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" We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. "

- Plato

Why can't she be an early sleeper? 

Its 2am and I'm still waiting for Selena to go to sleep. I have been watching her ever since I found out she was going to the party tonight, making sure she stayed safe. I've never been a patient man, so sitting for hours is not something I want to endure, however for Selena, I would do anything. I have loved her for too long and my burning crave for her can no longer be satisfied from a distance.

After about twenty more minutes of my torture, I finally notice the small light from her cell phone turn black and I see her turn over in bed. I guess I am lucky with the fact that her bedroom window is facing the front end of the street, but I can't say that I like the fact that she usually keeps her blinds open. Anyone who wanted to look in could, and she wouldn't notice. She has to be more careful with her surroundings.

I start my car up in the drive away and quickly jump out. I hurry to pick the lock on her front door, only to notice that it was already unlocked. Oh Selena, haven't your parents taught you better than that? I then climbed up the steps to the second floor of the house and I look through every room. Her parents usually have a date night on Friday's and her brother is staying at a friends. So careless.

Finally, I go back into the hall and peek through the slit that was between the open door and the wall. My heart starts accelerating when I see her small form folded in a small ball on top of the covers. I walked into the room and picked her up carefully in hopes she doesn't wake up. She stirred a little and mumbled, "Daddy? You're back already?" she still had her eyes closed.  

I chuckle and kiss her temple. "I'm not daddy, baby girl."

She doesn't say anything for a quick moment but then her eyes snapped open wide and she looks at me. Selena starts to shake and wiggle trying to get out of my arms, but I just held her close to me to keep her still. Panic and fear course through her body as she starts to understand what's happening.

"STOP. NO, LET ME GO. PLEASE NO. NO!" She cries, still wiggling in my arms. I hate seeing her like this, but I'm only doing what's best for her. Her warm tears start streaming down her face has her body starts to shake in fear.

"Shhhh, stop it's okay. You're okay, I won't let anything hurt you. " I cooed down at her terrified form. She looks me into my eyes and eventually realized I wasn't letting her go. Her body and her mind start to give up on the fight, falling limp into my arms. 

I walked out of the house hearing her soft cries from below me. Do I feel bad? No, absolutely not. I finally have the love of my life in my arms, I feel no remorse. Ever since I seen Selena at the park on her thirteenth birthday, I knew she was going to be mine. Every day I watched her, and everyday she never noticed me. Watching soon wasn't enough when her fourteenth birthday came around and I just had to let her know I was there, waiting.

I open the door to the back seat of my car and softly put her in. I put the child lock on and close it. Walking to the trunk, I go to grab a rag and a unlabeled spray bottle. I put some of odorless liquid onto the rag and set it back in the trunk. Taking the rag, I walk back to Selena. When I open the door, I see her jump. She had been rummaging around the car, probably looking for a weapon of some sort.

"You aren't going to find anything." I chuckled. She looked at me with so much fear in her eyes. I smirked to myself thinking that in time it won't be fear but lust in those eyes. Just the thought of it alone is enough to make me yearn for her touch. Solemnly, I put the rag on her face and I see her jump. Immediately her hands come up and try to fight my hands to take it off her nose and mouth. I roll my eyes at her useless attempt to stop anything and I pin her arms back. With one hand, I hold her writs back. With the other, I take the white rag and engulf her airways with the toxin. In one last attempt, she starts to hold her breath. 

"Breathe," I told her, scared that she might actually hold her breath until she passes out. My worries are quickly settled when I finally see her breathe in. I watch as her eyes flutter close and I let out a big sigh of relief that I had gotten her with little to no trouble. 

I closed her car door. Once I had her situated, I jump into the drivers seat of the car and back out of the driveway. Driving forward, I park the car up the street a little. I leave the car running and I jog to the trunk of the car. I pull out a knife and some fake blood. Quickly running back into her house, I walk through the previous rooms I explored earlier and splatter the fake blood on the furnitures and walls. I rummage through some things to make it seem like I was looking for something, making sure to wear gloves.

I locked the door to her house and tossed the bloodied knife into their outside garbage bin and ran back to my car, getting in the driver seat. Looking back at Selena I see her laying with her head against the glass of the window. I allow myself to smile before turning on the heater and pulling out onto the street, "Finally."

Selena's POV 

I woke up in a room I don't recognize. What the heck? I looked around thinking of what happened but then suddenly I remembered, it all came back to me in a quick flash. I was kidnapped, the sender of all those unknown messages for two years had come into my room and kidnapped me. He warned me that he would see me soon. I started to hyperventilate thinking of all the things he could do to me. I realized that I was cuffed to the bed by my hands and I started to pull on them only to have them cut into my hands. Fear starts to sink in as all the things he could've done to me already starts to run through my mind,

"Hey get me out!" I screamed into the abyss. I soon hear footsteps start from under me, running up the stairs in this place. The door quickly burst open and I instinctively jump out of fear.

"Are you okay?" The boy huffed. He ran up to me and scanned over my body with worry in his eyes. This boy didn't look the same as the one who took me from my house last night, but I was honestly too scared to study him.

I didn't respond back, I was too busy sobbing. His light brown eyes looked up at me, and his face immediately softened when our eyes connected.

