Chapter 2 :3
"What?" I mannaged to squeak, more out of being close to him than actually being scared.
"I mean you can't leave here." He said quietly, looking at the ground and scuffing his foot like a child who knows they have done something wrong, and are forced to admit it.
"Why are you saying this?!" I asked, almost enraged by my own confussion, he obviously seemed guilty about it. "Are you one of those serial killers or something?!" I added in a thoughtful, but firm voice, "Because if you are, I think I can take you, as long as you don't have any knives or anything."
Then he did the thing I least expected, he started laughing! "No, you silly, silly girl!" Ryan said in between chuckles, "Your not leaving this house because I won't let you!"
"Oh, really?" I asked, making it not sound like a question. I bolted towards the door. But Ryan got there first, by a long shot. He was behind me one moment, the next I feel a strong breeze. My hair whipped into my eyes, and I tried to stop, instead I skidded to the door, and right into Ryan's arms.
I felt his arms tighten around my waist. My eyes were still watering from the whipping from my own traitorous hair, so the only reason I knew I was pinned to Ryan's bed was because of the softness of the sheets. An electric shock thundered through my body where his touched mine. Why wasn't I resisting?! Why would my body not respond to my minds comand?! Why wouldn't it move? Run?
Just then a little woman with a motherly face peeked in. My savior! The good part of my mind sighed with relief, my other ninty percent sighed with irritation. She took one look at my situation and sighed, "Must you always be so rough young Master?" She said formally, bowing a little.
"She tried to run." He said simply, turning his head slightly, but not moving from his electrifying possition.
"Oh for pete's sake, get off of the poor child!" Her formal mask fell to peices, replaced by a maturnal look, one that scolded but showed the care hidden beneath. She scuttled over to us, and Ryan lifted hisself gracefully, if not reluctantly, off of me. She held her hand out to me and said, "Here dearie, let's get you cleaned up." I took the proffered hand. She hoisted off the bed with more strength than she looked or should have had. She led me into the bathroom and out of a very unwilling Ryan's room.
I was still thinking about the way his touch made me feel when she started the water in the shower, feeling it to try to get it to the right tempature for a comfortably warm shower. I looked around and tried to take in what the room looked like. It had a beautiful vanity with wall length mirror and counter tops. a tub the size of a jakuzi, a closet, snall chair, and gold embroidered toilet. The shower itself was almost as big as the bathroom, with a big stained glass door which you could only see vauge outlines of what was inside, which would probably become even more indestinct when water and mist covered it.
"Wow." I said as I looked the door behind me and started taking off my close. I decide I shouldn't fight back, especially if it involved a warm shower in such a beautiful shower.
"Now you better hustle that bustle missy! We can't leave the young master waiting too long, for he can get mighty impatiant, and no one really knows what he can do if he is at the end of his supply of patience." The woman said as she found the right temp. I climbed into the shower and washed myself. Before I shut the door, I caught a sight of me in the mirror. My long strait brunnette hair was a rats nest, and my face was pailler than usual, but what caught my attention was the choker that hung low on my throat...
To be Continued. :3
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