During the duration of my time here I started to get into a sort of routine.

Sleep, get up, sleep, eat breakfast, sleep, take a shower, eat lunch, sleep, eat supper, sleep. And It would continue as such day the next day.

Nothing would interrupt it, and there was no killing involved, so what more could I ask for?

Well now, I could ask for it to just go back to the original routine, because a certain someone was beginning to mess with my ever so brilliant and thought out routine.

I think you all know whom I am speaking of.

Goes by the name Noah, but has been more frequently been referred to as 'Albert Fish' or 'Cannibalistic dude'.

It seems that he thought it would be quite interesting to start messing up my routine

Didn't all guys tend to do that? I mean, be honest, if your crush texts you just when you're about go to bed, you are going to stay up keep on texting for the next hour, and you are going to be dead the next day because of the sleep you missed. Come on, just admit it, we all do it.

Now normally, I don't mind people messing with my routine, I'm a pretty laid back person. I just had a problem with Noah messing with my routine.

And for obvious reasons I am sure you can all understand.

Really it would be stupid for you not to understand, the freaking dude kidnapped me, and when I finally settle into a sorts of routine, he has to come in and start messing it up.

Nuh uh, this did not sit well with Sarah.

Did I just refer to myself in the third person? I always hate it when people do that.

My mom always does that, but I have learned to put up with it.

Man, why the heck did I do that? I must be going off the deep end.

Anyways, you all know how he has already messed up my routine.

Yesterday, as you may recall, the whole dinner thing, creeping people staring at me with deranged smiles on their faces, and well Noah not being able to keep his freaking hands to himself. Well yeah that.

Well that is the start of it all.

I was woke up early this morning. well I was actually woken up by the some maid person to bring me downstairs to an office. How freaking rich was this guy? I mean seriously? He had a maid, wait let me correct that, not just a maid. Multiple maids.

The audacity of some people I tell you. Why do you need someone waiting on you hand and foot, how hard is it to clean up after yourself after a day of work? I didn't think it was that hard. But then again, Noah was probably a lazy ass.

I bet his parents pay for everything he has. Yep I am going with the assumption that Noah was a freeloader. That had a weird thing for kidnapping girls he didn't know.

I hated rich kids like that.

Unfortunately I was wrong, Noah came in the office, I was sitting on the couch a little bit always from his desk, he came over to me, put a kiss on my forehead and walked to his desk to commence his working.

Of course though, when he went for the kiss on the forehead, he didn't actually get it, because. I slapped him slash pushed him away from me.

I almost felt like I shouldn't, but as I have stated before, I am not going to fall for that Stockholm syndrome crap.

I have to say though, the weirdest thing about it, was the tiny sound that came out of his throat, it almost sounded like some sort of growl. It was strange.

Everything about this place was strange, the fact that I was staying here as a prisoner was strange.

But never the less, here I am, still sitting on the couch, well more like lying, on the couch in what is obviously Noah's office.

I had been sitting here for hours, literally, and I was so freaking bored. Why the heck was I in here in the first place? I wasn't doing a single thing.

I was here.

Sitting on a couch.

I was here.

And I wasn't doing a thing.

Sorry, this is probably boring you guys right now, isn't it? You know, my constant rambling and complaining... maybe I should work on that.

"Noaaaaaaahhhh!" I said in a sing-song voice.

He glanced up from the screen he was concentrating on, lifting an eyebrow as if to say 'what?'

"Can I go back to my room? I'm not doing anything here, what's even the point. I rather sleep in peace without the prospect of someone seeing me drool all over myself as I sleep."

But of course, Noah being the creepy, annoying bastard that he was, simply said "No." in a gruff voice.

Well that all happened a while ago. And overall my fear of him had diminished, at least in his office. All the guy did was type away on his computer, talk on the phone, and type away on his computer.

Yeah I kind of got sick of the whole 'not having three points deal' so I had the brilliant idea to start repeating points.

May make me sound dumb, but I didn't care, at least I had my three points.

But yeah, how was I supposed to be scared of him if he barely paid any attention to me?

Of course the thought that he bit me was still very relevant, but he wasn't anywhere's near me, and he hadn't made any advancements in the whole time I had been in his office.

Thankfully there were no creepy smiling girls, so that was an upside too.

Okay well there was the secretary, but still, there weren't that many creepy smiling people here today.

Thank the good lord above for that.

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I kept on watching the hands go around the base.

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I was going to start to go crazy watching the hands of the clock move across the base.

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Seriously what is wrong with me? I am still watching the clock hands move across the base.

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Yes. I have been stuck in here for the whole day, all I did was watch the clock, and occasionally I was look over at Noah, I mean Albert Fish, or whatever you want to call him. I don't even know what to call him.

Standing up from his desk Noah walked briskly across the room till he was at the couch I was curled up on.

I looked up at him, not really sure what to expect. I was starting to grow uncomfortable again. Although I felt the tingles.

I had realized during my boring time lying around in Noah's office that the tingles were from him, but only when he was touching me.

So I found this quite weird. He wasn't even touching me this time, and I could still feel the tingles.

I was starting to freak out here guys. I mean was he messing with dark magic or something? DUDE! Was he Rumplestilskin?

Okay Rumplestilskin is my Bae and everything. But this dude wasn't, and I didn't like what he was doing to me.

Not. at. all.

When he reached out to touch my hand I moved them away so he couldn't grab them.

"Whoah dude, no touchy," I told him.

He clenched his teeth and I heard a sound emit from the back of his throat. He was mad.

"Look, I just don't want you to touch me, okay? Is that so bad to ask?"

And of course Noah being Noah (not that I knew him that well, he just had certain characteristics that stood out) said the word, that I swear he worship. "No".

He didn't take my hand, he grabbed my forearm dragging m up from the couch. Sparks felt like the were dancing across the surface of my skin where his hand was attached to my arm.

Gulping I walked with him, to wherever he was taking me. I didn't like how he was holding me, I didn't like people making me do stuff. But then again, who did?

What was I supposed to do guys? I was stuck here, I still haven't devised a new plan of escape, and I had to basically do whatever the great almight Noah wanted to do.

Gah! I hated my life guys. I officially hated it! Let me out of here, this wasn't where I was supposed to be.

That's it. I was going to do something. I had to do something. Not yet, but I was going to do something.

Noah thought he had won, but he didn't know me.

I have three brothers for goodness sakes, only a girl that has brothers know what that experience can be like. And if I can beat my brother at a game of one on one hockey, I think I can get out of this situation.

He was making huge mistake by underestimating me.

Walking down the hallway we came into a dining room where there was food laying out on the table. this was very different from last night.

Last night we were eating in a kitchen, with of a bunch of Noah's friends it seemed, it was a casual affair. This here did not look like a casual affair in my mind.

Because sitting at the table, there were people, people that didn't look like Noah's friends.

They looked more like they were related to him.

Finally it hit, like a fifty pound bag of potatoes.

Albert Fish.

Cannibalistic dude.

Noah.

Whatever you wanted to call him.

He was making me have dinner with his freaking family.

I had to get out of here. Either that or I was going to kill him.

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