Chapter Twenty-Five â Hostage?
We'd been driving for at least ten minutes when Abel looked at his side mirror.
"He's following us, you know."
My eyes follow the direction he's looking, trying to catch sight of him.
"He's in his wolf form, running in the forest along the road. You won't see him," he says glancing at me. "He's not gonna catch up, I knew he would try though, that's why our destination is a long drive away. He can't run forever."
Something writhes in my gut but I try my best to stay calm. Ryder will find me eventually. I'm sure of it.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I'll tell you later. You know, long dramatic story and all." He makes a turn and I catch the name of a street sign. "You look tired, you should get some rest."
"Is that concern or a demand?"
"Well, I can't force you to sleep, can I?" He appears thoughtful for a moment, before reaching into the glove compartment and feeling around for something. "Actually..now that I think about it, I should have a bottle of chloroform in here somewhere..."
Horror washes over me and I feel my heart rate spike instantly, but then he bursts out... laughing?
"Gosh I'm joking Emma, you should've seen your face."
He widens his eyes dramatically and makes a face which I guess was supposed to be mine, before cracking up again.
I sigh in relief.
There is no way I want to go to sleep.
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Shit.
I open my eyes to what appears to be several hours later, as it's now completely dark outside.
"Told you you looked tired."
How could I be so stupid?
"Where are we?" We're still driving somehow. How long has it been?
He gives me a dry look. "You don't really expect me to answer that, do you?"
"Worth a shot," I sigh, "what's the harm in it anyway? I have no way to contact anyone."
"Mhmmm, still not telling you sweetheart."
I glare at his side profile, and he eventually rolls his eyes. "We're almost there."
"Can you at least tell me how long we've been driving?"
He thinks for a minute. "Um, maybe five, six hours."
Shit, he wasn't joking. There's no way that Ryder can run that long.
After about five minutes of sitting in silence, we pull up to a cabin.
So not what I was expecting.
It's huge, and it looks like something out of a magazine.
He unties my hands and puts them in handcuffs before untying the rest of my body. As he leads me inside, I'm even more shocked.
The cabin is gorgeous. Floor to ceiling windows covering a whole wall, with a door in the middle that leads outside to the lake. The decor was homey and warm, and somehow the room smelt like Christmas. As I look around further I notice a set of stairs. There was three floors.
Surely, I had to be staying downstairs in the basement.
Instead, he leads me to a barstool by the kitchen and sits me down. He grabs another pair of handcuffs and cuffs my leg to the stool.
"Do you just have handcuffs laying around?"
He winks,"you know it."
"Ew."
"Don't kink shame me," he says, giving me a dirty look. "But really though I'm kidding, I just prepared especially for you." He smiles cheekily.
"Great."
He starts to take ingredients out and put them on the counter.
"I'm making chicken alfredo, you want any?" He scoffs. "What am I saying of course you do, my alfredo is delicious. Also, you have no choice."
I'm just staring at him in shock at this point. When he sees my look of disbelief, he stops.
"Look, I'm not the bad guy here."
"Really?" I look down at the handcuffs around my wrists.
He looks down at them too. "...yes."
"Hm." I look down at my ankle cuffed to the stool, giving it a good tug. "Are you sure?"
"Okay, so this looks bad. I get it."
"Mhm." We stare at each other. "Well uh, can you, ya know, start explaining why I'm here maybe..? That would be nice."
"Uh...no."
???
"You said in the car that you have an explantation and that you'd tell me later."
"Well it's not late enough. Now shh. I'm trying to make my amazing alfredo here." He turns to the stove and I hear him mumble something like, "hopefully when it's ready you'll be too busy eating to talk."
I glare at his back. This bitch.
I keep a close eye on him while he cooks, checking it see if he tampers with my food. If he really wanted to knock me out though, he easily could. He wouldn't need to slip it in my food. And if he wants me dead he could've just killed me already.
At least I hoped so.
But to drive six hours to a cabin just to poison me? Doesn't really make sense.
I watched him pull some more stuff out like he was making something else on the side while the food cooked, but I couldn't tell what it was and he popped it in the oven before I could see.
He eventually finishes and dishes us out, pulling me out of my paranoid thoughts.
I gotta admit, it does look and smell amazing.
I pick up a fork full of food and sniff it. He raises an eyebrow, takes his fork and sticks it in my food taking a giant mouthful.
Hm.
There could be something in here that wouldn't affect him because he's a werewolf. I look at the food again and my stomach rumbles. Meh. Not the worst way to die.
I take a bite and almost groan. He's clearly waiting to see my reaction, and I try not to show how much I like it.
He knew.
"I told you I make a fucking awesome alfredo," he gloats. "My-" he clears his throat, "I learned from the best."
We finish the meal in silence and he puts our plates in the sink and starts cleaning up the mess he made earlier.
When he's done, he slowly turns to me.
"Storytime?"
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Okay this was a bitch to write. My KEYBOARD IS BROKEN. I'm not completely happy with how this chapter came out, but I couldn't, it was so hard to write on my keyboard. So sorry if there's errors.
The letter p is broken and so is my BACKSPACE of all things and like all my numbers too so yea. The only reason you're seeing the letter p is because of autocorrect and because I'd literally have to type in shit like my little ony in google and let google do its job cause obviously it fixes the error with the p not being there, then I'd have to copy the letter from any article or the search bar when it corrects it and paste it in here separately.
So yea not fun. Butttt.... ;) I've already written some of the next chapter so it shouldn't' take as long. Thank you for reading and sticking with me < [i'm trying to put a heart, but my three doesn't work]