Predator — Chapter 1

Saturday, September 16th.

When he noticed her looking at him, he was not surprised. But then, he was used to girls looking at him in nightclubs, and other places for that matter.

She too was unsurprised, when he broke off from his friends and headed her way. Men liked blonds. She lingered a few seconds while he made his way through the crowd, but slipped away before he got there.

She observed the brief confusion on his face, as he searched for her and when his eyes locked on hers again, she gave him an encouraging smile. And a bit shy maybe?

His pursuit ensued, and once again she moved, but this time he was ready for it. He maneuvered the crowd without taking his eyes off of her, and when she disappeared out the door he followed without hesitation.

Out on the street, people were smoking and drinking from plastic cups handed to them by the staff, and drunken laughter filled the cold night air. The blond was now walking down the street fast, away from the crowd, but when she looked back she smiled again, this time it was a radiant, mischievous one.

Oh, I am not gonna let this one get away.

He set off into a run, catching up to her without difficulty, and grabbed her left arm. She swung around to face him and when she gently pushed him back to the wall, he didn't resist. She gave him a smile and ran through his hair with her hand and he felt himself harden as she pushed her body against his.

And that was the last free memory of 32-year-old Derek Corbyn before the blond woman grabbed his jaw firmly and bashed it against the wall.

She watched him writhe in his sleep, as he turned over and moaned. The blood on the side of his head had dried up and given a patch of his hair a dark smudge.

She had been worried about that bleeding. If he bleed out here, it would have all been for nothing. It had been going strong for about twenty minutes before subsiding, all the while he was lying dead still. But of course, it had eventually crusted and he had started to move.

Presently he was not just moving, but positively rolling off his mattress. He landed on the floor with a thump that seemed to bring him closer to the real world. Her world.

“Good morning”

No response

He blinked a few times and then as if on fire, shot upright to a sitting position which he seemed to immediately regret.

“Oh god… what is this?” He touched the bloody patch with his hand and whinced. “How did this happen?”

“You attacked me.” She sat still as water as she said it.

“WHAT?!”

“You heard me”

But he was not hearing anything she said anymore. He was looking around frantically, trying to make sense of where he was, and who had dealt him a blow to the head.

She found herself enjoying this display of confusion and disbelief. But then, she had known she would.

Good, this is a good start.

“How did I get here? What the fuck is this” He had noticed that dark room and the iron bars that went from floor to ceiling, encircling him in the middle of it. There was no source of light inside his cage, but a lightbulb was hanging above a staircase leading to a red door, casting long shadows in his direction

Inside the cage, as it was, there was a big bottle of water, a sandwich wrapped in aluminum foil, the mattress he had slipped from, and a blue bucket.

“This is your new home”.

He stiffened and looked back at her. His face was one of shock and horror, but no reply came.

“You attacked me.” she reminded him again.

“No, I didn't! I didn’t, I swear!” Panic.

“Well, let us not argue. What matters, is that we are here.”

“I didn’t fucking attack you! Let me out!” The last words came out in a shrill, as he tried to get up and approach the bars, but he barely made it before his legs gave in under him and he fell to the cold cement floor. He yelled out in frustration and started to cry for help, no doubt hoping someone might hear him.

This too she had anticipated, and even though his frustration was delightful, she found the loudness of his emotions tiring.

“You did.” She assured him, but in his struggle to be heard, he would hear nothing himself. She got up and walked out through the red door, leaving him to soak in his despair.

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