My Dear Kidnapper
Ramk
What possible role can a kinapper play in your life?
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I noticed that all the other prisoners were already standing, only I was still crouching on the floor.
He went around me and took my arm. Not roughly, but determinedly, he pulled it and I got up. My knees were stiff and it hurt to straighten them. I would have loved to stretch out my hands and massage them carefully, but that wasn't possible because of the handcuffs. I felt pretty pathetic. I could barely stand and my wrists were handcuffed.
He was still holding my arm, which might be a good thing. He carefully turned me around now.
"I'll get another kiss from you," he said and grinned at me.
Everyone around me was busy with their loved ones. They encouraged each other, assured each other that they were all right. Was I the only one who didn't know anyone here? Looked like it. It was scary.
He put a hand under my chin and lifted it. He was pretty big. I felt like a tiny crab next to a huge lobster. His eyes were dark brown. Did I mention that I have a thing for guys with dark eyes? What
The young Tanz leaned down to me and kissed me gently on the mouth. Very easily. Quite different from Jona always. I forbade myself any further thought. That didn't really matter now.
I hadn't even noticed that I had closed my eyes. When he got up I opened it again. We looked deep into each other's eyes, deeply, deeper than I had ever done with anyone. Well, he was grinning, which made it a little unromantic. And the laughter from his father and brother wasn't really pleasant either, but it could have been worse.
Vengeance is sweet.