Isabelle snuggled her back closer to whatever was really warm behind her. She sighed, content at the moment, wanting to just stay there forever. The smell of chocolate surrounded her so that made this all the better. Wait. Chocolate? Why do I smell chocolate? My room's not supposed to smell like chocolate! Isabelle then opened her eyes to see blue blankets and not her purple one's that she's been sleeping with for the past couple of years.

She sat up in alarm as what happened last night came back to her, someone covering her mouth and then seeing a bright pair of blue eyes before blacking out. She was stopped from sitting up all the way by an arm that was wrapped around her waist, pulling her back and towards them. Isabelle relaxed a little for a moment before she became rigid and screamed, trying to push the person off and away from her.

Isabelle had no idea why she waited so long to scream, but that didn't matter, what matter was the guy that had fallen out of the bed and landed on the floor, only knowing this because she heard an "oomph," and she couldn't feel the person touching her anymore.

Sitting up all the way, she heard the person curse and start to stand up. Not wasting any time in this little advantage, she dashed towards the door, wanting to just get out of there and go back home. But of course, since luck just seem to hate her so much, the person was able to get up at lightning speed and wrap his arms around her waist, keeping her away of her freedom.

Isabelle screamed again and was lifted off the ground and tried to kick the person with as much force she had. "Let me go!" she screamed, "I won't tell anyone that you kidnapped me if you do." She started to kick again and she hit something. By the sound of what she hit, it sounded like she hit his leg because he cursed under his breath again and through her on the bed.

The guy jumped on the bed after her, keeping her pinned to the soft material as he said, "you're not going anywhere, ever. Got that?" His eyes seemed to come together in confusion for a moment before it cleared and he put on the same hard face he had on earlier.

Isabelle didn't answer him, she only stayed like she was. If he thought that she was going to stay here forever, he was greatly mistaken. She would be out of here the second he took his eyes off of her for even a moment.

Suddenly Isabelle recognized this guy as the guy at the mall that paid for her pie and cookies. Now she was just furious. This guy probably had it all planned out, try to be all nice to her and if he was lucky, gain her trust after a while if she started to talk to him, before following her home to kidnap her. Wow, what a way to get someone to like or talk to you. Note the sarcasm.

After a moment, the guy sat up, letting her sit up also but cautiously to see if she would make a run for it. When she didn't, the guy relaxed a little bit and let her sit up all the way before asking, "what's your name, princess?"

Princess? Did he just call me princess? Maybe this guy was just a lunatic if he thought that she was a princess. Or maybe just a plain idiot and jerk, which he was. Many other unladylike names of what she thought of him were running through her mind but thought it would be best not to voice any of them.

"Like I'm going to tell you," Isabelle retorted, "what's yours? If you tell me, I might tell you mine, after all, you did kidnap me." Isabelle moved a foot away from him but she was still on the bed, just wanting to be as far away from the guy as possible.

Isabelle suddenly remembered Abby and hoped that she was okay and not in this mess. If she wasn't, Abby must be worried sick about her but she couldn't worry about that at the moment. The more pressing issue at hand here was the guy in front of her.

"Alright, fine, my names Jared, now what's yours?" Jared seemed to be pretty eager to know what her name was. She looked over at him, about to tell him to leave her the heck alone when she saw that he was only in boxers. Isabelle blushed a little as she saw this and then the hard six pack that was riding his stomach. It had her mouth watering for a moment from him looking so hot and seeing the abs until she saw him smirk. She looked away from him and tried to make up for her little embarrassment and said, "I'm Isabelle."

"Well Isabelle, it's nice to meet you, maybe not in these conditions of yours, but I'm just glad to finally know your name. You have no idea how long it's been killing me to know what your name is."

Her name from his lips seemed magical and seemed to dance right off of his lips like they belonged there. She loved the way her name sounded coming from his lips. She shook her head, trying to clear that thought away from it and questioned, "and why is that?"

Jared just shrugged, not looking like he really wanted to say why he did. While he did that, Isabelle looked around, trying to think of something on how she could escape.

Her stomach growled, indicating that she was hungry and asked, "am I allowed to eat?" She was embarrassed by her stomach growling and really, this whole ordeal upset and disturbed her. Because really, being kidnapped, she would have imagined being locked in a cage and not in some guy's bedroom cuddling with him while sleeping, that was just weird. She shook her head slightly, getting rid of the thought.

Jared nodded towards her, "yes, of course you can. I'm not going to starve you." She also thought that she would get barely any food from because he kidnapped her, so she was majorly surprised when he said this. He stood up, walking towards a closet to get some clothes. Isabelle's eyes were drawn to the muscle on his back and arms, they just seemed to be so hot. All she wanted to do was run her hands ov- stop that Isabelle! The guy kidnapped you! You're not supposed to be thinking like this! She shook her head again but mentally, trying to clear her mind.

She watched him as he got dressed but directed her eyes away, knowing she shouldn't be feeling like this, especially when he touched her where she felt all tingly. She just hadn't realized it earlier though because he had been touching her before, only now noticing it when he left.

Isabelle sighed and wondered if there were any other clothes she could change into, if he would let her that is. She didn't want to walk around in her pajamas all day. Oh well, it was the morning, she could live with it for now. Standing up when Jared was dressed, she waited for him to go, if he was going to feed her, she might as well take the opportunity and not waste it. She'll take the food whenever she could.

Jared turned to her and asked, "ready to go?" Isabelle nodded and said, "then let's go." He turned to the door and walked towards it. He held it open for her, which she raised an eyebrow towards because she thought it was weird but walked through it anyways.

Jared led her down the hallway and down a flight of stairs. He then led her down one more hallway before reaching the living room and right past that was the kitchen. Leading her into it, he turned around and said, "have anything you want." He waved his hand around the kitchen, letting her know that he meant what he said.

The kitchen was huge, just like the rest of the house. Was it really this big? How many people lived here? More and more questions were running through her head but she didn't know how to ask them or even if she should.

Isabelle started searching through the cupboards and felt torn for a moment between cereal and pancakes. In the end, it was cereal because she didn't think she could handle all that time to just make the pancakes. She sat down on at the table once her cereal was poured and started to eat it, wondering how on earth she was ever going to get out of here and hoping that Abby wasn't in this same fate.

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