Page 5 of My Captive's Heart
Rita yanks my wrist, ripping my attention away from him.
“Who’re you looking at?” she asks curiously.
“Ah! No one,” I lie, discreetly staring over her shoulder. I frown when there’s no sign of my boyfriend. I search the mass of bodies and jolt when I see his back walking toward the rear of the club.
At the last second, he pauses and peers back, finding me at once.
He inclines his head subtly in a command to follow him.
As he disappears, I glance at Rita. “Hey! I’m on my way to the haunted house. You coming?”
“Nah!” She grins. “I think I’ll stick around for longer.”
Translation: she’s going home with the bartender.
I’m all too pleased.
Hugging her goodbye, I quickly run to the back of the hallway. I can’t keep the grin off my face at Matt’s surprise. I’m loving this dark side of him.
Here I come, my captor.
THREE
MOLLY
I step outsidethe metal door into a dark and dirty alley.
It bangs shut.
I jump, despite knowing it was coming.
Pin-drop silence descends on us.
Pressing a hand to my heart, I saunter ahead. I have no clue where Matt went. He couldn’t have gone far since he lured me to come back out here. Exiting the alley, I see a large cornfield across the empty street. At night, it’s a creepy and haunting vision.
My head snaps toward a movement to the right.
Matt stands with his head tilted and a hand inside his pants pocket near the opening into the field.
Does he want us to play our scene out there?
We settled on the haunted house. So, why the change of mind?
Perhaps he’d be more comfortable with no people around.
Yeah, that must be it.
A thrill goes down my spine when he crooks a finger at me and turns around. I don’t waste a single second and crossthe road. The streetlight flickers before dimming as I reach the clearing.
One step, and my petite frame is swallowed by the tall maize.
Matt vanishes again.
God! He’s really fucking with my head.
I smile like a lunatic about to pop her fantasy cherry.
The wind blows, ruffling my waist-length hair that I dyed burgundy several months ago. I’ve braided the top while letting the ends fall down my back in beach waves.
