Shadow Pico

Victoria's POV

After he pushed me into his car, he put me in the back seat, he hooked my seat belt in and then locked my door. Before slamming it in my face.

I put my hands felt to my lap as I sat there waiting for him to get in the diver seat to take me away somewhere unknown.

I let a few more tears fall from my cheeks. I quickly wiped them away so be didn't see them. He finally got in the drivers seat and started the car. I looked out the window and saw my apartment window. I looked in it and there was still no glass in the windowsill.

He floored it and my home started to disappear as he sped down the street.
I looked back at my lap when I couldn't see my home anymore. I started to think about where he was taking me and what he was gonna do to me once we got there.

I thought about movies and books where they talk about how abductors might rape and kill there victims. Or torched them to death. Or both.

I started to shake from fear. What was he gonna do to me? I would have to wait and see, because I didn't have the balls to ask him.

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We were driving forever, going through cities and then back roads and then another city then into the country again. He did this for several hours, until he stopped and parked the car and turned it off.

I didn't looking at him or out the window. I was looking at my hands in my lap. I felt his gaze on me, but I still didn't look up.

I heard him sigh loudly and then he got out of the car. Slamming the door behind him. I jumped because it startled me. I looked up and around and he was already right beside my door.

I stared at him, he opened my door and held out his hand for me to take. I didn't move a muscle.

"Just take my fucking hand." he signed annoyed with me. I looked up at his face, it's held no expression, I hesitantly took his hand.

He pulled me out of the back seat and closed the door. I looked around the area, there was a log cabin looking house but I knew it was just a house with boards on the outside. We where in the middles of the woods, somewhere where there is no one around to see or hear him torcher me.

"C'mon." he said still annoyed with me. But what do you expected when you get abducted? I'm gonna be in a bad mood and scared out my shit, and I'm not gonna want to do everything you ask me to!

He sighed in...frustration maybe? I'm not sure but he walked with me to the house and he took out a key from his pocket and opened the door.

Cool air hit my face. Cool this place had air. It was hot as hell outside. He walked in right after me and the door. I looked around the place and it wasn't half bad. But that's what he wants you to think! He wants you to think that your going to be semi safe in here and then you let down your guard for 5 minutes and then, BAM! Your dead!

Man I really need to stop watching so many movies and such.

But this place really wasn't that bad. It had a nice black couch with matching chairs. A Coffee table with a T.V in front of it. A nice rug in the middle of the room. I could see the kitchen from where I was standing, it looked very clean and tightie.

He snapped me out of my thoughts by snapping his fingers in front of my face, "Hello? Earth to what's her face." He said making face 'wtf' kind of face at me.

"I have a name you know." I said crossing my arms over my chest and looking at him sassily.
"Your point?" he said still making the same face at me.

"Well if you bothered to actually know what it was. Maybe just maybe, I would like you just a tiny bit better. And right now you could use some of my liking because right now, I think we're at....go eat a dick." I said before pushing past him. I didn't get to see his reaction, I would have seriously like to though.

I walked up the stairs just to get away from him, not knowing what would await me up there. But I kept walking, out of frustration.

I got to the top of the stares and saw a hallway, 2 doors on the left side of the hall and 2 on the right. I walked down the hall and saw that all 4 doors were open. One was a bathroom and the other 3 were bedrooms.

I walk into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked terrible, I looked miserably tired, my hair was mostly in small tangles, my face was pale, and I had tear stained cheeks.

I looked around the small space, seeing a corner in the back of the room next to the wall and the toilet. I walked over to it and leaned up against the wall, sliding my back down it as I began to completely loose it.

My butt made contact with the floor and I pulled my knees closer to my body and I put my face in my hands. Crying with no signs of stopping.

I was crying for a good 10 minutes when there was a knock on the door. I looked up, sniffling and wiping away my tears, for they are a sign of weakness, I don't believe that I'm weak. And I don't want anyone to believe otherwise.

"Come in" I said low making sure that if my voice was squeaky, it wouldn't give away anything of what I've been doing for the pass 10 minutes or so.

I heard the door knob turn, and the door opening slowly. I looked up at who the person was.
It was him. Well, I just now realized I don't know his name either, we didn't know each others names. Not like me knowing his would even matter, I'd be dead before I could tell anyone about it.

