none other than a gun. My heart began to pound. I opened my mouth to speak but silence came out. I quietly rolled the window down to see if I could eavesdrop and that’s when my phone started ringing. The screen read ‘mom calling’ as I hurriedly tried turning it off. Time seemed to slow down as the man turned to look at me. His eyes widened and then narrowed as the look of determination stared me down. He turned back to the man and the spark of the gun ignited but only silence followed. The man who was slumped to the ground and the murderer turned his gaze on me.

“Caleb Drive!” I screamed, making Caleb jump.

“Kairyn the light is red! I know we’ve been sitting here a while but-” I didn’t let him finish. I moved my hand over and pushed down on his leg, causing him to step hard on the accelerator. “Kairyn what are you doing?” He yelled. “Are you crazy? We could have just been killed!” His voice was lower than usual.
 

“There’s someone after us!” I yelled. Caleb turned to see the man running after us and his face grew serious. A slight spark of recognition danced across his eyes.  If I hadn’t known him I would have been afraid.

 

“Hang on and make sure you’re buckled in.” His voice changed. It went from high and squeaky, to ghostly low. Lower than I’d ever heard him speak. He drove faster and I grabbed tightly to the side of the car.

 

“Your voice . . .” I narrowed my eyes at him. He ignored my comment, as I continued to stare.

Caleb watched in his rear view mirror as we continued driving. His hands grasped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white. The murderer was running after us, and he was gaining speed. “He’s fast.” Caleb spoke. I was still stunned by his sudden deep voice. “But we are faster!” He floored it and the car jumped up to seventy mph instead of forty-five. My head was filled with thoughts of the night I was researching and clicked on the criminal website. I told myself that wasn’t why this was happening; that this was just a coincidence, but the torturous feeling inside me told me otherwise.


Suddenly we felt the car hit a bump and soon we were swaying back and forth. We felt the car jar once more and then it started wobbling. “He’s shooting the tires,” Caleb grit through his teeth. We felt another jolt and I shook as I thought of the future possibilities. I began praying. If this was the end, I wanted to be ready. Fear engulfed me as Caleb lost control of the car. “Hang on, Kai!” We spun off the road as if we were being spun in circles in a carnival ride. My insides churned and I felt my stomach tightened as I let out a scream. Something sharp ran across my forehead as pebbles and rocks entered my rolled down window. Shards of glass flew through the air as the windshield busted through. I closed my eyes tightly and prayers escaped my mouth as we continued down the steep hill.

 

One more roll and the car finally stopped. I coughed as smoke invaded my lungs. Grunting I glanced over and saw Caleb slightly move. He was breathing but his eyes were closed. I tried to speak but my throat was dry. I had the urge to throw up but I resisted. We were upside down and my stomach ached as the seat belt clung to me, holding me fast in the seat. I reached for the buckle and for the ceiling as I braced myself for the fall. I unbuckled and hit hard against the roof of the car. A small whimper escaped my throat. “Caleb.” I squeaked. He slightly budged and I was relieved to see his eyes flutter open. “Oh, thank you Lord.” I breathed out.

“Kairyn,” Caleb whispered in a deep voice, “I need help.” I slowly reached over and held him up with as much strength as possible as he unbuckled himself. He fell to the roof with a thud and I winced. “My foot is stuck.” He grunted.

“I’ll call 911.” I assured him.

 

“No!” He yelled, threw gritted teeth.

 

“What? Why? This is dangerous Caleb, nothing we want to mess around with, trust me!” He had no idea who we were dealing with; and neither did I.

 

“We can’t call the police, Kairyn. We can’t.” His eyes held a secret I couldn’t figure out. “Trust me.” I shivered at his low command. He wasn’t nerdy Caleb anymore. Something was different. Something felt wrong.

 

“Fine, I’m going to crawl out and then crawl over to the other side of the car to help you out.” I explained to him. He nodded.


My muscles ached as I crawled out the shattered passenger window. Once I felt the grass, I did my best to stand and I noticed that nothing felt broken; I hoped that was the case and that I wasn't just moving off of adrenaline. Walking carefully, I stumbled to the driver’s side. Crouching down I spoke, “Okay Caleb, I need you to start pushing with your legs. I’m going to pull you from under your shoulders. Alright?”

“Got it.” He heaved out.

“On the count of three. Ready?” He nodded. “One . . . Two . . . Three.” We then gave it our best and I felt him starting to ascend from the tattered vehicle. “Good, almost there. One . . . Two . . . Three.” I counted again. We pulled and pushed once more and I felt the weight of him leave the car. I sat back and breathed hard. We survived an intense car wreck but what about the man chasing us? My thoughts caused my memory to jog and I quickly jumped to my feet. I helped Caleb up and we started on our way.


“Kairyn, set me down, go on without me.” He spoke seconds later. I ignored him and kept on going. “Kairyn.” He repeated. “Please, I’m only slowing us down. Put me down that way you can get away. If he only gets one of us, then the other can get help. We can’t let him get both of us Kairyn.” My heart broke. I couldn’t leave him. Why did I need to? “Kairyn,” he repeated.

