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Taken

By sheviking

I woke up and immediately knew something was wrong. The ceiling above me was not the same as

I normally looked at when I opened my eyes in the morning. Where am I?

My heart started beating faster and my hands went clammy as the fear set in. Something is terribly

wrong!

I sat up and noticed that that I was in a large bed with dark blue sheets that were incredibly soft

and clearly not the cheap ones that I used to sleep in at home. My eyes quickly darted around the

room which was large and very nicely decorated. On the wall across from the bed was a huge flat-

screen TV, there were bookcases filled with books and on my nightstand there was a vase with

beautiful white roses which I could smell from where I was sitting.

Ok, so this is clearly not my crappy little apartment but how did I get here? What did I do last

night?

I closed my eyes and thought back. I had gone to bed at 11 after a boring night at home and

nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I opened my eyes and looked down at myself and my

blood stopped cold when I saw that I was wearing a nightgown made out of silk rather than my

usual flannel pajamas. Someone had changed my clothes!

Panic started to set in and I felt the tears begin to form while I grabbed the sheet to cover my

scarcely clad body. Just then I heard someone clear their throat in the corner of the room. The

hairs on the back of my head stood up and I felt a rush of fear as the realization hit me:

I am not alone.

BPOV

I whipped my head around towards the person who had just made their presence known, but in

the dimly lit room I could not make him out completely.

He was sitting in a chair in the corner, perfectly still, watching me.

In one swift move he was on his feet and approached the bed. I gasped and scurried backwards

until I was pressed against the headboard of the bed desperately trying to get as much distance

between us as possible.

He stopped abruptly and held his hands out in front of him, in what I suppose was a calming

manner. I watched in terror as he slowly walked closer and finally sat down on the bed. I know I

should have jumped up and made a run for the door but I was completely petrified and it felt like

my body was frozen solid.

I felt the tears coming again and began to tremble. What was he going to do to me?

He sat perfectly still as if he was waiting for me to do something. I was too afraid to look at him

but the waiting was excruciating so I finally glanced up at him.

I could see him now. His body was long and lean and his skin pale. He was wearing a pair of jeans

and a grey long-sleeved shirt. From what I could see of his face in profile he had a strong jaw, high

cheekbones, full lips and a slight stubble on his chin. His hair was in disarray and a dark color.

What surprised me the most was the fact that he was young. He didn't look that much older than

my twenty years. I don't know why I had expected him to be old. I guess I didn't understand why

this seemingly attractive young man would have taken me.

Nice stereotyping there, Bella. Like only old ugly men can be perverts!

He must have sensed that I was looking at him and started turning his face towards me. I

immediately looked down, too afraid that even the slightest change in the room would make him

jump me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him extend his hand towards me and that's when

I suddenly felt my body come to life.

I bolted out of the bed and ran across the room only to remember that the door was located on the

other side of the bed where he was sitting. I watched in horror as he stood up and walked towards

me slowly. I backed away until I felt the wall behind me and I knew I was trapped.

Oh God! Oh no!

I started sobbing uncontrollably as my legs gave out and I slid to the floor.

"Shhh," I heard him say, trying to soothe me as one would a crying baby.

He knelt down in front of me and I whimpered in fear of his proximity to me.

"Are you going to kill me?" I choked out between sobs.

"No, Bella," he whispered. "Look at me, please."

He knows my name!

I ducked my head at first but then slowly peered up at him and then I saw his eyes. They were a

beautiful shade of green and filled with sadness. It stunned me for a moment that he looked so

heartbroken because I couldn't understand why he would look at me that way. Now I finally got a

good look at his face I was shocked by what I saw. He was undoubtedly the most handsome man I

had ever laid eyes on and I caught myself staring at him with my mouth hanging open.

How can I think he's handsome?

"I would never harm you, love." He said with a voice that was filled with emotion. "I promise," he

added.

I stared at him incredulously. Was he kidding me?

All of a sudden he held out his hand to me but I recoiled, afraid of what he would do.

"I just wanted to help you up," he quickly said and once again he looked so sad that I almost

believed him.

"I don't want you to fear me, Bella. I'll be good to you, I swear." He said as he held his hand out

again.

He'll be good to me? What is he talking about? He expects me to stay here? What is wrong with

this guy?

There was no way in hell that I was going to touch him and I raised myself up, ignoring his hand. I

stood in front of him unsure of what to do. My face was still wet from tears and I was getting a

little cold in my short nightgown. Then it hit me. He had changed my clothes during the night. I

had been naked and completely at his mercy! What had he done to me?

