I go to get up from the couch and immediately fall to the floor. He fucking zip tied my ankles. At least he did it on the outside of my pants. My face is stuck to something on the floor. I roll from side to side trying to work it loose but there is no luck.
A figure shadows over me and when I look up he bursts out laughing.
“What?” I snap.
“You um seem to have gotten yourself in quite the predicament, sugar tits.”
He squats down and puts a hand to my face, turning me so that I am on my back and staring straight up at him. His fingers brush under my eye. “Shits gonna hurt, but least it didn’t get in your hair.”
“What’s going to hurt?” As soon as I say the words he rips the sticky paper away. Tears sting my eyes as the pain of him ripping off the peach fuzz hair on my cheek nearly blinds me.
“Holy hell!” I cry out, wanting to hold my palm to my cheek protectively but unable to. Feels like someone just waxed my jaw.
“Mouse trap.” He chuckles under his breath and holds up the glue trap.
My eyes bulge. “You have mice?”
Rolling his left shoulder, he offers a soft, “Don’t know. Don’t live here.”
Grabbing my bound wrists, he hooks my arms over his head and around his neck before scooping me up from the floor. My body slides down his as he stands upright, keeping me against him.
His minty breath tickles my forehead as he gazes down at me, looking deep into my eyes.
“Why haven’t you screamed or begged me to let you go?”
“Would it do me any good?”
“Nope.”
I give him a pointed look. “Didn’t think so.”
“You’re different, princess.”
“Don’t call me that. I have a name.”
“Okay, Shelly. You’re different.”
“I told you my name is Michelle.”
His tongue darts out and licks my bottom lip and I chomp my teeth like I am going to bite the damn thing off.
He laughs, and his smile stretches wide.
“You got spirit, Shelly. Shit turns me on.” Tilting my chin up he holds my gaze. “Why aren’t you afraid of me? I could kill you and no one would ever find you.”
“I think you’re kind of sad. You live alone in a nasty ass trailer with your scuzzy beard and you kidnap and torture women.”
“You left out the part where I kill them.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
Him saying this only makes me do it again to which he holds my face still and presses his mouth to mine. This time he doesn’t demand entrance into my mouth, he simply presses his lips softly against mine before releasing me. I’m just glad his lips aren’t furry like his beard. He’s wild looking but I can tell he takes care of himself apart from his hair and his beard.
“Why did you do that?”
“I can read every single person I have ever met but you…I can’t read you. You’re a challenge. A complication.”