They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile

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4. t h r e e


The muffled sound of a running engine fills my dizzy head. I slowly open my eyes and realize I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a car while and feet are tied up. The car's interior is filled with black. Black leather seats, black dashboard, black steering wheel... Black everything.

My heart starts racing as I fearfully look next to me and see the same man who caught me in the first place. His one wrist rests on the top of the steering wheel while he watches the road. The elbow of his other arm is propped up on the armrest while he fiddles with his lip ring, sticking it between his two fingers.

I look ahead of me, still speechless, and see we are driving down an empty road in a field. My stomach turns at the realization that we are no longer near any sort of humanity. I can't help but let out a sharp breath from the pain in my stomach, causing him to turn his attention to me.

My body freezes as his chiseled features focus on me. His dark eyes stare me down, intensely. What is he going to do with me?

"Someone's awake," He mumbles with his deep raspy accented voice. 

"W-where are we?" My voice barely lets out a squeak.

"That's none of your business, frankly." He keeps his vision deadlocked on the dirt road.

My stomach twists in fear. What the hell is gonna happen to me? Where are we going? Is he taking me somewhere to kill me? There are so many questions that I'm way too afraid to ask. I muster up some courage before I speak to him.

"What do you want from me? Who are you!?" My voice subconsciously raises slightly. 

"Darling if you know what's good for you, you would watch the tone of your voice." He sternly says through his clenched teeth.

"A-are you going to k-kill me?" I almost whisper.

There is a long pause of silence, making my heart beat rapidly from anticipation.

"I'm not exactly sure yet," He runs his hand back through his messy curly while a devilish smirk plasters his lips.

Will he maybe let me go? Is that what he's saying? It can't be. He wouldn't drive me all the way out here to let me go. He's a member of Malignant... There is no way he would let me go. 

"Will you let me go?" I mumble.

Instantly a small chuckle leaves his lips. He shakes his head and looks at me. "Baby, you're smarter than that."

"Don't call me that." I spit in anger. I'm not his darling or his baby. This creep had managed to capture me, drug me with some sort of chemical, and tire me up in his car that is going who knows where.

"I will fucking call you whatever the fuck I want... darling," He slams his fist on the top of the steering wheel, making me jump. His features are rock hard and his hands clench the black leather steering wheel tightly so his knuckles go white. 

I lean as far away from him as possible, almost pressed against the window. I wish I could just open the door and run, but that's impossible. My hand and feet are tied, the door is locked, and if I even managed to get out and run, I couldn't go far. All I see is miles of field and I have no clue where we are. 

This man is intimidating. He's tall, muscular, and is very tense, almost like he's gonna explode in anger any second. His black leather jacket makes him look even scarier, maybe because I know what the jacket represents.

His brown messy curls lay softly on his head, every once in a while he runs his hand back through it and out of his face.

I can't believe this is happening to me. I thought thee Malignant died two years ago! We were promised a life of peace and happiness. Am I ever going to see my parents again? Was I the only one captured?

My mind is flooded with questions that desperately need answers.

I look down at the clock on the clock radio and am astounded by the time. It's two pm! I got to school at 8:45.

"H-how long have we been driving f-for?" I ask.

"Why are you asking so many fucking questions?" He says and glares, making my blood boil.

"Oh, I'm sorry but I would like to know where the hell my kidnapper is taking me!" I can't help but raise my voice in anger.

The second the words leave my mouth, the car comes to a sudden halt causing my body to jolt forward. I hit my head on the glovebox causing me to suck in a sharp breath, in pain. 

My heart starts to race again and my body slightly shakes in fear.

He leans over the center of the car and moves his face millimeters away from mine. His jaw is clenched and his eyes drill into mine. I try to lean as far away as possible but there is no from the small space he's put between us.

"Listen. This little fucking attitude you have better change because, to be honest, you will not survive with it. I fucking swear Amelia I will put an end to this right here and now. Don't cross me, or there will be consequences." He shouts and once again slams his fist, but instead of the steering wheel, it's the middle compartment between our seats.

I feel a tear escape down my face, making a devilish chuckle leave his lips as he looks at me in hopelessness.

"That's what I thought." He mutters under his breath before leaning back in his seat. A small evil smirk hides in his lips. 

How could someone be so cruel? How can he feel joy from my sadness?

But more than anything...


How does he know my name?

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