Captured

Summary:The sequel to Lost Love. Rated T, for a VERY good reason.

Holly's P.O.V

Cold. Dark. Silent. All the things I hated most. And, although I wouldn't admit it to anybody, I was scared. I was alone and confused. I tried to scream, but a gag prevented that. I wanted to run, but hard metal stopped me. I was trapped.

I felt someone sit at my feet. I wanted it to be my rescuer, but common sense told me it would be my kidnapper. I kicked him hard.

"Now now, Holly, no need to be violent." A chuckle, without any cheer.

Artemis?

"Oh Frond," I whispered, but of course no noise came out. It was him. He was the one who'd kidnapped me!

I felt him clamber on top of me, his warm breath ticking down my neck. I shuddered. Leave me alone! I wanted to scream. Get away from me, you horrible monster!

Soft hands untied my gag, but left my blindfold. "Who are you?" I spat.

"Guess." A command, not a suggestion

"It's you, isn't it, Fowl? You have a sick habit of kidnapping me."

A sigh. "I thought we were over the first time?"

Another kick. "Get off me, you evil b-"

"Language, Miss Short. We don't want a punishment before we've even become comfortable, do we?"

"Comfortable? Here? With you? Dream on, Fowl."

"I thought we were on first name terms? If we aren't, a Sir will do. Or at the very least Master Fowl."

I was shaking, from anger rather then fear. "You have a sick mind, Fowl. Sick and twisted."

He silenced me with a kiss. Suddenly, I realised why I was here.

He was jealous.

Jealous that I was with another man, and refused to love him. Yeah, sick and twisted was right. Kidnap a girl because she was engaged!

He eventually pulled away. He was perched on my feet, so I couldn't kick him.

"Take off my blindfold," I growled.

"Say pl-"

"TAKE IT OFF!" I screamed.

I was embarrassed to discover a tear dripping down my cheek. Just a single tear, of course. But Artemis noticed that. He noticed everything.

He ran his finger beneath my eye. "Are you going to cry?" I was pleased to hear the concern in his voice.

I kicked at him again. "Idiot. I won't cry." But I couldn't stop myself from shuddering when his hands ran down my arms. He found this amusing.

"Are you frightened of me?"

I scowled. "You? Your not serious?"

His hands tickled across me again. I was still blinded, and uneasily aware of how close he was to me. Then he started getting 'curious'. Touching personal places.

"Are you frightened now?"

I snorted. "Are you?"

But he simply laughed when I tried to kick him. "Ooo, yes, very scary."

He crept closer, making my breathing uneven. He twirled my hair through his fingers, putting his lips at my throat. "You should be scared, precious. Do you know what you've done wrong?"

Let him see how terrified I was, that's what I'd done wrong. Somehow, I didn't think that was the right answer.

"Well?" His lips crept further down my body, next to his hands. "Do you?"

"Made friends with you? Not killed you when I saw you here?"

"Ha ha, very amusing." His voice was tense and strained. Good. "Like I said before, don't get punished now, before we've even started."

"Started what, exactly? You haven't been exactly welcoming."

I couldn't see, but I was sure he would've rolled his eyes. Sick of me already. "It's called kidnapping, Holly. Do you know what that is?"

"Yep. It's when you capture someone, without them knowing who you are, and starve them etc. Generally it doesn't involve kissing whoever you've kidnapped."

"Hilarious, I'm sure. But it won't work."

"What won't?" I asked innocently.

Then there was the horrible searing pain in my left shoulder. Blackness surrounded me.