He walked into the the room, me still sitting in the corner. He walked over to me, and I had looked back down so I didn't have to look him in the eyes, the only thing I could see of him was his feet that were in front of me.

He crouch down to my level, still on his feet just keeping balance, he moved his hand toward my face and I backed up as much as I could.

"Shhhh, it's ok." he said smoothly, his voice sounded caring and helpful.

I still didn't want him touching me. He moved his hand closer to me again and I couldn't move anymore. Whatever he was about to do, I had to suck it up and deal with it.

His hands were smooth and soft, he put his hand on my cheek and then moved it to my chin, pulling it up to look at his face, and then my eyes started to wonder over to his blueish, greenish ones.

He smiled a slight smile and looked at my eyes as well. "What's your name love."
His question shocked the hell out of me. I really didn't think he would even consider asking me for my name, let alone actually ask me for it.

"I-it's Victoria." I stuttered at first but got it out, to my surprise.

He smiled warmly at me, "I'm Louis" he said moving his hand away from my face and to one of my hands. He stood up and he still had ahold of my hand which gave me a signal to also stand up, and he was gonna help me on my feet.

I started to stand up until I almost completely lost my balance and fell. But I didn't because of his kind gesture, he pulled my hand to him which pulled me closer to him, but I still was gonna fall, but he took ahold of my waist before I could come in contact with the tile floor again.

I gasped, he held my waist tighter than he needed to. But I was fine in that moment because it made me feel safe and secure.

Wait what was I thinking? He's my kidnapper. He's anything but safe Victoria!
I looked up at him and he looked down at me, I was breathing heavily but I wasn't panting either. I was looking deep in his eyes until he pulled me all the way up and he let go of my body and cleared his throat.

I felt somewhat rejected form this and I looked away from him and looked everywhere else just to not look at him. But why would I feel rejected? I need to stop thinking things cause it just gives me more things to think about then I over think things and then I'm just an emotional mess.

The atmosphere was awkward now and I didn't think it was helping that I'm an awkward person. I could see him through the mirror, he looked like he was trying to concentrate on something.

After like 45 seconds I finally got enough courage to brake the silence.

"Ugh, Louis?" I said in a low tone.

He moved his head to look at me and I saw something in his eyes I couldn't explain, but it vanished as soon as I looked right into his eyes. I shook it off, I bet that's what happens when he gets mad or something. But I didn't do anything, why was he mad or whatever he was?

"Yeah...Victoria." he said remembering my name that he just learned not even 5 minutes ago.

"Agh, what are you gonna do to me?" I asked nervously.

What the hell Vic? You had an opportunity that you most likely won't going to get again and that's what you fucking ask!? At this point it was like if I asked him anything, he would answer it in a heart beat. But I ask that! Good one. Note the sarcasm.

"Agh, I don't know." he said shaking his head and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
I took that answer as a win. At least he didn't say, rape you, kill you, torture you, or all 3.
I sighed and he grabbed my wrist while saying "C'mon, let me show you your room."
I get my own room? How exciting!

He walked me to the second bedroom on the left side of the hallway.

It had a white door with a gold colored handle. He opened it and the room was quite nice. a dresser, a queen sized bed, 2 nightstands, a fill body mirror on the wall next to the vanity. It also had a closet, it wasn't a walk-in closet but it was bigger that the one I had at home.

Home I missed it already. I sighed deeply and Louis let go of my hand as he stood by the door and I walked around the room looking at all the room had to offer me, since I was going to be here for a while, at least I hope I would be here for a little while longer.

"I'm gonna go make something to eat ok? Is there anything you would like?" He asked as I turned around. He stood up straighter and put his hands in this pockets. Why is he being so nice? He's my kidnapper, usually they don't let there victim stay in a guest bedroom in their house and cook them meals. But I excepted his offer cause I thought why the hell not? If he poisons it then I would have more pride in that than him killing me.

"Ugh, can you make spaghetti?" I asked looking at him and shrugging my shoulders.
"Yeah. I'll be back in a few. You can make yourself comfortable or whatever." he said trailing off before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

I stood in the middle of the room. Looking around seeing if I could mental figure him out by piecing him together. Figure out his secrets, what he thinks about most, why he is being so nice all of a sudden.

But most of all I want to know why he picked me, and not someone else for whatever he had I store for me.

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