I don't know how long I've been here, or how many days.

The rope had a tight grip around my ankles that my leg has fallen asleep twice and my stomach kept growling every now and then. Especially when I began to randomly smell fries or even macaroni. I was losing my mind.

It must have been some hours since the kidnapper left, it was hard keeping time in this old musty room. And it is leaving me to think if he will ever come back, which I hope he does not.

I have tried every way to escape and nothing. He tied a good knot on the rope that fucker and I couldn't manage my way out. I lay staring at the rotten ceiling above. Dark moldy strains were dripping from the corners of the wall. I felt so small compared to everything else in the room. I was stuck.

After some time and staring endlessly at the ceiling, I hear the door knob rattle. I shift over and see the door knob starts to move. In fear, I look away and pretend to be asleep. I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

The taunting sounds of the foot steps come closer to the bed. I feel something poke me.

Another hand travels to my neck.

Scared of what he was going to do I open my eyes.

"Phew, I thought you were you dead there for a second. I was about to cut you up" he laughs uncontrollably, like a maniac.

I glare at him and lean back as far as I could.

He stops, "Don't worry, I wouldn't do that. No I couldn't" his finger glides up my cheek. "Too precious." he breathes.

I turn my head away.

He sighs, "Well sorry I took so long. Too many people were getting in the way of my job"

The way he said it, made my skin shiver.

"What do you want me? Why did you kidnap me? My mom has money, she can send money over. If you just let me go, I won't tell anyone please..." I finally spat out.

"Stop!" He yells. "Money?" He scoffs. "I don't want your fucking money. I want YOU!"

"why?" I mumble.

"Why? ...I've been watching. Watching you walk to school for the last couple of weeks and admiring the way you talk and take in the environment around you. Your senses." He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, slowly. He licks his lips and looks at me again. "Your beautiful brown hair radiating against the sun, it was such a beautiful color you know. Its was driving me crazy. I want you."

"What? Are you freaking kidding me, so you were stalking me?"

"No, no. Darling. I was only a fan. I want to explore the deep ends of life with you. You seem artistic; beautiful" he exclaims

"You're a freaking creep, let me go!"

"Never!" he shouted back, his expression changed. Something dark.

He grabbed a hand full of my hair aggressively yanking me forward. "You are mine, you understand. Mine!"

I scream and with that he lets me go and walks away.

He muttered something under his breath, I couldn't hear.

I was scared; for my life.