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?


4. Chapter Three

Chapter 3:



My pillow was tucked carefully under the covers and an extra blanket was placed under the pillow to look like someone was sleeping in the bed.

I gathered my things and placed them inside a bag I had found underneath the bed. Carefully, I opened the door to my bedroom and poked my head out into the hallway. There was no sign of Stone, so I quietly made my way through the house. I found my way into the kitchen and grabbed a few snacks from the pantry, then a couple of water bottles from the fridge. Shining silver caught my eye. I glanced over and picked up the knife, then placed it carefully in the hem of my pants.

I made it back to my bedroom and closed the door without a single sound. I grinned. "Maybe I should be the spy." I whispered out loud.

I walked over to the window and examined it carefully. There were no signs of any wiring that may lead to the alarm system, so I unlocked the hatch and to my relief, no alarm went off as I opened the large window. "Must have been bluffing." I rolled my eyes.

I glanced down and gulped at the fifteen foot drop. I could do it. My father, a dedicated survival-show watcher, once told me that if you must jump roll to your safety. He explained to me that if I jumped and landed on my feet I would probably end up with a broken bone or worse, but landing then quickly rolling can help slow down the force of your fall, thus giving you a 'safe' landing.

Carefully I placed my backpack out the window and let go. It made a soft thud in the grass and I hoped my fall would be soft as well. I stuck my right foot out the window and then stiffened when I heard someone sigh. I glanced at the door.

"Seriously?" Stone narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

I quickly brought the other leg out the window and jumped. I felt Stone's hand whisk through my hair as he tried to grab hold of me, but he missed. Hitting the ground, I tucked and rolled, grabbing my back pack in the process and then stood to my feet. Stone's head popped out the window, his eyes wide in shock that I had made the fall without damaging anything.

I dashed off towards the forest, coming up with a plan in my head. My back pack was lighter than I remembered and was thankful for that; it was now easier to run. "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"

A door swung open and an alarm sounded. I used the energy I had and raced further into the night. "Faster!" I whispered. "Come on Kairyn, move!"

I dodged through trees, and over large rocks that submerged from the ground. I quickly turned right and headed north. The road would be close by and I could hitch a ride from someone, so long as there was someone coming. Lord, let there be someone coming.

I could hear a car in the distance. My adrenaline kicked up a notch and I sprinted faster. Wind slapped my heated cheeks as I darted through an opening.

"Kairyn!" I faintly heard Stone yell. He was growing closer meaning I wouldn't have time to make it to the car. Then there was the chance that the car wouldn't even pull over for me. I glanced around and spotted a tree with a large hole embedded in it. "Perfect." I stated.

Running to the tree, I slid into the deep hole. I prayed insects and snakes would mind their own and stay away from me. I peeked through the top and stepped back as Stone came into view. He was looking frantically for me. His eyes were struck with worry and he continued to yell my name. Finally, he gave in and moved on.

I waited five minutes before I exited the hole. Cobwebs stuck to my skin and clothes as I crawled out of the hollow tree. I breathed slowly and dusted off any bugs that had crept onto me.

I shook my arm to get rid of a small spider that attached itself to the sleeve of my shirt, and that's when I heard a low growl. I stiffened, then turned slowly only to spot a mountain lion ten feet away from me. It was a good three feet in height and its hungry eyes seemed to stare into my soul.

My breathing quickened as I tried to remember what my dad had said about mountain lions. Was it lay down and pretend to be dead, or was it to act big and be loud? The large cat showed its long teeth and I took a step back. Lord . . .

As if the situation couldn't have gotten worse, Stone walked out from the trees ten feet away from me in the opposite direction. He stopped and starred at the enormous animal, eyes wide. "Kairyn, listen to me." He ordered. I dared not take my eyes away from the lion. "Walk slowly towards me."

I shook my head saying 'no'. The lion's eyes were still stuck on me. I swallowed hard and blinked, trying to think of another escape plan.

"Kairyn, you have to trust me. Walk to me, slowly and avert your eyes downward. Eye contact is a sign of threat." I glanced at Stone and then back at the predator. It was either fight off this large animal and face the chance of being eaten alive, or go back to being prisoner of a secret agent. Making my choice, I nodded, giving Stone my approval. Carefully, I took a step to the side. The lion growled, making me pause. Sweat beaded near my hairline and gently rolled down my face. I took a few steps and was now five feet away from Stone. "That's it, you got it." He coached me.

The lion took a step forward and I stumbled, falling to the ground. Stone hurried to my side and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me to my feet. He pushed me behind him and pointed a gun I had not noticed at the lion; his feet spread apart, one foot in front of the other, ready for an attack. My hands grasped Stone's shirt tightly. Shaking violently, I watched the beast turn slowly and disappear into the woods. We waited a couple minutes and then Stone relaxed, turning to me. I let go of his shirt and cupped my mouth, letting out a small cry.

To my surprise, Stone pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me, making me feel secure. "It's gone, it's alright." Tears cascaded my cheeks and his black t-shirt was now wet. My emotions were everywhere. I didn't trust this man; didn't even want to, but the way he held me was as if he truly cared. I blinked the thoughts away quickly, trying to rid myself of the warm sensation that crept up inside me.

The rest of the way back to the house he kept his right arm around my shoulders. I didn't want to come back, but it was better than being eaten by a wild animal. We arrived at the house and Stone turned off the loud alarm. I stood next to him waiting for my punishment for leaving. My lip quivered and I did my best to stay strong but I was sleep deprived, cold, and scared. Lord, if you truly are there, please, save me.



Once the alarm was reset and the door was locked and secure I turned around to see a crying, scared, and exhausted young woman. Cobwebs rested in her hair, dirt was smudged across her face and tears ran down her cheeks in muddy streams. From the look in her eyes, I could tell she was afraid of me. Who wouldn't be? She had just been kidnapped a few days before and had no idea where she was, let alone who I was.

I walked over to the kitchen, which still allowed me to keep an eye on her, and pulled my gun out from my holster. I glanced at her and her eyes widened in fear. Without speaking, I took out the mag and placed both on the counter next to me, never breaking eye contact with Kairyn. I took a deep breath, crossed my arms and then leaned against the wooden counter top.

She looked down and a tear slipped from her cheek and splashed on the floor. "Now what?" Her small voice broke the silence.

"Go to your room and clean yourself up." I calmly ordered. She nodded, took a deep breath and then left obediently. "Then get some rest." I added.

As she walked away I couldn't help notice the way she held herself. She may have been scared, and she may have obeyed my command, but she still walked with as much dignity as she had when she jumped out the window. She was not like other girls I have come across. Most girls I came in contact with either swooned over me or at least batted their eyes. Not Kairyn, no. She was strong willed and knew what she wanted. Yes, she may have heard my command, but it was in her own authority that she obeyed.

I stood and stared at the kitchen table, arms crossed.  She would be a difficult one, that's for sure. I had to find a way to get her to trust me. It would be easier to protect her knowing that she trusted me. I closed my eyes and relaxed, grinning as the thought of her being in my arms entered my mind. She was vulnerable so I knew to keep my distance, but somewhere deep inside I knew that would be the hardest task of all throughout this mission. Brace yourself, Merrick. Don't go hunting near a wolves den. Keep your distance and control your feelings. She'll be gone in a few weeks. 

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