I love my dog. ♥

He was dangerous. I was scared. And strangely excited by him. A secret part of me wanted to stay to see what he would do. The smarter part of me urged that I run and find safety. I followed the smarter part and ran. Down the deserted dirt road, determined to find help. But they weren't far behind me. His hoodlums. The large one with curly blond hair caught up to me first. (They all called him Curly. How creative. Not.) He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and lifted me off the ground! "NO! Let me go!" I kicked and screamed and wriggled, but Curly is a big guy. It didn't even phase him as he turned and carried me back to the abandoned cabin. He stood in the doorway. The exciting one, the mysterious one. They called him Nick, but I knew that wasn't his real name. Don't ask me how I knew, I just did. He moved aside as Curly forced me through the doorway and onto the chair. Before I could jump right off of the chair, Curly flicked a blade out of his pocket and held it inches away from my face. I froze.
"Put the knife away, Curly." Nick started across the room towards me, "She'll be good. Won't you?" I nodded and Curly put the knife back in his pocket and left the cabin, leaving me us alone. Nick crossed the room to the corner where a cooler was. He reached in for a beer and held one out to me. I took the cold bottle, but just held it in my hand as if I'd never had a beer before.
"Go on, drink it," Nick said, "If I wanted to kill you I'd do it in a much more interesting way than poison. Besides, you've been far too much fun to kill." I twisted the cap off and took a sip of the fizzy alcohol. I was nervous, scared, but for some odd reason I did not want to leave. "What do you want?" I asked him as I studied him. He was too attractive for what I normally believed a 'bad guy' would be. He was dark skinned and had black hair that hung in his brown eyes every now and then. He wore black jeans and a tight fitting black shirt that showed off his toned muscles. He looked to be your typical troubled kid in high school, but nothing more serious than that. His eyes had a mystery to them and his mouth was usually curved into a smirk. "I'm a cannibal. " He answered my question as if we'd been talking about the weather. "I don't believe you," I said as I took another sip of the Bud Light. I set the beer on the floor and crossed my arms, skeptical. "Oh?" he said, approaching me with a fire in his eyes. He grabbed a stool and sat across from me. He grabbed my wrist forcefully; his hand was warm and I could smell his aftershave. "Are you sure about that? What if I just crunched down on one of your fingers right now? Would you scream?" He brought my hand to his mouth and I couldn't help the hair from rising on my arms when he ran my fingers across his lips. "Stop it," I snapped as I yanked my hand away from him. He laughed. "You really are something....."
One of his other hoodlums burst through the door. "Nick...Curly's goin nuts! I don't know what the fuck to do!"
Nick grabbed my arm and led me outside by the cliff. There was a tree that overhang the cliff. A rope was tied to the bottom branch of the tree. Curly was in the tree, so I figured he had tied the rope there. He held the other end of the rope. He looked over at me and grinned. Then he tied the rope into a noose, put the loop around his neck and jumped. There was an awful 'pop' and Curly swung back and forth under the tree, dead. I couldn't take my eyes off of his ugly fat feet. White with yellow toenails, bleeding on the bottoms from walking around with out shoes. I snapped.
And I ran. This time, Curly wasn't alive to catch me. And I ran the hardest and fastest I had ever run. Up the dirt road, not sure where I was going. Just hoping to get as far away from that place as possible. There was a lone house up ahead. Thank God, i thought, People to help me! I didn't bother to knock on the door or anything. I sped up the porch steps and right through the front door. "Help! HEELP! Help me, PLEASE!" I yelled and screamed but for some reason it just could not be enough. I could hear footsteps behind me and I knew Nick was close. I ran through the living room and to the flight of stairs I saw. He caught me on the stairs. Grabbing my shoulders and pinning me against the wall. "You're more of a pickle than I thought you would be." Nick panted into my face, the smell of beer on his breath. I squirmed and tried to push him off me, but he held strong. "Where do you think you're going? Since you decided to invite yourself into my house, why not make yourself at home darlin?" His thumb stroked my cheek before his hand curled around the back of my neck and he kissed me hard. Heat jumped to my cheeks and my lips felt as if they'd caught fire. I gasped and kissed him back, surprised at my response, but felt as if I couldn't help it. My hand fisted in his black shirt and when his tongue brushed my lip my head swam. I forced my other hand to curl into a ball and I swung my fist right into his gut hard, forcing our bodies apart. I put a hand on the wall to steady myself and catch my breath, glaring at him. He was leaning over, holding his arms over his stomach and looked up at me with those mysterious eyes. "There's quite the little rebel in you, Becki. You surprise me."
I tried to catch my breath and slid down and sat on the stairs, half in defeat. "Don't....touch me," I hissed at him, still shocked at what had just occurred. What the hell is wrong with me?! I thought, Did I really just kiss him back?! He's a stranger! A kidnapper! As far as I know, he could be a killer!
"You have so much to learn, Becki," Nick said sitting down next to me on his stairs. I could practically feel his body heat move towards me, "But don't worry. We'll have plenty of time for you to understand. I'll teach you. We have all the time in the world....."

And I woke up.