Damien’s jaw clenches, "Don't worry your pretty little head about who I am. It isn't important." I pull my head back and look up at him with a scowl.
"I have a right to know why I'm being held captive!'' I say, annoyed, and he merely shrugs, his eyes never leaving mine. "Are you a killer?" He shrugs again, and my mouth suddenly goes desert dry. I don't know if it was my nerves or what, but I laugh. "I'm sorry, but this is ridiculous. This has got to be a joke or a prank. Who put you up to this? Was it, Jordin?" Damien looks at me, his face stoic. "You're an actor or something, right?"
"An actor?" He reiterates, and before I could utter and another word, his face was in mine, so close our noses almost touch. I feel the cold steel of his eyes boring into my own. "Are you going to stop talking now, or are you going to force me into gagging that pretty little mouth of yours?"
I curl my fingers tightly around the towel to keep it secured around me as his strong hands grasp my upper arms, and he squeezes them hard. "Get your hands off of me, you son of a—" I fight in his hold, and his eyes narrow dangerously.
"Careful..." Damien hisses, cutting me off mid-sentence, "I have zero tolerance for disobedience, Ezra. I have no intention of hurting you, but if you provoke me, I will end you without an ounce of remorse." Damien utters gravely, brushing his nose over mine. I turn my face away from him, and he chuckles darkly before pulling away and lets me go.
When he finally releases his hold on my arm and walks out of the bedroom, I gasp, watching as he closes the door behind him.
* * *
An hour later,I see Damiens car pull out of the driveway. I rush over to the window and watch his car disappear out of sight. If ever I had a chance to run, this was it. I have to get the hell out of this place. I yank the door open and rush downstairs, making a beeline for the front door. I pull the door and whimper when I find it's locked. I look around the house, trying every window and exit, and they're all locked. "No! Goddamn it!" I pound my fist against the glass door.
As I wasn't sure where or how long he was gone, I decided to snoop around, looking for something that would tell me anything about the man holding me captive. I searched all over for any clues and came up empty. I rush upstairs to his bedroom and look through his drawers, wardrobe, and closets and found nothing. I lift his pillow and find a little remote under it. "What the hell is this for?"
I push the little button that showed a sign to open something and jump startled when the bed suddenly started moving. The mattress lifts slowly, and I stare in horror at the sight before me.
"Oh my God,"