"What's wrong?" He asked again. I couldn't bring myself to answer him so I just kept crying. He caresses my check with his finger, looking at me with some softness in his eyes,

"Shhh." He consoled me while kissing the tears on my cheeks. He pulls out a key from his back pocket and unlocked the handcuffs. After that, he pulled me onto his lap and whispered soothing things in my ears while rubbing circles on my back. It took me a while, but I eventually pushed him off of me before crawling to the corner of the room. His scent... it's the same one I smelt on my pillow.

"No, please leave me alone." I barely croaked out. I looked up at him to see his eyes have a hint of sadness before they quickly turned black with anger. Oh no.

He marches over to the corner i had buried myself in. He grips my hips with some force, digging his nail beds into my side. He sits me on the tall bed before wrapping one arm around my waist and the other gripping my chin so I don't look away. He pushes himself in between my legs so we are the same height. 

"Listen here, princess. You're in MY house now, you're going to follow my rules. Do you know how rude it was for you to reject me after comforting you?" He closes the little gap between us and hold my chin with a little more force than before. "Hun, i could trap you in my basement and wait until you starve and wither away, but no. I'm not, am I? I'm here, giving you clothes, a warm bed, food, and anything else you could ever ask for. I advise you to follow my rules before I throw your ass down in that cold dark room. Do you understand me?"

I look him in the eye and nod, not having the strength to answer with words. 

"Rule Number 1: Answer me when I'm talking to you." He spat. Anger clearly evident in his eyes.

"Y-yes." I stuttered. He anger diminished and he offered me a charming smile while he starts to rub his thumb across my cheekbone. Bipolar much? 

"My name is Justin, but you are to only call me Sir. Is that understood?"

I nodded my head but he shot me a glare. 

"Yes sir, I-I'm sorry," I muttered, my face turning red from embarrassment.

"It's alright kitten," He said, giving me a small smile.

"Rule number 2: I expect you do whatever I ask the first time I say it, if not, you will be given a punishment.

Rule number 3: You don't talk to anybody that I haven't given you permission to talk to. I don't need more trouble than I already have.

Rule number 4: No escaping. At all. Don't even think about it.

Rule number 5: You're mine Selena, you don't forget that. I own you. Breaking any of these rules will result in punishment." He replied seriously. His eyes drill into mine as he waits for my answer.

"I understand, sir." I replied, scared as heck. He sends me a toothy grin and he runs his arm down to my thighs and starts to rub them. He tugged on my body a little, pushing my legs so that they will wrap around his waist. Our nose's touch and he gives me a smile. "You're beautiful you know that?" 

I instantly blushed at his comment. "Thank you, sir." I murmured. 

He opened his mouth, getting ready to response when we heard noises and a loud shout from downstairs.

"BOSS. CODE RED."

Justin's eyes got really wide and his eyesight drops from mine. "Fuck," he says to himself. He looks at the bedroom door and shakes his head.  

"Stay here. I swear to god if you move from this spot I will punish you," he stated with nothing but seriousness. He looks back at me and maintains eye contact. I see some type of emotions run through his eyes and a cold chill runs up my spine.

I quickly nodded and murmured a 'yes sir'. He rubbed my cheekbone and pecked my cheek before running to the closet on the other side of the room and grabbing some bags from the top shelf. He started to shove some clothes in there, taking them off the hangers and throwing them to the side. Once filled, he grabs another bag and disappears into another door, which I'm assuming is a bathroom. Eventually, the room was pretty much empty. 

"BOSS. 10 MINUTES, WE GOTTA GO NOW." The same voice shouted from somewhere else in the building. 

"OKAY," Justin yells back. He looks at me and says, "I'll be right back. You better not move."

He ran downstairs with all the bags he packed. After a few moments of random noises coming from downstairs, he comes back up and swings the door open. He was now empty handed and he seemed much more in a rush than before. He picked me up off the bed and set me on the floor. After situating my clothing, he grabs my hand. "Don't say a word." He grits through his teeth, protectiveness lacing every single syllable.

"Yes sir."

He opens the door and he guides me down the stairs. Looking around, it's a very wealthy house. I got to be in a good neighborhood. Justin presses a button on a black object in the kitchen before picking me up off my feet. He throws me over his shoulder and he runs into the garage. There is only one car in the garage - a black Range Rover. He put me in the passenger seat and buckled me in before running to the driver side and getting in. The garage door opens and Justin backs out in reverse, without looking back. He puts the car into drive and he starts to drive off, without doing his seatbelt.

"I guess I owe you an explanation for all this, right?" He asked me. He takes a slight glance towards me and he grabs my left hand, setting it on his lap. I look over at him before glancing at the speedometer. We are going 80 miles per hour right now, I don't want him getting distracted. "No, sir. Not right now." 

"Okay well. Just go to sleep then kitten, it's going to be a long ride." He replied, sounding worried about me.  

"Do you know how much you are going over that speed limit? A-and you're not wearing a seatbelt." I replied completely ignoring his concern for me. His sigh turned into a low chuckle.

"Oh baby girl, I don't need to play by the rules, but you do." He replied cockily. 

"Why not?" I say, full of attitude.  

He lets out a loud laugh before speeding up, "Babygirl, I'm Justin Bieber."  

My eyes widen. He said he was Justin Bieber, Bieber is the most wanted criminal. I was kidnapped by the most wanted criminal.

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Edited : May 10, 2022.
Words : 2468