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Chapter 10
Lliam felt his face go red as he thought about Liz’s question. He had said he would improvise, but he hadn’t thought about the girl needing it so soon. Every idea he had was more demeaning than the last, each were things Liz would probably never agree to…
“Crap…” he mumbled, this was going to be harder than he’d thought.
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Liz moaned. She hadn’t gone since she’d left her house earlier that afternoon, which amazed her. Usually she needed about three pit stops on her way to visit her friend, but surprisingly she didn’t have to this trip. Now though, it was painfully obvious she needed to go, and now. Seeing Lliam having a hard time only made her moan again, this time out of frustration. If he wasn’t coming up with anything, she would have to.
“For God’s sake you moron just take me outside!” she shouted. Liz had been camping many times, and when nature called, she had no problem taking care of things out there.
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Lliam looked at Liz with wide eyes, shocked at her demand. It would be dangerous for her out there with God-knows-what lurking around, but one look at the little potty dance she had going and he knew he had to allow it. She was too hurt to run, so that wouldn’t be an issue.
“Okay do you ne-“
“Just get me outside you oaf!!!” Liz roared. Lliam couldn’t help but shrink back a bit. Liz was quite frightening when she was frustrated, no matter how small she was compared to him. He sighed and held his hand out to the girl. After she stumbled onto his hand Lliam slowly stood and headed to his back door, trying not to jostle Liz the whole way.
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*About fifteen minutes later*
Liz reached for her shampoo and squirted a meager amount onto her hands with a little more aggression than needed. The toilet issue had gone as smooth as possible considering the circumstances and was now done and over. When they were back in the house Lliam had promised to have a better system set up by the next day. Liz had just grunted. That had to have been the most degrading scenario she’d ever been through. She pushed the thought away; no need to relive it.
Liz massaged the soap into her red tangles and then dunked her head back to rinse it off in the warm water. Liz had asked Lliam to set up her bath after the potty-problem. She wanted to get all the more difficult necessities out of the way. It was better to get it all over with.
Lliam agreed, placed Liz back on the table next to her truck, and had grabbed a green bowl and a red washcloth while Liz slid into her backpack. He set the bowl up in the bathroom and filled it with warm water before setting it on the counter, close to the door. He had explained that he would sit against the wall outside the door, which would be unlocked, and he would wait for Liz to call him in. It wasn’t a bad set up, minus the fact she had to depend on her captor.
At first the warm water had licked at her wound like Hell’s fire, but she made herself get used to it. After awhile, it didn’t even bother her. Now that her hair was washed Liz just sat back and tried to relax. Her muscles felt so taught that they would tear apart any second, all the stress of the earlier day exacting its brutal toll on her body.
After about five minutes, Liz crawled out of the bowl and began to dry off with the massive washcloth. Every few seconds she would glance at the door. She never had put too much trust into boys, and this Lliam guy would be no exception. She no longer focused on his height as the main issue, but instead, the fact that he was a guy who had a dangerous advantage over her.
Once she was in her baggy black t-shirt and her red Sophie’s she ran a brush through her hair and then tried to dry it as much as she could with her make-shift towel. She was about to call out for Lliam but a feeling of horrible depression wrapped itself around her innards like a cold clawed hand. She looked over her shoulder at her reflection. She looked like she had just crawled out of a watery grave. Her blue eyes looked sad and dull, her red hair was limp and damp, her skin unusually pale. The water from her hair was soaking the baggy shirt around her shoulders and her eye makeup was running. She fingered the bright red shorts and a small hollow smile played on her lips.
She had always hated these shorts, she felt like she didn’t have the right build for them, but Rachael had insisted she wear them. She said that Liz was just acting silly, that she looked great in them. Liz had worn the Sophie’s over to Rachael’s ever since.
Liz looked back up at her reflection and whipped most of the makeup and a few tears off her face with the tail of her shirt. After straightening up, she limped over to her bag, pulled out a hair band and pulled her hair into a low ponytail. That always made her feel brave. She had no clue why, but it made her feel as though it put up an “I-mean-business” front. She took a deep breath, and turned towards the door.
“I’m ready!” she shouted shakily.
She didn’t have to wait long before the door slowly opened. Lliam popped his head in before coming all the way through; almost as if he was making sure it was safe. A weak smile played on his lips, and he looked harmless enough. When he offered his hand to her though, Liz took a few shaky steps back, and she could feel a scream struggling to get past her lips. She looked up at him, to see his reaction, and was taken aback by the look of absolute hurt on his face. ‘Does he really care that much?’ Liz thought, kind of shocked. She looked back at his waiting hand and then back up to his sad face, and she got her answer. Yes, he really did care, but as of why she had no clue. ‘Come on girl, time to be brave’ she said as she forced her feet to move over to Lliam’s hand and crawled on cautiously. She looked back up, and saw his smile; his perfectly white, warm, heart- ‘SNAP OUT OF IT!’ she scorned herself after she realized she had been staring. This jerk was her kidnapper! She shouldn’t have thought of him as…well attractive in anyway, but she did. Liz looked down as soon as she felt her cheeks growing warm and sat down in the center of his palm Indian-style. She heard him chuckle and her blush deepened. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to mentally shoo the red from her cheeks when she felt the hand raise and Lliam begin to move.
