"What?"

"Never."

"Yeah I heard you, why can't I leave?" I asked, crossing my arms irritated.

"Because I said so," he said and started sipping his drink.

"That's... haha... not legal you know," I said.

"You think I care," he replied.

"But, why am I here again exactly?" I asked.

"Because I want you to be here, I felt like it," he answered and took another sip. "I think you're cute and I want to get to know you but not by force of course."

"Oh yeah not by force that's why you kidnapped me and stole my motorcycle," I said with an irritated smile at him.

"Okay, I can see why you're mad, that makes sense, I'd be pretty mad too, but no worries I have the best source of income, drug dealing, so you're set for life as long as you're mine," he admitted with a wicked smile.

I put my face in my hands, "What the fuck is this." I whispered to myself. "Why is it always the god damn clowns?"

He laughed loudly, "you're also as hilarious as I remember. Thank god."

"I'm sorry I don't remember you," I said.

"Oh no worries, I was that quiet kid in class and when your cunty slut friend got me expelled I kinda lost my mind and started this area of town with my buddies Trevor and Richard. No one really bothers us here but it's fine. When they do bother us we're always ready to fight them," he explained.

"Besides were known around town pretty well, a few of us are of the living dead actually," he said.

"L-like zombies?" I asked concerned.

"Haha not exactly, but they're people who are marked as legally dead, so take that as you will," he said and sipped more.

~

"That's basically how I met him," I explained to Marti. He looked at me a little shocked.

"At least I'm not the only one who got snatched up... Trevor did similar to me," he explained while scratching the back of his head.

"I'm sorry," I said and held his hand. "Oliver thankfully isn't too terrible, but he can be."

"Trevor is better than he used to be," Marti said as he picked at his fingers. "I'll see you later Marie, it was nice officially meeting you."

"You too," I said as we stood and hugged.

He's so young. Younger than me yet he seems so understanding and dark at the same time. I wonder what he's been through these past couple of years. By my understanding Trevor and him have been together for four years at least since Marti was 18. I think Trevor was 20 when he snatched Marti up.

I continued thinking back at the first day we met as I got into Oliver and I's room.

~

Oliver grabbed a blunt from a little box on the table in front of us and lit it up. "Want some?" He asked and held it to me.

"What's in it?" I asked with suspicion.

"The worst most addictive crack cocaine you can find in the world," He said. I glared at him as he took another hit. "It's fucking weed you nerd," he laughed.

I laughed a little and grabbed the blunt. "Fuck it," I said and took hits with him.

He took a few more hits and handed it back to me, "have the rest, make yourself at home, I'm gonna take a quick shower." he said and walked upstairs.

I got up and went to the kitchen. I looked out the window and looked into the neighborhood where people were hanging out, smoking, and drinking. I sighed and decide to look into the fridge.

He did say make myself at home, and no point trying to escape right now with everyone outside. I'd just get brought back here immediately. Plus I want my motorcycle back, and I have no idea where it is right now.

I grabbed some cans of juice and grabbed a bag of chips out of the cabinet and sat back on the couch. I was watching tv for about 30 minutes when he came back down with a towel around his hips. I see his slightly muscular body and his wet dark brown hair sticking to his face. He looked directly at me with his striking green eyes and it struck me a little.

"You doing okay dollface?" Oliver asked as he came towards me with a smirk.

"Y-Yeah I'm fine," I looked back at the tv. He walked by me and into the kitchen, I looked at his back and watched the muscles move as he was walking and moving his arms. "Holy shit," I said quietly to myself.

He is really attractive but I can't just let him kidnapping me and jacking my bike slide just cause he's hot. That would be insane.

I looked back at the tv quickly. He walked in front of me again and I tried to avoid looking at him, he sat down next to me stretched as he sat down. He flexed his wrist muscles and neck muscles as he moved around, I could see him look at me in the corner of his eye.

Oh he knows exactly what he's doing.. such an asshole. I'm just gonna ignore him as much as I can.

