Hello people! Sorry I didn't update in so long but my birthday was a few days ago and I was excited. Well, enough talk, on with the story!

CHAPTER 3: MR. INTIMIDATING

LILY'S POV

I was walking down a pathway which had small, beautiful lilies (pun intended) at its sides. The sunshine was glittering off the vast lake and lovely, warm wind was caressing us. I sighed, feeling content. I began swinging our entwined hands, I smiled up at him, at his handsome face. My Andrew.

His deep blue eyes were full of love. Love for me. But, I felt that something was wrong, and I started to feel uneasy. All of a sudden, Andrew's eyes changed from a calm blue to a fierce hazel. I stepped back with shock. His polo necked T-shirt changed to a leather jacket. It felt quite strange for him to wear a leather jacket on such a sunny day. The bright sunny sky suddenly turned into a gloomy overcast one. The wind grew colder and blew with more intensity. He stepped towards me and seized my wrists, locking them in his iron grip. I tried to pull away but I couldn't, he was way too strong.

"Let go of me!" I cried out but to no avail.

I began to scream and when my eyes opened, I found myself covered in sweat. My wrists burning. I sighed, it was just a dream. I realised that I was in an unknown room lying on a bed that wasn't mine. The room had a sloping roof, pale blue walls and a wooden floor. On the right side of the bed nearby a wide window there stood a desk with a chair. Then it hit me that I was bloody kidnapped. I noticed my jacked lying on the bed beside me. My jacket comforted me in this unfamiliar place.

I suddenly heard a deep male voice, "Sleeptalk, much?"

I turned to my left to see a guy in leather jacket sitting on an armchair in the corner with his legs on the coffee table. The first thought that came to my mind was- God! He is handsome. He had an aura of mystery around him. Then, I noticed his eyes...hazel! Wait...I know those damn eyes. He is my kidnapper! I suddenly felt scared of that devilishly good-looking face.

My eyes went wide taking him in and I bit my lip. "Who are you?" I mumbled.

As he stood up, I noticed his extremely messy hair that were stuck up at the back but it didn't make him any less handsome. It took him just two strides to reach the edge of the bed. I struggled to get away from him but my hands were tied to the bedpost. So that was the reason they seemed to be burning. He watched me, his expression unreadable.

He suddenly lifted his right leg and placed it on the bed and then placed his hands on the bedpost with my hand in between his. He leaned over me, his face inches from mine. His eyes were full of anger behind the lenses of his round glasses.

"Who are you?" I asked him again, my voice squeaky.

"Your worst nightmare" he answered in a husky voice, and I felt his warm breath on my face. My eyes went wide, my breath hitched and I whimpered.

"Scared of me, are you?" he said smirking at me. In any other situation I would've rolled my eyes but I seemed to be paralysed. He let go of the bedpost and leaned back with a smug look. He took his knee off the bed and went to the door. Before he could step out, I cried out desperately, ''Atleast untie my hands before you leave, they hurt like hell!''
He smirked a little and replied ''Good''
He stepped out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. I had no idea whether he would come back. I didn't want him to. His quiet demeanour scared me out of my wits. I shifted my head to get a look at my tied up hands. They were tied to the bedpost by a thin rope which was biting into my skin, making it raw red. I was surprised they weren't bleeding. My shoulders were aching, even though the bed was soft, I couldn't get comfortable. I wondered if he had charmed the rope due to which my wrists hurt so much. I looked around the room. There was a wide window but I couldn't see anything except the cloudy sky due to my position. There was a door across the bed which I assumed to be the bathroom. I could hear a clock ticking but I couldn't see it and the ticking sound sort of comforted me.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching the room. Knowing it was him, I took a deep breath to shout profanities at him. He entered, the sight of him irked me. He strode towards the armchair in the corner. My words died in my throat. He settled himself on the chair and sipped what I assumed to be juice from the glass he was holding and it made me realize how ravenous I was. My stomach grumbled, and in the silence, he heard it. He glanced at me and to irritate me further, he took a big gulp of the juice and made a lip-smacking sound. I ignored him and my hunger. I had been here only for a few hours but this place was already making me very desperate to escape.