Liz looked up and saw that Lliam was heading for a dark wood door at the end of the hallway. When he got there he paused before turning the black iron knob and said, “This is my room.” And with that he pushed the door open.
Liz could feel her jaw drop when she laid eyes on the scene around her. The walls were a deep forest green with black trimming. A single window was covered by a black curtain, and in front of that was a black desk that was littered with pens, pencils, and paper. Opposite of that was a gigantic king sized bed with a black iron frame that was covered with black pillows and a black bedspread. She could see what she assumed to be the closet; a sock poking out from under the door, and a big black dresser. Aside from a few shirts and pants that littered the floor, it was the cleanest guy’s room she’d ever seen.
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Lliam chuckled when he saw Liz gawking at his room. He had a feeling it was because of how clean it was, especially compared to how it had been. While the girl was still knocked out he had spent a few minutes straightening things up, something he hadn’t done in quite awhile.
Lliam walked to his desk and sat the girl down gently on the black surface. She stared at a pencil that was easily twice her size for a few seconds before looking back up at him with her big blue eyes and yawned. That was when he realized he would need to make her a bed.
“Wait here, I’ve gotta get some things!” he said before rushing back to the bathroom. Like she had anywhere to go. He grabbed two blue washcloths from the cabinet before heading back to his room and snagging one of the little decorative pillows off his bed. He walked back over to the desk and set the pillow down next to Liz, but far enough away to not freak her out. He then placed the still folded washcloth on one end of the pillow and then unfolded the other to make a blanket.
“There ya go, your own bed!” He stated triumphantly, using his hands to show off his latest feat. He wore a thousand watt smile.
Liz looked from Lliam, to the bed, and back at him with an eyebrow raised. His smile faltered a bit. He was trying to make the girl’s stay here more pleasant, but she just wasn’t allowing it. ‘She just needs a lil’ more time,’ a voice in the back of his head whispered. He let out a sigh.
“I know it’s not great, but at least it’s something.” He said matter-of-factly and walked over to his dresser and pulled open the third drawer. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” he said over his shoulder, “I have to get ready for bed.”
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Liz’s face heated up as soon as Lliam started unbuttoning his white shirt. She didn’t blame him for wanting to change, he had been wearing the same outfit since he had caught her, and it couldn’t be comfortable to sleep in normal clothes, but did he really have to change in front of her?
Liz was about to turn around when she saw something odd on Lliam’s neck. As he peeled off the long-sleeved button-up, he revealed not only a muscular build, but a tattoo. A big tattoo. It started on the back of his neck, and then down to the small of his back, and covered the top side of his arms, ending at the back of his hands. The design was Celtic, and the ink was blacker than her blackest shirt. She couldn’t pry her eyes away from the intriguing sight, that was until after Lliam had kicked of his boots and began undoing his belt. She never thought she could turn a 180 that fast.
She was still pondering the tattoo when Lliam’s shadow stretched out over her. She turned to see him towering over her, now wearing a gray tank-top and baggy black sweatpants. He reached out and picked Liz up and then gently deposited her onto her make-shift bed.
“G’night Liz,” he cooed, and with that he walked over to the light switch by the door and flicked it off. She listened in the dark to the sound of his feet padding against the floor and then the squeak of protest from his bed springs.
Liz said a little prayer, and before she knew it, she was sound asleep. Not for long though.
CRA-KOOM!
Liz bolted straight up and screamed bloody murder.
CRA-KOOM!
She screamed again, louder yet. Lliam mumbled something into his pillow, still asleep.
CRA-KOOOOOOM!
This time she didn’t just scream. She called out. Called out to Lliam. She heard the squeaking of springs as Lliam rolled quickly out of his bed.
“WAZZAH-OOF!” THWUMP! The desk shook when he hit the floor. Liz covered herself with the washcloth and screamed again as another peel of thunder sounded off. She heard the groggy giant stumble over to the desk and fiddle with a lamp on the desk until he found the switch and flicked the light on.
“What in God’s name is wrong?! What happened?!” he demanded, his hair sticking out in a way that resembled Vince’s style. Liz had never heard a voice so sweet. She threw the blanket away from her and slid off the pillow before hobbling over to the cranky Lliam and looked up at him pleadingly.
“Wait, what are ya—“ the giant was cut short by another peel of thunder, and Liz covered her head with her arms. “You’re afraid of thunder?” Liz nodded feverishly in response. She had been afraid of thunder ever since she could remember.
She could hear Lliam laugh a little as he scooped her up and held her next to his chest and flicked off the light. She grabbed onto the material of his shirt and tried get as close to him as possible. “Now, now, where’s that tough lil’ gal I found earlier?” the giant teased. Liz didn’t care; she just pulled herself closer to him. He walked back to his bed and placed Liz on his pillow before laying himself down and pulling up the covers. Liz was about to scoot over closer to him when he reached over a picked her up again, rolling on his side, his back facing the window, and laid her down next to him, covering her with his hand. Liz reached for his shirt again, causing him to chuckle. He began stroking her back with one of his digits.
“Shhhh. It’s okay Liz, nothing ta be afraid of. I’m here.” Lliam soothed. Liz had never heard more comforting words in her life.
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I finally found the time to work on it! I decided that since I made you wait I would make it long
enjoy!