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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3. Chapter Two

Chapter 2:

 

Kairyn:

I opened my eyes. My head pounded as I took in my surroundings. I was lying down in the back seat of a car. The dark leather material squeaked underneath me as I shifted.

The smell of the car was nice, Old Spice and what seemed like a woodsy smell gave me a sense of peace even though I had no idea where I was. I was sore from running the night before and my arms ached from all the scars and scratches the trees gave me. Worst of all, I had a massive headache that I knew had to be a side effect from whatever the man from last night made me breath in. I shivered at that thought. Fear raced within me and I felt cornered, unable to escape it. Would I ever get free? Would I ever see my family again? Who was this man and what did he plan on doing with me? God where are you?


"Good morning." I heard someone say. I recognized the voice and turned my attention to the man in the driver's seat. "Did you sleep well?" He asked. I didn't answer.
 

He sighed when he realized I wasn't going to talk. "We should be arriving to our destination soon." He spoke. My heart sped up as we came to a stop. I sat up and rubbed my temples. We had stopped at a stop light. "Sound good?" His voice interrupted my thoughts. I remained silent. "Look," his tone was a mixture of serious and calm, "I get it. You hate me for taking you but you have no idea what kind of trouble you're in."

What trouble? Questions raced through my mind. I leaned back and rested my pounding head on the soft seat. I refrained from letting 'UCO' thoughts creep into my head.


He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "You'll learn; you'll know why I had to, I just can't explain it all right now." He paused and remained silent for a few moments then spoke. "All this is for your safety." I was confused more than ever. My safety? How was kidnapping me keeping me safe, I thought to myself.

 

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We drove on for a few more hours then we took a hard left and came to a stop. My window had been down for the last hour and a half and the breeze had taken my head ache away. The rest of my body, however, was sore from the wreck. I swallowed as my thoughts went to Caleb. Had he made it home safely? Had he gone for help? "We made it." He spoke. My heart raced as he turned off the car and walked around to my door. Had it not been for the child proof lock, I could have made a run for it. Instead, I took the time to turn around and ready myself for a fight. My foot was facing the door ready to kick him when the door opened.

"Don't panic," his voice was calm and collected as he opened the door. "I'm going to-" I threw my leg out and my foot hit hard in his lower region. He let out a low grunt as he quickly grabbed my ankle, partly holding it so I wouldn't kick him again and also for balance as his weight shifted. "What was that?" He struggled to speak. He nearly fell over in agony. I tried pulling my leg back but he held tightly to my ankle. "Would you just relax?" His voice was raspier than usual. His face was contorted in pain and I held my breath as a laugh tried to escape.

Then, I let out a muffled grunt as I threw out my other foot. Fury flowed through my veins as he caught that ankle as well. I kicked and thrashed but his hold only tightened.

"Let go of me!" My voice was hoarse as I yelled.

"Not if you're going to kick me again," he mumbled. "Stop thrashing about and I'll think about it." He remained calm, as he tried to ignore the pain. I wanted to scream, to yell, but who would hear me?

I stilled and grit my teeth. He raised his eyebrows and let go of my ankles, taking a step back for precaution. We stood in silence as we both thought of our next plan of action. My breathing was hard as I did my best to stare daggers at him. He took a deep breath and leaned against the car door, crossing his arms. "Look," he broke the silence, taking deep breaths, "I understand that-"

"You kidnapped me!" I shouted, as if he needed a reminder.

"No, I saved you." He stood up straight and a grin played at the edge of his mouth.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure every woman wants to be saved from a friend who was just taking her home! You blew our tires out! We could have died!" I was fuming.

"No, you wouldn't have died; I wouldn't have let that happen." He smiled, as if everything was peachy.

"Why are you so calm right now? What kind of kidnapper are you?" Sass laced my voice.

His smirk dropped. "I'm not a kidnapper. If you'll just let me explain-"

"Oh, my apologies, I should have said psychopath!"

"Kairyn, stop. You are not in any danger."

"You have a gun. And while we are pointing out the obvious, I have never met you and you know my name! Obviously you're some kind of stalker! Why should I not feel in danger?" I questioned him.

He glanced down and smiled. "I have a gun because I'm a secret agent. I know your name because I was assigned to keep you safe." I huffed out a breath then breathed in deeply. "Listen, let's just go inside and I'll explain everything when you have calmed down."
 

"Me? When I calm down? I'm not the one who-" I started, but he held up his hand to silence me. I grit my teeth once more and glanced behind him. The forest behind him was huge and seemed to stretch out for miles.

"Trust me; if I wanted to hurt you I would have done it. I have had many chances, but each time I chose to do my job."

"And what is that?" I questioned, not starting to calm.

"I just told you, to protect you."

I chuckled sarcastically and rolled my eyes. How on earth was kidnapping me protecting me? "Let's just go inside." He said once more. My eyes shot up at him. His expression changed and he almost smiled as he held out his hand for me to take. I glanced at it and held my breath. "Come on, it's just a hand." His voice was sweet, almost kind; I wanted nothing else but to get away from this man.

