Book 1 Chapter 3

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Normally, I’m good with faces, so I can’t believe I don’t remember him that is if he is speaking the truth. It could be a way to toy with me.

“I don’t remember you.”

“I worked for a local farmer in the summer of 1999, you came out to the farm with a girl, she had blonde hair and blue eyes. Can’t remember her name but I didn’t forget you. We hung out on the farm and then went to a party that night.”

“Hmm, the friend has to be Dorie but I’m not remembering the farm or party.”

He looked at me with the most amazing grin on his face. My heart did a flip-flop like I have never felt before. Why did that just happen? What is it about those blue eyes that make me weak in the knees?

Mystery man walked over to me. He leaned on the table inches from my face. I could feel the warmth of his breath on me and smell the sweetest cologne. This man should make my blood boil with rage not set it on fire with lust. What the heck is wrong with me? He snatched me.

I stood up and stepped back. My heart racing and my hands shaking.

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“I do not remember you, I’m sorry. I just want to leave.” I spoke.

“I don’t know if leaving would be too wise. See, when I found you a man had been chasing you and when I went out earlier he was still out there only with several others. I am not the guilty one. I put you in that storage closet in case he happened to come to the door asking questions. You were hidden in there if he would happen to come to the door.”

I don’t know if he is telling the truth. I was knocked out. I suppose in a way it would make sense. Explains not being tied up and that he allowed me to come out and eat. No guns lying around. Now what do I say or do.

“Well, then I thank you for not leaving me there for him. Remember falling and my head hurting. Sorry. But how did you get me away from him if he hit me?”

A loud bang came from outside that made us both jump.

He ran over, grabbed my arm and led me back to the storage room. He shut the door behind us. Motioned for me to be quiet. He locked the door gently and put his arm on mine as if to tell me to stay still.

A knocking came from the front door. The door knob began turning. Several footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor. No one spoke. It’s like they knew we would be hiding.

I could feel a sneeze coming. Crap. Doing everything I could to hold it in. I sneezed my funny half sneeze. Mystery man covered my face up in case there was another one coming. I normally do sneeze more than once, luckily this time I did not. Did he remember that from years ago? Why can’t I remember?

A pair of footsteps came to the storage door and tried the knob. When it wouldn’t turn, the person tried shoving on the door but luckily it didn’t budge.

Mystery man motioned for me to follow him on hands and knees to the back of the room. He opened that metal box that smelled awful.

He motioned for me to crawl into the box. I shook my head no, not in that smelly thing. He motioned again with a rather angry look and whispered get in. I peered over the side of it and saw the bottom had been opened and there was a ladder leading down below. Just like out of an adventure novel! I smiled. Did my best to not think of the smell.

I climbed in. Placed my foot on the ladder rungs one after the other praying that they were not old and rickety. I looked up to see him closing the lid after him and locking it from the inside. Then when he got past the bottom of the box he closed that as well and sealed it with an extra bar lock.

It was airy and pitch black. It smelled musty and I could hear running water. My feet touched ground. After he was down, he took my hand and he led us closer to the water sound.

I hope those guys above don’t find the box. I wonder how this place got here. Many questions popping in my head. Exciting. Terrifying.

His hand feels warm and fits perfectly around mine. I don’t want to let go.

He dropped my hand, bummer.

Mystery man lit a small candle and placed it on a wooden table against the wall. He started opening tubs searching for something. He found a flashlight and shone it in my eyes. Bright light.

“I was hoping it wasn’t dead. We will head further down the tunnel just in case they find the passage way. I don’t think they will but better to be safe than sorry.” He said looking at me and then blowing the candle out.

“Why didn’t you just lock me in the room and answer the door?” I asked, thinking why go to all this trouble.

“Several of them, one of me if things went wrong.”

I didn’t know what to say or think. I am floored. This is like out of a spy movie. I guess I got my adventure I was wanting.

I shook my head in agreement and began to follow him down the cold, dark cave like tunnel. Just where it leads and what the story is behind this, I can’t wait to find out. My heart won’t stop racing from the unknown and Mr. Blue eyes.

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Book 1 Chapter 2

Oh, what a splitting headache.

I sat up slowly rubbing the back of my head trying to make it feel better. It wasn’t working, felt like a bad hangover. I looked around but I couldn’t see much in the small, dark room. Where the heck am I and who the heck hit me? Wait, I fell, but someone had grabbed me.

I hate dark places. I shivered thinking about what could be lurking in the corner. Like a dummy, I didn’t tell anyone what I was doing tonight. It is only Friday so no one will miss me until Monday morning when I should be opening the store. Mental note, make sure to leave a note on my kitchen table to where I venture off to next time.