Anger flared in me suddenly. I was strong and independent, and I wasn't about to let this psycho

know just how scared I was. I took a step back against the wall, looked him straight in the eye and

hissed:

"Where are my clothes and what the fuck gives you the right to take them off me?"

He gaped at me, obviously taken aback by my sudden change of mood and then he looked down as

if he was embarrassed.

"They got wet. I didn't want you to get sick," he mumbled.

"Right, you put me in this sexy little outfit because you didn't want me to get sick! You expect me

to believe that? What did you do to me?" I shouted angrily. "I want to go home right now!"

I started to cross the room but I only made it a few feet when I felt his hands on my upper arms

holding me back.

"Please," he implored quietly. "Please don't leave me."

BPOV

I struggled against his grip on me and tried to move forward but he spun me around easily and

held me tight against his chest. I fought him with everything I had but it didn't seem to affect him

one bit. I realized that he was much, much stronger than me and there was no way I would be able

to wrestle myself out of his embrace. The truth of the situation turned my anger into sadness. I

wasn't strong at all. I was weak and terrified. I began sobbing again and my vision was blurred by

tears.

"Oh No! P-please don't cry," he whispered when he felt my body tremble. "I won't hurt you. You

are safe with me, I swear, Bella. I swear."

"Please just let me go! Please, I'm begging you!" I said shakily and looked up at him with pleading

eyes. "I won't tell anyone. Just let me go!"

"I can't do that, Bella. Ask me anything. Anything but that," he answered softly.

His left arm was still holding me against him and he raised his right hand to my face and wiped

away the tears that were streaming down my cheeks.

"You are so lovely," he murmured and brushed a few strands of hair out of my face. He looked

deeply into my eyes and then averted his gaze to my lips.

Before I could respond he suddenly released me from his hold, stepped back and took a deep

breath as if he was trying to calm himself. Then he spoke again.

"I've put some clothes in the bathroom for you if you want to change. You can also take a shower if

you want." He gestured to the door at the end of the room.

Yeah, right. Like I would actually get naked in this strange place.

But I realized that I did want some real clothes instead of the flimsy excuse for a nightgown that I

was wearing. Given that, I didn't have a choice but to do as he said. I certainly didn't want to stay

out here with him being half-naked.

On shaking legs I went into the bathroom which was very nice but it did miss one thing to make it

perfect in my mind. A window. I had hoped that I might escape that way since I assumed that the

man was still in the bedroom waiting for me to finish changing. I glanced briefly at the shower but

decided against it immediately. I was too afraid of him busting in on me while I was naked so I

quickly turned to the clothes instead.

I was relieved that they were similar to something I would have picked out myself: A pair of nice

jeans, a simple black t-shirt and a red hoodie. There was also a pair of black Converse and a

matching set of bra and panties, which were much sexier than anything I normally would pick out.

I shuddered violently at the thought of this man buying underwear while thinking of me wearing

them.

I hesitated for a few seconds before I quickly took off the nightgown and shivered again when my

worst fears were realized. I was wearing a pair of black lace panties that did not belong to me. He

had even changed my underwear at some point during the night. I didn't think that he had done

anything to me but I couldn't be certain.

Please don't let him hurt me!

I put on the clothes he had picked out for me and washed my face. I caught a glimpse of my

reflection in the mirror. I looked horrible. I was pale, my skin was blotchy and my eyes were red

from crying. My hair was a complete mess and when I began combing it out I felt that it was a bit

damp as if it had been wet during the night. Maybe he wasn't lying about my clothes being wet?

There was a light knock on the door but it still made me jump.

"Bella, are you alright in there?"

There was no lock on the door and he could enter the bathroom anytime he wanted so I figured it

wouldn't do much good to hide anymore. I took a deep breath and opened the door. I was taken

completely by surprise by what I saw when I came out of the bathroom. The man had put a tray

with breakfast on the bed and was standing next to it looking at me expectantly.

"Do you like the clothes?"

"Um, I guess so," I said.

He smiled at me and pointed to the bed.

"Please sit down and have something to eat."

I walked over to the bed slowly, never taking my eyes off him in case he decided to approach me. I

carefully sat down on the bed feeling confused and scared at the same time. I didn't understand

what was going on. First he kidnapped me and took my clothes off, and now he was giving me new

clothes and made me breakfast? It didn't make any sense.

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