Captivity

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Cordelia Bane.

“Order up!”

Vern, the chef, hollered inside the kitchen. It’s Sunday as the sun fills the gorgeous day that brought a smile to my face.

I happen to adore sunny days. They made my mood brighten, and my smile lighten.

Grabbing the burger and fries off the top shelf, ready to serve the dish, I decided to take the early shifts for the past week. A girl needs to pay the rent now that I’m in college,

I’ve been rather busy.

Walking towards the sweet middle-aged couple that comes here twice a week, I smiled on the way over, and suddenly I got the chills, feeling the same pair of eyes watching me.

I glanced over, confirming my suspicion,

There sits the same middle-aged man inside the booth, drinking his coffee. When our eyes connected, I got a cold shiver rift down my spine as he sent me a blank stare and he broke our gaze to look back at his newspaper.

I don’t know his name or who he is. I asked a few people, and they don’t know anything about him.

He is a total mystery. I’ll admit he is quite handsome with his sharp jawline and bright eyes, but something is off.

He comes in every Sunday, drinks coffee, and reads the paper, but deep down I know he’s watching me occasionally, I know because I kept track, that’s how much he intrigues me... In a way.

“Thank you so much, Delia,” Said Mrs. Walters.

I smiled, “It's always a pleasure, Nancy. Enjoy you two.” With that, I returned to the backside, about to clock out; my shift was nearly over.

“Cordelia! See if table 4 needs more coffee,” My boss, Reagan, orders. Instead of protesting, I obliged, grabbing the coffee pot.

I walked back and saw he was now gone. I scanned the restaurant, seeing if he was anywhere, and he was nowhere in sight - I walked towards his table and saw cash for the bill.

“Weird,” I mumbled. Come to think of it, we never spoke, ever.

Once I took care of the bill, I finally clocked out, saying bye to all my coworkers exiting the café, and I inhaled the freezing breeze, taking out the ponytail I had in.

My long brunette hair flowed down past my shoulders. Once ready, I start walking home to my apartment, taking the same path I always take.

Six blocks away, I had to cut through a very packed parking lot that wasn’t filled this morning. I loved the fresh breeze, leaves falling from the trees, and the sun shining down upon me.

I love autumn.

I notice how the parking lot is very quiet, which is so noticeable. I expect to hear birds chirping and chattering instead of silence, leaves scraping against the street along with the wind.

I twirl around getting a full scan...

Nothing.

I continued to walk, but suddenly I heard some kind of noise from behind me. I look back seeing nothing but cars,

I chuckled at my paranoia.

All of a sudden, a hand covered my nose and mouth, and I felt a broad, strong body behind me holding me tightly. He muffled my scream, feeling my heart beat rapidly.

I struggled to hope someone out there was witnessing me being kidnapped–I thrashed around using my elbow to hurt him, but it wasn’t affecting this man

“Now, sweetheart, just... Stay... Still,” He grunts.

His voice is British and raspy; he drags us over to a car. I see we are at the trunk.

I couldn’t believe this was happening...

To me!

During the day, how is nobody seeing this situation?

Suddenly, I felt a prick on the nape of my neck,

My body grew tired, my eyes got droopy, and my struggle ceased as I felt his breath fan my temple. I squeezed his forearm, feeling the fight in me die.

“That’s it... Sleep,” He whispered.

Feeling my body being thrown into the trunk, my vision was too blurry to identify my kidnapper. Once he slammed the trunk closed, I was left in darkness, and in seconds I was consumed in sleep.