My adrenaline kicked in and I panicked. He was trying to trick me by acting all sweet, but if I took his hand he would take me inside and who knows what he would do. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "I won't hurt you, you have my word."

"What use is the word of a murderer?" I whispered, my eyes starting to tear up. He huffed, raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side.

"If you only knew why I had to do it," his voice was soft and gentle, "you'd understand why you must trust me."

Eyeing him carefully I bit my lip and sighed. "You won't hurt me?" I swallowed.

"I wouldn't dream of it." His voice was low as a flicker of an unknown emotion dashed across his eyes.

I hesitantly reached for his hand. He waited until my hand grabbed hold of his before he clasped his fingers with mine. Then, he helped me step out of the black Chevy Cruse and onto the black top driveway. "There," he grinned, "that wasn't so hard."

He led me toward the house and I couldn't help but to look around. It would be so easy for me to get lost and hide if I could just get to the forest. "It's tempting isn't it?" My thoughts were interrupted. I glanced up at him and he had a stern look on his face that gave me chills. "I wouldn't try if I were you. I know you are scared. Trust me, please." His plead was almost a whisper; soft, with a hint of worry. He stared straight into my eyes, never breaking contact. I held my ground no matter how badly I wanted to look away I stared right back. If he was waiting for me to avert my eyes it was not going to happen. I was not weak and I did not crumble easily. He took a deep breath through his nose and I knew the gears in his mind were turning. "I know you're scared." He repeated himself. "But hear me loud and clear when I say you have never been safer." 

He led me again towards the cabin and I followed this time with ease. As we grew closer to the house though, my curiosity grew as well. There, in the corner of the front porch was a camera. Not just any camera but a security camera. Then, as I studied the door I noticed a small box on the side. He opened it and a small technical device came into view. He placed his hand on the middle of the screen and the box beeped. He typed in a code and a scanner came out. He leaned in to the scanner and put his right eye directly in front of it. I was awe struck as a voice spoke from a speaker above us and said, "Scan complete. Welcome home Agent Stone."
 

If he were a spy then he would know how to hide, and how to hide well. I would be hidden and I would never be free again. Where are you Lord, I'm calling but you don't seem to be hearing me . . . 

My thoughts were interrupted by the door being opened. Merrick motioned for me to step inside. With hesitation I placed one foot in front of the other. Merrick followed and I jumped as he shut the door. I was now alone with a stranger in an unknown house in the middle of nowhere. As if he read my mind he reached out and gave my shoulder a soft squeeze as if to tell me everything would be okay. I looked him in the eyes and he gave me a soft smile. "I'll show you your room but know this, "he paused, "you are welcome anywhere in this house. There is plenty of food in the kitchen if you are hungry and there is a library down the hall if you like to read. If you need anything you can use the intercom box by your door in your bedroom or whichever box you are closest to at the time."

I was in shock. Having no idea where I was or how this man knew me, I followed him down a long hallway that was filled with medals on the walls. We turned a corner and ascended up a flight of stairs that led to another hallway. Then we turned a corner and walked into a large room with light blue walls.

"This is your room." He looked around. "I will have to run into town and get you some clothes but for now you can borrow some of the extra clothes in your closet." I studied the large room. The bed was a queen size and I had my own T.V. I had a window that led to a huge backyard that was not fenced in. That would come in handy. No fences meant fewer obstacles to run around or over. I had an easy escape route right here in this room where I would be staying.

"My room is right next door. I am a very light sleeper so know that if I hear the quietest of sounds, I will wake up. The alarms are set at all times so if you try to open an outside door or even a window, a loud alarm will sound. Don't think of this place as a prison though. You are welcome to go anywhere in this house." He paused then spoke. "But there is one place I suggest you stay out of. The basement is the work area, so trust me when I say you should stay out of there. Otherwise you are welcome to any room in the house." He gave me a look as if he were waiting for me to respond. I nodded and I saw a hint of sadness in his eyes. "So, I'll let you get some rest. If you need to take as shower, that door," he pointed to a large door on the right side of the room, “will lead you to the bathroom. There should be shampoo and conditioner in there already. If you need anything here is your intercom box, just press this button and speak into it . . . like a walkie-talkie." He walked to the door and smiled. "Have a good night, see you in the morning."

Then he was gone. I felt a bit a freedom when he left. I was alone and I felt a sense of relief. I looked around once more and took a deep breath. I was strong and smart. I would get myself out of this mess. I would find my way back home and I would be okay. A simple tear slid down my left cheek. I was brave and I was not weak. I would fight this out and I would not show him fear. I would be courageous. "You are on my side God; I will not fear . . . what can man do tome?" I spoke one of my favorite Bible verses in a quiet whisper. I sat down on the bed and the darkness seemed to fade away. The moon light shined through the window and a simple peace overtook the room. "God, I don't understand." I took in a deep breath and released it slowly. "But . . . I will trust in you."

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