“No Caleb, I’m not leaving you alone on the ground with a criminal on our tails!”

“Fine,” He turned our direction to a tree with limbs close to the bottom. “Help me up there then,” he pointed to a tree, “and you go on.”

“Caleb I . . .”

“Now!” He half yelled. I turned to look behind us then did as he said. I lifted him up as much as I could to help him into the tree. Using his right hand, he pulled himself up and kept going. He was about ten feet in the air when I heard a twig snap. “Kairyn, run home,” Caleb whispered. I barely heard him but I trusted his eyes in the sky.

“Be safe!” I whispered out to him, making sure only his ears could hear me.

I then ran as fast as my legs would go. I heard heavy footsteps behind me and that only caused me to run faster. My heart continued to pound and I was no longer worried about the cuts and scrapes from the trees. Each slice reminded me that I was still alive.

As I continued to run I heard his footsteps growing closer. He was almost as fast as Caleb’s car; he had to have been faster than me. Lord, I need you, please, I need you… Gunfire interrupted my thoughts. I glanced back to see how close he was behind me and when I did, my foot hit a stump and I fell hard to the rock infested ground. I immediately tucked my legs to my body and covered my head and face with my arms. I felt as though I would pass out from all the fear bottled up inside of me.

The grass shuffled next to me and I heard deep breathing from above. I waited for what seemed like hours for a blow or a gunshot to be fired . . . but nothing happened. I took a deep breath and peeked through a space between my arms. A dark figure shadowed over me. I wanted to scream but something inside of me told me told me not to. Instead I slowly took my arms away from my face and sat up. All I could do was stare at him. The man in front of me was handsome and young; chiseled chin, tall, stout yet thin, and built.

Movement brought me out of my thoughts as he started to squat next to me. I wanted to run, to hide, but I didn’t dare move a muscle as he studied me face. He tilted his head as my eyes roamed to the gun on the inside of his dark leather jacket. “You’re quite the runner.” He finally spoke. His voice was low and raspy. I remained quiet. Afraid that anything I said would be used against me. He glanced at my forehead then reached out to touch it. I flinched but did my best to stay still. He rubbed a spot above my right eye and I let out a small whimper. The sharp object must have cut me. “You’re also quite the escapee.” His eyes brightened and I swear I saw a hint of a smile on his lips. I was confused. He wasn’t being mean or violent in any way. “Can you walk?” I didn’t answer. “Look, I know you’re scared but I’m not going to hurt you. Can you walk?” He asked again. This time I gave a soft shrug then nodded my head. He stood up then held out his hand for me to take. I rejected it and stood on my own. “Alright then,” he took a deep breath then glanced around, “I guess we should go.” My stomach churned at his words. He said ‘we’ as in ‘us’.

“We?” I asked. He looked down then back up at me. He was at least a foot taller than me.

“Yes, we,” he paused, and I felt fear swell up inside of me. “You have to come with me.”

The words were almost a whisper but I heard them. I regretted hearing them. I could try to run but what's the use? He would only catch up to me and make matters worse. “Where?” I questioned, not wanting to hear an answer.

“Some place safe.” He held out his hand and I took a step back. “Kairyn, please don’t make this harder than it already is.”

 

I froze. Every ounce of blood in my body was ice and I felt my adrenaline return as chills brushed down my spine. I had never met this man before, so how did he know my name?

 

He reached out again and I glanced to my right. “I wouldn’t try to run. Just give me your hand and we can get going.”

I started to reach for his hand, but paused. I have never been a quitter nor will I ever be. I decided then that this would be a fight and it would be a hard one at that. I turned fast and sprinted for an opening in the trees. I knew those trees. Lord, I’m close to home, please get me home. I ran hard and fast. My life depended on how fast I could go. I heard him running behind me and I knew he was gaining on me. I ran harder and a single tear escaped my left eye.


I felt a hand grasp my wrist and I was flung to a halt. God, please, help me… I fought and fought to get free of his grip but no matter how hard I pulled his hold only tightened. “Whoa there, whoa!” He yelled as if I were a scared horse. “Calm down!”

“You’re going to kidnap me!” I yelled as I hit him and kicked him. He was like a steal wall, never breaking down. “Please just let me go! I won’t tell anyone what I saw! You have my word!”

“It doesn’t matter what you saw. What matters is that you’re-”

“Please? Please! I’ll pay ransom, I’ll do anything, just please let me go!” I cried. Tears streamed down my flushed cheeks only to be dried by the cool, chilling wind.

“I’m sorry.” The look on his face was torn between pure disgust, and determination. He reached into his back pocket. “You’ll learn to trust me.” He spoke then lifted his hand to my nose and mouth covering them with a cloth. I remembered seeing this before on T.V. He was using a chemical to make me pass out. God, why, please, what did I do to deserve this?  I held my breath and tried not to breath but the pressure in my lungs was too much. I took one breath and that’s all I needed. My muscles relaxed and my vision spurred as I slowly began to fall into the arms of my captivator.

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