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?


5. Chapter Four

Chapter 4:




“You can do this.” I spoke to myself in the mirror. “You’ve got this.” I slept very well, even in the predicament I was in. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.

When I had gotten out of bed I found a note on my door. It read: ‘Went to get you clothes. They are in your closet hanging up. Hope you had a good night's rest. Please don’t jump out any windows.’ It was then signed with the letter ‘M’. Trying my best to keep a grin from appearing on my lips, I failed. “So he has a sense of humor.” I spoke.


I walked over to the closet and looked through all the new clothes. To be honest, they were cute and nice; my style, too. I picked out a pair of shorts and a baseball T. Then I found a pair of light grey converse and some no-show socks. It was a cute outfit, and very comfortable for running in . . . if need be. I brought the clothes over to the bathroom and set them on the counter. I then shut the door and locked it, making sure he couldn’t get in.


I turned around and glanced once again in the mirror. My forehead was glued shut where I had cut it. I assumed Stone glued it. It stung when I rubbed my finger against it but thankfully it wasn’t anything unbearable.

In the shower, the water felt nice and I pictured myself washing away any fear. I washed my hair and then shaved with a new razor I found in one of the drawers. Once I finished my shower I dried off and put on my new clothes.

I dried my long, blond hair and brushed it out, then put it up into a ponytail. I put on my socks and shoes then lay down again on the bed. I closed my eyes and tried my best to relax. I needed to eat but I didn’t want to face him again. Besides, I needed to regain my composure and let everything soak in for a few minutes. I tried to keep myself from wondering why God had allowed me to be in this situation. I had gone to church my whole life. I paid my tithes on a regular bases and I even volunteered for different youth events. I couldn’t help thinking of what I did wrong to deserve being kidnapped. Wasn’t God supposed to be taking care of me?

I sat up when I heard a knock at the door. “Hey, it’s me. Mind if I come in?” My breath caught and I wanted to hide. When I didn’t answer for a while he spoke. “I know you’re awake. I heard your shower running.” I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Then I walked over to the door and opened it slightly revealing Merrick with a tray of food. “Hi.” He gave me a half smile. I used my foot as a door step so he could not barge in.

“Hi.” I tried to say. It came out as a whisper though.

“So, I brought you breakfast.” I opened the door a little bit so the tray would fit in. He started to take a step in but I blocked him. He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’ll be down stairs if you need me, then.” He turned to leave but stopped half way. Looking over his shoulder he said, “And, I should let you know that the rest of the team will be here today. They also live here and they’ll want to meet you.”


My heart nearly stopped. He must have noticed by the look on my face and he finished, “You’ll like them. They already know about you so don’t worry about that. One thing you should know though is they don’t mess around when it comes to safety. They react to things differently than I do so, please . . . don’t try anything.” He was telling me not to escape again. He didn’t trust me, and he had a good reason not to. Who wouldn’t try to run though? He pursed his lips then gave a few nods that meant that was all he had to say. “They’ll be here around eleven, so in a couple of hours. I would like to speak with you around ten if you have the time. I owe you an explanation.” I gave him a nod and that was that.

Once I was alone again, I set my breakfast on my bed and ate a bit. I was hungry but at the same time I felt as if I would vomit. I finished eating and then walked over to the window. There was a beautiful garden that I hadn’t noticed last night. It was gated with a white three-foot fence that squared all the way around. Three benches sat in the middle of the garden next to a small pond. The pond was full of pretty pink lily pads and I swore I could see tiny fish swimming around in it. I closed my eyes and took in the quiet and peaceful moment. I thought of my family and how scared they must be. My heart ached for them and I wanted so badly to call them and let them know that I was alright. There had to be a phone somewhere in this massive house. I could sneak out tonight and call my parents or the police and have them trace where the phone call came from. If I knew where the jerk put my phone, I would use it, but I haven’t seen my phone since the night with Caleb.

I looked around and noticed I had an alarm clock sitting next to my bed. It read 9:55. Merrick would be up soon if I didn’t make my way down. I glanced around and took as much time as possible before heading to the door. I opened it slowly and stepped out into the hallway.


The house was quiet as I tried to remember how we got to the room I stayed in. I took a left turn and found the staircase we used last night. I took it step by step with no rush. I was nervous about his ‘explanation’.


“Rats.” I spoke as I came to a hallway with two turns. How was I able to navigate around this house the night before in the dark, but not now in the light? I looked down both hallways and they both looked the same to me. I meaney-miney-moed it in my head and ended up with going right. There were three rooms and it took everything in me not to be snoopy. Curiosity killed the cat after all. I shivered remembering that I had almost been killed by a feline relative last night.


Looking around I spotted a small glass case with trophies and pictures inside. I stopped to see what they were for.


Stone was in many pictures and I chuckled softly at one with him holding a small pig. He was with two others in the picture and I figured they were his team members. I glanced at some of the trophies. The first one was in the shape of a badge and read: National CIA OP Award 2014. I raised my eyebrows and went to the next one which was in the shape of a bow and arrow, it read: CIA Archery Champion 2014. “Who is this guy?” I asked myself out loud.

“Lost?” I jumped at the voice behind me. I turned quick and Stone stood leaning against a wall about six feet away from me. He stepped away from the wall and walked towards me. I steadied myself, bracing for anything he might do. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled. When I didn’t speak he went on. “My name is Merrick, Merrick Stone.” He stood next to me with his arms crossed and I stiffened. “I won these a few years back, before I was assigned a team. I was a CIA Operative. We had some good times back then, still do now. We travel a lot and are always visiting different places. One place we visited was a small town in Texas. We took a picture with this pig after saving its life.” He laughed and I relaxed a bit.


“Believe it or not, the farmer was plowing the field when Pete, the pig, got out. Pete was on his way to run out to greet us but ran in front of the tractor. He would have gotten hit if I hadn’t jumped and shoved him out of the way. The farmer was relieved and to our surprise, started crying. The pig turned out to be the last thing he had left from his father. It was a sob story, a strange one, but the farmer was thrilled we had saved Pete’s life and that's when we took the picture.” I smiled. Maybe this guy wasn’t as bad as he seemed. I mean, saving a pig? He had a heart somewhere inside him. That gave me a bit of hope. “So you can smile.” I heard him say. I felt my cheeks heat up and I turned to look back at the picture of his team and the pig. “Well I assure you, I will make it an everyday habit for you.” He smiled matter-of-factly. I grinned a bit but as soon as it came it was gone. His smile faded and he sighed. “We need to talk…” 

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