I moved to my hands and knees and began to move along the floor. A foul smell was coming from my left side. Moving my hand around I touched something cold and smooth. I felt a latch. Leaning next to it to make sure no animal noises were inside. It would be the pits to have an animal jump out. No noise. I unhooked the latch, slowly opening the lid.

That’s worse than spoiled food!

I slammed the lid back down. Covered my nose and did my best to not be sick. A lovely symptom to add to my splitting headache, a true hangover without the fun beforehand. After the smell faded, I began crawling again. Felt a slight breeze on my face, maybe I am close to the doorway. Bumped into something in front of me. Decided to stand up feeling all the way up. Moved my hand to the right, a door knob.

Relief.

I turned it, unlocked. Opened the door slowly, trying to not make a creaky noise. Light and freedom, almost.

“I was hoping you would be waking up soon. I have supper all ready for us.” said the stranger, “Come join, before it is cold.”

He was tall, blue eyes, and dark brown hair. The most amazing eyes, I might add. The bluest of blue. Reminded me of the clearest ocean waters. I couldn’t stop staring at them.

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“Why was I shut up in there?” I asked staring at him.

He looked at me and smiled.

“It was not locked, was it?”

“Well, no. That isn’t the point.” I said getting irritated, “I remember falling down. Why am I here?”

He stood up from the table and began walking towards me. I stepped back reaching for the door knob behind me. I was thinking that I could at least put the door between me and him. He stopped, seeing that I was going to turn into the room I had come out of. He stared at me. I stared back. It seemed like an eternity went by. He let out the most annoying laugh, turned around, and sat back down at the table. I don’t like playing games. He is irritating the heck out of me despite his gorgeous looks.

“Well, I am famished. Stand there all night if you like, the food will get cold.” he said.

Night? So only a few hours have went by? Or has days gone by? Is anyone out looking for me? The biggest question, are we in Obeyville?

The food smells amazing and is making my tummy grumble. I do need my energy if I am going to get out of here. It would be smart to eat. I suppose if he poisons me, I will at least enjoy the food.

I cannot figure out why he is acting as though I am not a prisoner.

“If you sit down and eat, I will answer what is obviously asking in your pretty little head.” he said looking at me.

“I am only eating because skipping meals is not good.” I said as I plopped down in the chair across from him. He grinned still looking at me while placing the baked chicken on the steamy white rice on his plate.

I reached for the bowl of rice and put two big helpings on my plate, yes I like rice. Added the chicken on top just like his. The whole time he watched me. I hate that. I dove in savoring every bit of the meal. Oh, he can cook. The chicken had so much flavor and so moist. I closed my eyes and heard him chuckle.

“That good, huh?”

I glared at him.

“Just hungry. Don’t flatter yourself.”

Arrogant and good looking.

While enjoying the meal, I scanned the small cottage. There were a lot of photos of nature and no portrait ones. One photo had the most brilliant purple stone on a beach setting. It was dazzling.

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The place had small windows with lacy curtains, not typical of a man’s bachelor pad. Great, he is probably married and she is going to come through that door thinking we are having an affair. I glanced at his left hand, no ring and no tan line. Possibly, not married or doesn’t like jewelry. I know a few that do not wear their rings.

“No, I am not married.” He flashed his left hand at me. I believe my mouth dropped a few feet.

I looked away feeling embarrassed. I scanned the room some more. Next to my so-called dungeon, looks to be a bedroom. This room is an open kitchen and living room design. In the front of the cottage by the front door is a bathroom. I could probably fit this entire house into my living and kitchen areas of my house. I feel trapped because I have no flipping clue where I am at. Woods? Another planet perhaps?

Through the windows the sun was going down. I could try to escape when it gets dark. Though I would not be able to see much of my surroundings, especially if we are out in the wooded area still. If I could get to the creek, I could try following it. It does run along the town edge.

Oh, where has he taken me? Hate being out of control. Did he follow me from my house?

“Do you know who I am?” I asked. I might as well be blunt and to the point. He may answer and he may not.

He laughed that arrogant laugh.

“You said you would answer my questions.”

Grinning, he reached for more rice. I grabbed the rice and set it down by my plate. He glared at me. It got his attention.

“Listen, I don’t like games. I want some answers.” I said angrily.

He stood up grabbing his plate and took it to the sink. I could see him scraping it off. Nice butt.

He set the plate down and turned towards me.

“You really do not remember me.” he spoke irritated.

 

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