Chapter 5 - His Bed

*******Maddison's POV*******

I woke up this morning unusually comfy...

It was odd for me to wake up feeling normal and content these days. Ever since I was brought here I was so scared of what fate had in store for me...

Though, nothing too bad ever really happened to me during my time of being brought here.

I thought that living amongst these rogues meant that I would be used as a sex slave, or maybe just a slave in general... but he would never allow for anyone else to touch or even speak to me since I got here.

I've heard so many cries of pain and numerous amounts of females being abused in the cells. But never would he actually hurt me the same way the other men would hurt their possessions.

Minus the times when he would use me for my blood... that of course hurt like hell... and maybe that was my whole purpose of being here?

Maybe he was some sort of vampire/wolf hybrid and he just liked drinking my specific kind of blood?

Well, at least that's what I've assumed for the past year... right up until last night that is...

Last night was different. He was actually weak and drained. I literally thought he was going to die without drinking my blood which shocked me completely.

Surely I'm not keeping him alive or something? He always seems so strong and intimidating?

He almost reminds me of my father with how scary and dominant he can be when he talks.

My father... I would die to see him again, along with my Mother and brother Karson... I still have hope though. I believe I'll get back to them some day!

I don't know what came over me.

I could have made a run for it last night.

I could have taken the cell key and made a dash for the back door that was only around the corner from where my cell was.

I only know that since thats the way he would always take me out when we went on walks through the woods to get me some 'fresh air' as he would say...

But I still didn't leave him.

I knew deep down that I had to save him. Something wouldn't allow me to leave. It was almost impossible.

I was even completely shocked with how he had cared so much for me last night too after I was literally bleeding to death!

I was expecting him to maybe help bandage me up before putting me back into my blood soaked bed and leaving me for the night...

But here I was, currently laying beside him in his large plush bed, with one of his muscular, heavy arms draped over my waist.

Which brings me back to the feeling of being content when I had woke up this morning... how weird is that?

Feeling safe and content in my kidnappers arms?

Crazy I know.

Maybe if I get on his good side for a while he would consider letting me go? Or even letting me contact my parents at least to tell them I'm still alive and well.

I can only imagine how distraught my mother is right now, not to mention how angry my father must be.

My father will stop at nothing to get me back. I can trust that. But somethings telling me that there's more to this kidnapper than what he lets off.

It's up to me to get to the bottom of it...

I wriggle around like a fish out of water, trying to get out of his iron grip but failing miserably as my senses begin to focus on the fact that I now need to desperately pee!

I had been awake for what felt like an hour now and I couldn't hold it for much longer...

I also didn't want to see the look on his face if I wet his bed after he was kind enough to let me sleep up here last night.

"My pretty little thing better stop moving around or I won't be happy for much longer..." His rough voice breaks the silence, causing me to tense completely in instinct of hearing him speak.

He was so authoritative.

It was kinda hot too...

"What the heck! He kidnapped us Mads! We shouldn't think so highly of him... though I can't deny that he is weirdly hot..."

My wolf Mia states in my mind, causing me to roll my eyes at her.

"Uhh... I'm really really sorry but I... I kinda have to use the bathroom... and fast..." I squeak out, hoping for him to let me out of his iron grip.

After a minute passes, of me clenching my thighs together as tight as possible, he eventually lifts his large tree trunk arm off of me, allowing me to leap up before making a dash for the bathroom.

"Wrong door sweet cheeks. Second one." He states, after I open the first door in his room, finding a small closet filled with shoes and coats.

He had three doors in total, one being his walk in closet that I seen him go in last night, this one being what seems like his shoes/coats closet. Which leaves the middle door to be the bathroom!

Hallelujah!

Also why the heck was he using so many pet names for me? I know that I refused to tell him my real name and all... but he usually doesn't call me such nice names...

The worst part of this whole thing was that when he uses these pet names, I can't ignore the butterflies that erupt within my stomach.

It almost feels right?

Why does he have such an effect on me? He kidnapped me and took me away from my home and my family...

So why did I save him?