Mystical Murder

I couldn't sleep. I really just wanted these handcuffs off of me! How does he expect me to sleep when I have my arm in a terrible position to sleep in? I just want to leave.

It was around eight in the morning when the man walked in and uncuffed me from the bed. He held a tight grip on my arm as he lead me down into the kitchen. He sat me down in a chair and tied my left ankle to the leg of the chair with rope I somehow didn't notice he had.

"Now. Before our day begins, I have a few simple rules for you to follow. One. You will not speak unless I give you permission. Which means you will answer me when I talk to you. Two. You will not leave this house unless given permission, and I must be with you at all times. Finally, three. You will be tied down at every meal and bedtime. No exceptions. Other than that, you are free to explore the house other than the basement and my room. Got it?"

I just looked down at my hands that were neatly rested in my lap. I felt him violently grab my chin and pull it towards him.

"Got it?"

"Y-yes s-sir." I squeeked.

He smirked a little. "Good."

He turned around and started making breakfast. I remained silent and kept looking down at my hands. I didnt realize I was crying until I saw a tear fall on my hand. A plate of eggs and half a slice of toast was neatly set in front of me. He sat down across from me and started to eat. He was half way done when he noticed I wasn't eating. "Eat." He looked up at me.

More tears started to slide down my cheeks. I lifted my hand and wiped the tears away with the back of my hand.

"Hey." He sounded more caring and concerned that time. "Are you okay?"

I couldn't stop crying. That was when I realized I couldn't breath either. My hands started shaking badly, and the little clothing I was wearing started sticking to my skin. I tried taking longer breaths, trying to calm myself down, but I couldn't get my breathing back to normal.
"A-Are you having an asma attack?"

I rapidly shook my head. My whole body couldn't stop shaking. He got up and untied my ankle from the chair I was sitting in. I didn't know what got into me, but I collapsed into his arms.

"Its okay. Its okay."

I just continued to sob in his chest. The last thing I remember was his arms wrapped around me as we sat on the floor against the kitchen island, and him trying to calm me down before pasing out in his arms.


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When I woke up, I was in a different room. I also noticed I was in a bed, one much more comfortable than the one I was in last night. I also noticed I was in different clothes. Ones less revealing, but way too big for me.

"Good to see you up." A voice said.

I jumped at the voice. I looked over to see him sitting in a chair in the corner of the room.

"Could I at least know what your name is? After all, you are going to be staying with me for a while." He said.

"What about you?" I said as I slowly sat up. "I don't even know your name."

"Why would you want to know what my name is? The whole country knows me as the Mystic. Remember?"

So that's what he actually looks like. I always thought he would have been more perverted, and disgusting looking. But he's not. They said he's been doing this since he was fourteen, and has been doing this for sixteen years. He doesn't even look thirty! And holy shit he's gorgeous! His dark hair and clothes contrast perfectly against his incredibly pale skin. And those eyes. Don't get me started on those eyes!

"Well, sweetheart?" I snapped out of my thoughts.

"Kaylee." I mumbled.

"What's that? I can't hear you when you mumble." He leaned closer to me.

"Kaylee!" I said, loud enough for him to hear me.

My breathing patterns went off again. I started looking everywhere around the room, trying to ground myself. I tightly gripped the sheets and managed to slow down my breathing. I didn't even notice he moved from the chair and was knelt down beside the bed.

"What the hell was that? And was that the same shit that happened downstairs?" He looked up at me.

I slowly nodded my head. "I'm not entirely sure if it was either an anxiety attack or a panic attack."

"You have anxiety?"

"Well sorry I had a fucked up childhood!" I crossed my arms across chest and turned my head away from him and closed my eyes.

"Look. I'm sorry. If I knew you had anxiety, I wouldn't have tied you to the chair and handcuffed you to the bed."

He turned my head so I was facing him, but I kept my eyes shut. He dropped his hand and I felt the bed dip next to me. "Jinxx." he sighed.

I slowly opened my eyes to me met by those baby blue eyes. "What?"

"My name is Jinxx."

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