All Chapters of Falling for My Kidnapper: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SandraI looked into the mirror, gently applying the concealer to my eye to hide the greenish-brown fade of an old bruise. The key to the city to the biggest monster, I couldn't slow my thoughts, but I was getting better at controlling my mouth. It had been a week or more since I had upset him to the point that he laid his hands on me. Mrs. Detective Ryan Burd, or so the department referred to me, Nameless. I looked into the mirror attentively to be sure I didn't have to have any awkward "I'm clumsy" conversations. I stood up slowly. My hair fell to my shoulders. I wanted to have it cut but he wouldn't allow it. Told me if he wanted to date a man, he would have married one. I laughed inside at the thought of a gay Ryan and began brushing my tangles out. I stared at my face in the mirror. Light eye shadow, little eyeliner, and some gloss. Hopefully, this would pacify his insecurities. My black hair looked dark over the pale shade of my skin. I had more bruises on my arm but knew I

Ryan I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the lower south area. I needed a bump. I thought about my night with my wife. I will do better tonight, she will owe me anyway for allowing her to attend that movie without me. She got off easy considering but she always cries. Sometimes even screams and tells me Im hurting her. Begs me to stop. It just makes me wanna slam into her harder. She belongs to me. That slit is mine, I'll fuck it however I please. Most of the people in this city respect my authority. Except for my wife. She gets punished for it. There is the brotherhood gang. Bunch of worthless criminals, I will shoot them all if I have to. I can justify it easily. The captain didn't even really question it the last time. That old fool thinks I walk on water. Like Im Batman, Just here to save the city. I took the detective job to make more money. I never realized the freedom it would give me. Now I am a king. I had to find my informant Darrell in the south. He was a deale

SandraHe was smirking at me. I was afraid but I knew not to show him that. Even with all the hell Ry had caused me since he changed, he had once taught me what to do in a situation like this one. "Glad you know my name as clearly, Smoke is not yours," I said quietly looking him directly in his eyes. Blue eyes, not blue like the sky as most pretty boys adorne.. more dark and deep like the jacket the beast wears in that one Disney fairy tale most girls watch as a child. I always loved that one. I felt my breathing change and willed myself to look away from him. He looked at me curiously and smiled again. "Brave little cops wife," He said smiling. I didn't say a word. "Listen, darling, I have no intention of hurting you. Your hubby has become quite the pain in my ass. He walks around this city with that badge acting like a new king rising, pretending to be some kind of hero. When he is just as bad.." he paused and looked me up and down, not in the usual way a man would, but almost with p

SandraI closed the bathroom door as quickly as I could without breaking down. Once inside I fell to my knees, quietly sobbing into my hands. I had never shown anyone my bruises. I had not exposed my body in years but to Ryan, my husband. The detective, a drug dealer, apparently takes advantage of strung-out sex workers. All this time, I had allowed that monster to abuse me. Mind, body, and soul. Never again. I would get out of this cell and leave this place for good. He would never find me. I thought of the look on Smoke's face. He looked so broken. No smirk, No comments, No pity. Speechless. Maybe if I help him bring Ryan down, he will help me leave this place. He will help me never be found. I turned on the shower as hot as I could stand it. I wanted to wash it all away. The water felt good on my skin. I closed my eyes and thought of what I could do after. I had gone to school to be a paralegal. Maybe I could find a nice private practice that had a help-wanted ad. I thought of my fa

Sandra When I woke up and saw the box I was overjoyed. I opened it and started to fold my clothes, placing them in the dresser. I don't know how long I will be staying here but I didn't want to just leave my clothes in that box. I pulled out my books and laid them on the bedside table. A few other odds and ends also found their place in the room. The room no longer felt like a cage. It now made me believe I could be truly free. I still had a bit of sadness inside me, for Ryan. I don't understand why. I had spent a long time with him. After everything he put me through how could I care at all? I shook off the feeling and kept digging into the box. I pulled out the shoe box and felt tears threaten to fall from my eyes. I never thought I would see this box again. I decided not to open it and slid it under the bed. I did not need to bring myself to that level of tears. I missed my father every day. He was my first hero. He kept everything together after my mother took off when I was littl