Ever since the first time I had seen Frank I knew I was madly in love.
Every time I saw him, he seemed content. But I could have made him so much happier.
I would do so much to be around him, be the one that always helped, the perfect one,
and yet I don’t think he understood he could have so much more; if only he knew.

This darkness now probably consumed him in thought,
Why him?
Why now?
How long?
Has he been here for minutes, hours, days… weeks?
How long had he been asleep?

He wouldn’t know. Not a thing. He is probably just wondering about everything. He is probably scared. And if I say so myself, he should be. He has not noticed anything about me ever. I could scare him, I could love him, and I could try so much. But I don’t think it’s a good idea.
Not yet.
I should wait.
Not too long to allow him to find a way to get out of his ropes, or to get too scared that he gets has a heart attack before all the fun starts.
I felt I smirk spreading across my face, and I stepped closer and closer to the crumpled body on the floor.
As I got closer I saw him shuffling around, and heard his heavy breathing.
I would hate to be in his position, but I. I have all the power over him that I want.

Notes

it's really really hard to write the POV of the kidnapper without giving anything away (trust me I didn't give anything away, I read over this so many times I am certain nothing that this chapter says points to it being anybody in particular), so I'm sorry this is so short;
but I promised to update when this had 50 views, and now it already had 95 so I felt bad not updating so I was like, ughh I need to update.
I couldn't think of anything write so I was like; k I'll just write what I did for Frank only other POV. but it ended up being harder than I thought it would be, whoops.
well um, comment who you think the kidnapper is, what you think of this story, and I will try to update whenever I can :))
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