All of a sudden, I heard a popping sound and it made me jump. I saw that it was a house-elf with a tray in its hands. It came closer and I spotted a slice of toast, a bowl of what looked like porridge and a small pitcher of water and a glass. Taking his legs off the coffee table, my kidnapper said, ''Thank you Twitchy, you can out it on this table.''
''Does Master need anything else?'' the elf asked in a high squeaky voice.
''No that would be all Twitchy you may go now.''

Merlin, this was too much. First the juice and then the whole damn breakfast! Can't he go and eat somewhere else? Does he really have to rub it in my face? I gave a big sigh.

Without a word, he approached the bed, leaning over me, he untied my hands. It was such a relief. As he stepped back. I sat up and rubbed my red wrists. I don't know what came over to think it would be possible, I just jumped up from the bed and ran towards the door. I was just inches from it when his hand grabbed me by my waist and slammed me against the wall beside the door. My hazel-eyed kidnapper's expression was one I had never seen before. It was full of pure rage. It scared me to my core.

''Not. So. Fast.'' He hissed. Each word sent a chill down my spine.
''Why are you doing this? Why did you kidnap me?'' my voice came out in a whisper.

He stepped back without answering and taking firm grip of my arm, he dragged me towards the armchair he was previously sitting and flung me down on it.
''Eat.'' He said referring to the breakfast.

He left, shutting the door quietly behind him again. I stared at the plate of breakfast in front of me on the coffee table and I picked up the glass of water. I finished it in two big gulps, and I realized how thirsty I had been. I ignored the food, my hunger gone and picking up my jacket on the bed, I pulled it on and walked towards the window. The view I saw took my breath away. I was looking out at a valley, covered with the greenest fir trees and there were snow-capped mountains in the distance and the clouds were hanging low and the sky was grey. It was the most beautiful sight I ever had the pleasure of seeing. I was pretty sure we weren't in England anymore. I always wanted to travel and it was ironic that I was looking out at this beautiful valley while I was kidnapped. I sighed and pressed my forehead against the window pane. I imagined myself out of here, free, away from Mr. Intimidating and his messy hair and hazel eyes. I imagined myself walking down the forest-covered valley, my finger-tips brushing the dew-drops on the needle-shaped leaves, the cool fresh mountain air blowing through my hair. The image was so vivid that I could almost smell the fragrance of pine and hear the crunching sound my feet would make on the pine-needle strewn forest floor. My eyes snapped open. It was all just wishful thinking, I scoffed at myself. I was aching to get out of this room but I knew all my attempts at escape would be thwarted.

The door suddenly banged open. I whirled around, but before I could say a word to my kidnapper, I realized that it was not him. Oh my Merlin! Are all the kidnappers supposed to be so good-looking? This one was tall, but a little shorter and stockier than the messy-haired kidnapper. He had chin-length black hair and intense grey eyes. Both of the guys were handsome but this one had an air of aristocracy about him.

He shut the door and glanced at the plate of food. Then with his eyebrows raised, he moved towards me. He stopped three feet away and asked in a calm voice,
''Why haven't you eaten when you were specifically instructed to do so?''
''I don't want to eat.'' I replied simply, folding my arms across my chest. He stepped closer. Now he was just two steps away. He raised his eyebrows.
''Do you wish to starve to death?'' he asked.
I didn't feel scared of him like I was of Mr. Intimidating. Before I could answer, he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me towards the armchair. He flung me down on it and towered over me. Okay, this was getting old now.
''Look red-head, unless you want to die you better eat cause this is all you're going to get.''
''If I'd want to eat, I would. But I don't want to, so I won't. It's as simple as that.''
His lips twitched. ''Are you serious? No wait that's me.''
I raised my eyebrows in confusion.
''Fine have it your way, you're going to pay for it anyway'' he said and looking frustrated. He grinned at me and that was when I knew that I was in big trouble.

So, what fid you think? This is the last chapter that isn't mine. See ya later!