The Bad Boy Kidnapped Me

Chapter 3 - The Room

Evangeline

"Hello?" He said dragging the 'o' when I didn't make any move to get out of the car, or to unbuckle my seat belt. I shifted my gaze from the house to him, and back to the house again. He probably realized that I wouldn't get out myself so he stepped out of the car, walked around it and opened the door for me. I simply sat there, staring at him blankly. That's something I do when I'm scared to death.

"Come out," he said calmly at first, but I didn't budge.

"Get your a*s out," he demanded, and by his tone I could tell he was starting to get worked up. I still did not offer him any response.

"Fine," he huffed and leaned in. At once, I backed away against the seat as hard as I could in an attempt to get as far away from him as possible. He paused and looked at me, our eyes locking for a second, before he unbuckled my seat belt and lifted me in his arms bridal style.

"Hey, put me down!" I yelled, shocked at his move. I kicked my legs in the air and struggled but it was of absolutely no use. I punched his chest as hard as I could but ended up hurting my own hand. "Ouch!" I yelped as the pain shot through my knuckles.

"Just stay put, Angel," he said after he let out a small chuckle. Angel?

I sighed and stopped struggling as it was of no use. He carried me to the main door and then put me down, though he held my wrist so I wouldn't try to run away. I didn't even try. He then unlocked the door, typing in an eight digit password on the keypad, which I tried hard to remember but couldn't. He pushed the door open and led me inside.

I found myself in a huge living room. The walls were painted white, while a huge black chandelier hung right in the middle of the room. There were black sofas, with their back-supports studded with white sparkling crystals. There were two flights of stairs leading to the upper floor, just the kind there were in Beast's castle in Beauty and the Beast. The flooring was made of black wood and there were numerous doors which probably led to different rooms. It looked very luxurious, but simple at the same time, really classy and elegant. I was so captivated by its beauty that for a second I forgot that I had been brought here as a hostage.

"Close your mouth," Lars said with an arrogant smirk. I noticed he had taken off his jacket leaving him in the white, half-sleeved, T - shirt that displayed his perfectly toned arms and biceps. I noticed that he had a black fiery tattoo on his right arm too. He just had to have tattoos. I love tattoos. Why does he have tattoos?

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, breaking me out of my tattoo-admiring thoughts. Of course I wasn't going to tell him what I really was thinking, so I decided to say the other thing that had been bugging me since a long time.

"Why am I here?" I asked, tears forming again.

"Oh come on, Angel. Don't cry," he said taking a step towards me, but I took a step back. He didn't come any closer after that as he noticed how uncomfortable and confused I was. "I know you're probably really confused and scared right now, but don't worry, you'll understand everything very soon." He said with an understanding look. "Till then, you just have to do what I say and I promise nothing bad will happen to you." He further added, his tone a bit more serious and demanding this time.

"Wh...What d-do I have to do?" I stuttered.

"Oh don't worry, I won't ask you to do anything hard, just don't try to run away," he replied in a calm tone. Oh that will be easy, since I don't think I'll succeed anyway. "Follow me," he said and started walking up the stairs. For some reason I stood rooted to the spot, staring at his retreating back. He turned around to see I was not behind him and looked at me, raising an eyebrow. I sighed and went after him. He continued going up the stairs and after walking through countless hallways, he stopped in front of a large white door and opened it, gesturing for me to go inside.

I walked into the room and my mouth hung open. It was an elegant, simple room, just the type I liked. In fact, I'd say it was my dream bedroom. The huge sized room was divided into two parts by two narrow walls on both sides. In one part was a Queen-sized bed covered with a white bed sheet, a purple and white blanket placed neatly on it. The purple wall behind the bed was cushioned and a pretty crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room. The walls were white, but due to the cushioned wall and the lighting, it had a light lavender effect. The flooring was wooden and a large, lavender fur carpet rested on the floor. In the other part, there was a couch. This part was not very big, and had two large doors. One was probably the bathroom, and the other, I had no idea about.

To say that I was shocked would be an understatement as this room was exactly to my liking. How did Lars know what I like? Oh god, what am I even thinking? Maybe this room isn't even for me. At that thought, I turned around to look at him, and gave him a bewildered look.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you don't like it! I spent a lot of money to make this to your liking!" He practically growled.

"To my liking?" I asked, puzzled. What the real hell?! Is he a stalker or what? This can't be good.

A look of shock crossed his features and he mumbled something under his breath. He then added, "Just tell me Angel, do you like it or not?"

"I-I think so," I carefully answered.

"Great!" He replied, sighing in relief. "Okay, Angel, go, take a shower and change your clothes, you look like a mess." How nice of you to tell me, I rolled my eyes. "That door over there is the bathroom, and the other one is the closet. If you need me, I'll be downstairs. Got it?" I nodded in reply. He turned to leave but then stopped and turned around to look at me. "And one more thing, don't try to look for exits, it's of no use. Okay Angel?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

"Why do you call me Angel?" I asked instead of replying to his question. This had been bugging me for a while now.

"Two reasons: One, your name Evangeline is too long, so short for it is Angel, and two, you have an angelic face. Your face literally screams naivety," he replied. Although I knew he called my face 'angelic' quite casually, I couldn't stop myself from blushing. Truth was: I was just not used to compliments from guys. Especially hot guys. And the fact that I had studied in an all-girls school obviously didn't help.

"Are you blushing?" He asked with an amused smirk. I quickly shook my head, which made him chuckle. "Sure, you're not. See you around, Angel." He sent a wink my way and left me on my own, as I stood there blushing fiercely.

Oh God, how did I get into this mess? I thought to myself, and then made my way to the bathroom. The bathroom was huge too. I took my clothes off, and then turned the tap on after standing under the shower. Hot water started flowing from the shower, and I stood under it, enjoying every moment of it. It relaxed my tense muscles and soothed my wrists that were still hurting a bit. I reached for the shampoo, and to my surprise, it was the one I used. I then noticed that the body wash, face wash, and even the toothpaste were the ones I used at home. A coincidence, perhaps? Of course, I called it a coincidence as the last thing I wanted at that moment was to freak out over how eerily creepy that was.

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