Kidnapped by the hot beast

He chuckled.

He pulled me closer

"What the..."

He kissed me, cutting me off. I rested my hands on his chest, waited for him to stop.

The past experiences did show me somethings. One was that it was useless to resist.

"I missed you too", he said softly, once he pulled apart, his fingers brushing my cheeks.

I glared at him.

He raised his eyebrow questionably.

"You can't just kiss me whenever you like", I seethed.

"I think I can"

"No you..."

He kissed me again. After a long kiss, he pulled away.

"See I can", he said, making his point clear, looking smug.

Its just pointless.

I just kept my silence. I was no longer scared of him. I was... agitated.

How could he just leave me alone for the last two weaks. Did he forget about me and found something more interesting to keep him busy. Is this what my life worth? Now how can he just suddenly show up and act that cool like nothing happened.

All that time I was alone to let my imaginations torcher me. I knew I had no choice but to wait. And when I didn't know that how long I was going to wait, it suffocated me. It could be one month, two months, half a month or a whole year for all I knew.