Chapter 1

Amanda made her way through the large mall. It was late and only a few people remained in the usually busy outlets. She walked quickly, eager to change from her work clothes to a large sweatshirt. After paying for her new running shoes and an evening outfit for tomorrow's date, she began walking to the nearest drinking fountain. She nearly ran to it, a feeling of unease loomed above her body. She turned down what should have been a hallway but was cut short by a large door leading to a storage room. She found the drinking fountain nearly next to it, satisfying her thirst she turned to leave. Before she could take a step and hand from behind clamped over her mouth, her purse and bags fell to the ground with a small thud. He pinned her arms to her side by wrapping his other long arm all the way around her petite waist. She could already tell the fight was lost. He had complete control over her body. He turned around and ran into the storage closet. He threw her on the hard ground, knocking the wind out of her. While she was grasping for the lost breath he shut the door and locked it. He turned around once again and jumped on top of her. He whipped a rag from his back pocket and quickly tied it around her mouth. Amanda threw punches, but missed her mark. He gained control of her hands and snapped her own handcuffs on her wrists. Next he removed her gun from its holster and threw it across the surprisingly large storage room. He stood up and found joy in her helpless situation. She was at his beckoning call. She laid there, immobile. Storage boxes surrounded her body. She looked up at her captor, anger filled her eyes. He had a ski mask on covering his entire face, except his jade green eyes. They pierced her soul. She noticed his dark black hair was disheveled. It looked like it hadn't been brushed in days. He was large and muscly. He had long arms and legs, his toned chest and biceps made up for the abnormality. She could tell from his arms that he was very tan, probably Latino or something close to it, or maybe he spent all his time in the sun. A deep rumbling emitted from his mouth.

"I usually go for blondes, but damn, your the sexiest I have ever caught." He didn't have an accent, throwing out the Latino idea.

Amanda glared at his jade green eyes, refusing to show her fear.

"I can already tell your gonna be a fun one." The man smirked.

"No funny business sweetheart, or tonight's going to be really uncomfortable."

He grinned when he saw the horror in Amanda's eyes.

"That's right. We are staying here tonight. When I trust you we can go back to my place, hopefully that will be tomorrow, but it's completely up to you my darling."


Fin redialed Amanda's number for the 5th time that hour. It still went to her voicemail. He left a message every single time. He tried to keep the worry from overcoming his body. She probably just forgot she was suppose to call him and she already fell asleep. He fought the urge to drive over to her apartment and check on her, but he didn't want to seem overprotective, after all they had just started dating a few months ago. He tried to reassure himself that she was fine and that her beautiful face would be back at the precinct in the morning. He turned on the tv and tried to take his mind off of his irrational thinking.


Amanda woke up in the same storage room as a few hours earlier. Now the light was off and her captor was peacefully asleep next to her restrained body. She looked over and fought the urge to spit at his face. She still had the gag around her mouth and her handcuffs were tightly clasped around her small wrists. She started to think like a cop. How the hell was she going to get out of here? She struggled to sit up, she shifted as quietly as possible, hoping to not wake up her captor. Finally she reached the desired sitting position. Her legs were crossed in front of her, she used her momentum and came to a standing position. She crept to the door and tried twisting the knob. damn. Locked. Amanda fought a scream of frustration. She looked around the room. Her eyes rested on a black object in the corner. Her gun! She raced over and tripped over a small box in her path. She fell on her elbows unable to break the fall with any other body part. She yelped in pain. The thud woke her captor immediately. He sat up and looked over at her, his nostrils flared.

"You bitch!" He shouted and lunged at her. He grabbed her ankles and dragged her across the floor into his arms. He flipped her over from her stomach to her back. The blow to the face came before she could do anything. He punched her repeatedly in the face. Finally it stopped, tears fell freely down her bloody and bruised face.

"Don't you ever do that again. I can do a lot worse. Don't make me show you." The man growled. He pulled her over to where they had fell asleep before the whole ordeal. She willed her body to go to sleep again. All she could do was listen to his breathing regulate once again. She wouldn't try to escape again. It caused too much pain and it was too risky. Hopefully tomorrow Fin would find her and save her from anymore pain. She could feel in her body that this was just the beginning.


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