Author's Note: For those who read my other novel called sex toy, this novel isn't about the sex addict. I have to put that off for a little bit. This story I've been wanting to write for the longest but I never knew how to start it off. But I finally wrote it. So here's chapter 1.
Chapter 1: Stolen
It was around midnight when I left my house. Me and my stepmother just had a huge argument. I wanted to like her. I really did for my dad but me and her just didn't get along. It wasn't my fault either. If she wasn't such a bitch, she'd earn my respect. First thing she did as soon as she moved in was take down all the pictures of my mother who died.
I asked her if I could at least put all my mother's pictures in my room and she said no and threw them away. And my dad just stood there saying nothing. I wiped away the tears that came down. I had my book bag securely on my back. It was filled with clothes. I guess I can ask my friend, Jasmine, if I could stay with her for a few days. It should be harmless enough.
A black car suddenly stopped beside me. I only stopped walking mometarily. Deliberating what I should do. I snapped back to reality and began walking again. The car slowly followed me. I sighed. I was already upset and irritated and now whoever this was was pissing me off more. It suddenly stopped and I heard a car door open. Just ignore it, Haley. It's okay. I suddenly felt a hand over my mouth and somebody pulling me back. I screamed as loud as I could but my screams were being muffled. I kicked and screamed. Whoever it was that had me, forced me into the backseat of the car with another man. The man looked at me and smiled. "Hello, sweetheart." He whispered. Fear ran over my whole body. I couldn't even talk. The car sped off. I unlocked the door and began reaching for the handle but the man that was in the backseat of the car with me grabbed my arms and held me down to the seat. His lips rested on mine. I bit his lip with my teeth and he pulled back, raised his fist and punched me hard in my face. That's when everything went black.
When I woke up the next morning, I was in a room. It was a bedroom. It was sunny outside. The room I was in had a huge bed with gold and red sheet covering it. Everything looked elegant and expensive. I immediatley got up remembering the event that took place last night. My cheek was slightly sore but I ignored it.
I got up and went up to the first door I saw and forced it open. There was the man from the backseat last night. He was beautiful. He had dark green eyes. Black hair. His skin was smooth and the color of Ivory. He had on an all black suit and a smirk on his face. "Going somewhere?" He asked. I backed up back into the room. He walked into the room with me and closed the door and locked it. "Sit on the bed." I didn't obey him. I wasn't his fucking slave. "No." I said. His smile grew wider. "Have you ever been tied to a bed before?" I shook my head. "Want to be?" I shook my head again.
"Then sit the fuck down." He demanded. I slowly walked over and sat onto the bed. He walked in front of me and looked down at me. "What's your name?" He asked. I could feel tears coming to my eyes. I was scared to death. "Haley." I whispered. He nodded once. "Haley what?" I bit down on my lip. "Haley Robinson." He smiled and grabbed a piece of my hair and twirled it in his fingers. "How old are you Haley?"
"Sixteen." I answered. He got down on his knees in front of me. His hands rested on my thighs and they trailed up to my waist. "Are you a virgin?" He asked. Why would he want to know that? "No." I said. I don't know why I lied. I was nervous and scared and confused.
"That's kind of sad. I would have liked to take it from you." My body became stiff. "Can I ask you something?" He nodded and explored my body with his eyes. Then his eyes looked back into mine. "Where am I?" He let out a small laugh. "It's better if you didn't know."
"Why am I here?" He smiled. "My son knows you. I've seen you around his school and the moment I saw you........"
"You're fucking sick." I whispered. That wasn't suppose to come out. "What did you say to me?" I shook my head. "Nothing." I said. He placed his hands on my knees and spread my legs slightly. He positioned himself in between them and stared into my eyes. His face was a millimeter from mine. He breathed deeply. "I want to kiss you." He whispered.
"Well don't." I said. he chuckled and placed his lips against mine any way. I placed my hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away. I was suddenly all the way on the bed and he was holding my hands down onto the bed. He began to growl and moan as he kissed me. I shut my eyes tight. I prayed it would be over soon. But my prayer was soon shot to hell as I felt my jeans unbutton.