Your Sweetest Lies

"So tell me about yourself," he asked calmly. He sat cross-legged beside me on the cold, hard ground where we had just finished having sex.

"There isn't much to tell, honestly. I am just your average, ordinary girl who's trying to make something of her life," I fiddled with my thumbs as I said this. He looked me up and down and placed a cold hand on my thigh.

"I don't think you're just some normal girl. Everyone has a backstory. It doesn't matter who you are, you always have a backstory. Give me your name at least," his calm tone made her feel safe, ironically. I had no idea why he kidnapped me and then trusts me to stay around.

"My name is Anna. I don't talk about my past," I know I sound like one of those girls from movies where she has a bitter past and refuses to let anyone in because she's a brick wall. But it's the truth. I had a rough past and after that, I was careful with who I let it. Maybe that's why I seek and crave attention.

He pursed his lips and ran his thumb along my thigh. "I told you I wasn't going to hurt you. I didn't just mean physically," he looked into her eyes to get some sort of sign of trust, but didn't get one. I looked at his eyes. The green was breathtaking. It was like looking into a whole other universe, one you could get lost in. They say your eyes are the gateway to your soul and if that's true, he had the most beautiful soul I had ever seen.

I reached up and touching his cheek with my hand. I don't know why I feel this way when I'm near him. I don't know what this feeling is, but it's scaring me. I stroked his cheek with my thumb, holding his jaw with the rest of my fingers and palm. I started to cry, I have no idea why.

"What's wrong?" he grabbed my hand and got closer to me, holding me. He wrapped his other hand around my waist and held me tight. He planted a soft, gentle kiss on the top of my forehead which made me cry even harder.

"It's just confusing," I cried. "My whole life, I have felt like this empty shell, going to bars with friends, partying, thinking getting wasted and having sex with guys would make me feel some sort of happiness or fulfillment." I looked up at his eyes again, for reassurance. "And then as soon as you come along, I feel alive. It's crazy," I laugh through the tears. He clutches onto me tighter, kissing my wet cheek.

"I guess now's a good time to tell you why I had to take you here," he said, a slight sadness escaping from his lips. He said softly, "I took you here because I've been watching you this whole time. I've been in the same bars with you, I've been at the same parties you have. I've watched you try and drown yourself in booze and lust," he hesitated. "I thought it was weird how we would always meet at the same places, on the same days, at the same times. After last night with your friends, I knew I had to do something. Anything to make you stop slowly killing yourself," he looked at my eyes with such sincerity. I stared back at him, his eyes.

"If you want to, you can leave. I'd understand. It's weird for me to kidnap you just to say 'hey stop killing yourself with alcohol' right? I mean, I never once spoke to you until today. I don't even like that word. 'kidnap' I prefer to use the word 'saving,'" he broke eye contact and looked down and my hand in his. "I just want you to stop hurting yourself. You're too young and pretty to die so quickly," I didn't know what to say so I kissed him. I took my hand out of his grasp and placed it under his chin, lifted it up and filled whatever gap was between us. I placed my tongue inside his mouth and intertwined it with his. I was exploring every inch of his mouth with my tongue. My heart started racing which only made me want to kiss him longer. I took my hand from his jaw and placed it on his chest, clutching his shirt.

He lifted me off the ground and placed me on his lap, never breaking the kiss. I felt his erection from under me, so I wiggled my butt on his cock. This made him twitch and grab the back of my shirt, scratching me. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it off his body. He grabbed my hair and pulled it, breaking the kiss. We were both breathless. He pulled my hair to make me look at him in his eyes.

"I want you to know something, Anna," he stared at my eyes, there was fire in his eyes again. "I don't know what it is about you, but you drive me crazy," and with that being said, he shoved his tongue back into my mouth and began to choke me.

And I liked it.