"Do you wanna take a shower? I don't have many girly clothes but I have T-shirt's and basket ball shorts if that works for you, and I can clean your outfit you currently have on," he said.

"Oh thanks... yeah I'll have to take a shower soon, I'm actually pretty tired," I mentioned while avoiding looking at him.

"Let me show you to the shower room," he said. I followed him, staring at his back all the way up the stairs. He was sweating slightly. I gulped and looked around at all the art on the walls and random sculptures on the floor we passed to the third.

"This is our bedroom" he said, "there's three beds in here so pick whichever you want and I'll sleep in a different one until you wanna sleep with me," He said and looked down at me with a smile. I looked away from him nodding my head and bit my lip.

That's surprisingly considerate of him... I hope he keeps his word on not forcing me to have sex with him.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked.

"Oh it's right there," he pointed and I looked to see a glass door. I walked to it and saw the bathroom, it was also very luxury. I looked at the claw foot bathtub and looked at the tall glass shower, it had multiple nozzles and a wooden bench along the wall.

I walked in and tried to close the door behind me but he blocked it with his hand.

"You think I'm letting you shower alone?" He shot an evil smirk.

"Uh yeah I assumed you would give me some privacy," I barked as I backed from him.

"Oh no dollface, I can't trust you with a window in here," he explained as he sat on the counter and lit a cigarette.

"We're on the third floor, I'm not willing to break both of my legs just to escape," I growled.

"I won't watch you the whole time, just making sure that you're not escaping," he chuckled as he took some hits.

"You fucking..." I whispered as I walked into the shower.

A few seconds later I was pinned against the shower wall, "what was that dollface?" He growled in my ear.

"Nothing," I grunted out as I pushed back against him.

He shoved me against the wall again and chuckled, "you're adorable when you lie," he started zipping down my shirt, "but I fucking hate liars," he said as he scratched down my sides. I let out a slight moan and arched a bit, "oh do you like that?" He whispered with a sly tone.

"Get off me you fucking clown," I snarled.

"Bad girl," he said as he spanked my ass.

I let out a yelp and he turned me around suddenly and kissed my neck up to my ear, making me moan out more. "O-Oliver," I breathed out as he bit into my neck.

Fuck he should NOT be good at this. I should not be enjoying this right now.

"I know you like it," he whispered in my ear as he bit my lobe softly.

"As if," I whispered back as I turned on the water.

"Fuck!" he yelled as he jumped back, the cold water dropping on him. I was laughing so hard I almost fell. "Oh so that's funny?" He asked as he dropped the wet cigarette on the tile floor.

"Yeah, it's hilarious!" I said laughing between words. He walked up to me and stared at me until I stopped and looked up at him. "What?"

He lifted me up over his shoulder causing me to yell as he stuck me under the water in my clothes. "Oliver you ass!" I said as I hit his back.

"Oh it's not funny now is it?" He asked as he turned the water to warm. He set me back down and stared at my body as my clothes stuck to my body. "Damn you look hot," he said as he started zipping my shirt down more. I slapped his hands away.

"No," I said and pointed at him.

He busted out laughing, "okay, okay I'll stop," he said as he walked out of the shower and came back into the bathroom with a new cigarette. "You're funny," he chuckled as he lit it.

I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him, "no staring!" I said as I pointed at him.

He raised his hands up in defense, "Okay okay," he chuckled as he looked at the ground.

I quickly stripped and got under the warm water which felt like a massage after the long day I just had.

A knock took me out of my trance, "Yes?" I asked as he opened the shower door.

He was looking directly at my face, "want some?" He asked as he held a blunt to me.

I brought up my soaking wet hands, "I'll hold it," he said as he continued looking at my face.

I leaned in while covering my chest with my arm and covering between my legs with my hand. I took some hits off the blunt as he was holding it. I stood back and held the smoke in as I let it leave my lungs slowly.

"Thanks," I said as I relaxed more.

"No problem dollface," he said as he sat back on the bathroom counter. "I did look at your ass a bit but mostly cause curiosity was killing me," he admitted as I shot him a death glare.

"Piss off."