I thought of myself as a good girl. I always did what I was told. I always told the truth. I never cheated on my boyfriend. I was always a loyal friend. I deserved it. It was one night. What harm could it do? As new graduates, my brother and boyfriend thought that it would be a good idea to go camping with a huge group of seniors. My dad hated the idea. He hated the woods ever since my mother died. Of course, she did die in the woods, so his fears were somewhat reasonable. But I was a curious girl. And living my whole life told of it's horrors, I wanted to explore them for myself. My brother packed up the rest of the car as he came around to my side.

"Call me whenever you get there okay, Nova?" my dad said to me specifically. He knew Nolan wouldn't do it. I knew he was worried about us. It took half a year of begging to make this happen. It wasn't like we were totally 'roughing it'. One of our friend's dad was loaning us his mansion of a cabin to sleep in. My dad went over his worry checklist one last time before we were off. I sighed in relief as I relaxed in the passenger seat. Finally.

"I honestly thought he was going to drag us back into the house," my brother, Nolan, laughed. Nolan and I were fraternal twins. I had copper red hair and hazel eyes while Nolan's was more of a sandy strawberry with hazel eyes. We looked nothing alike. We jammed out to the radio the whole hour drive.

Eventually, we saw the cabin. I smiled when I saw my boyfriend, Mason. Mason and Nolan were actually good friends. I hopped out as soon as the car stopped. Mason smiled and kissed me gently.

"There's my girl," he said. I couldn't help but smile. Mason was my rock. We'd been dating for two years and he's all I've ever known. If you asked me what a perfect relationship looked like, I would point to us. We were perfect for each other in every way. He stood a good 6 foot 4 with black hair and warm brown eyes. His skin was always a deep tan shade, even darker than mine. He was built like a football player, swimmer, and soccer player rolled into one. He was popular when it mattered and not in a bad way. He pretty much got along with everyone. Plus, he was sweet and kind and funny and just... perfect.

"I'm really excited for this weekend," I smiled excitedly. And I was. I had been waiting for this moment all year. Mason slung an arm over my shoulders and led me inside.

"Me too. I convinced your brother to let us share a room," he said. My smile only widened. I was still a virgin at 19 years old which was like the equivalent to a 21st century whore. But I planned on changing that tonight. Mason and I had been going steady for two years. He's never done anything to make me not trust him, and I could easily see myself spending the rest of my life with him.

Inside the house was amazing. It looked like something off of MTV Cribs. It was made for parties. There was even a bar. People started filling in quickly. By the time the sun went down, the place was packed. It was a good thing we were far from the next resident, or there would have been a huge noise complaint. The house was throbbing with music. You could feel the bass in your shoes and I loved it. I danced with Mason in between drinks. I was buzzed and feeling good.

I don't know at what point, the room started getting stuffed and clammy, but I excused myself. Mason went to get me another beer as I made my way outside. I wasn't drunk enough to stumble, but if a rock was in my way, I wouldn't notice. I wandered into the tree line and touched the rough bark. All this time, I'd been missing out on all of this nature. It was truly stunning.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" a voice said from behind me. I turned quickly. The voice was deep and sweet, his voice made my toes curl, and his voice did his face justice. He was a gorgeous stranger. Only he was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts, giving me a good view of his chest. I wanted to run my tongue over his abs. They were so pronounced. I could cut myself on his lightly stubbled jawline. He was... appetizing. His muscles rippled with his every movement. His body had smudges of dirt on his tan skin, but it looked good. His dark hair was disheveled. But what really caught my attention were his eyes. They were practically silver. If I wasn’t already in a relationship, I probably would’ve hit on him.

Then his eyes landed on mine. I held my breath as it felt like every nerve in my body was suddenly very aware of him. My eyes had tunnel vision and I couldn't focus on anything but his piercing gray eyes staring back at me.

"Hun! Nova, where did you go?" I heard Mason yell. I shook myself out of my haze and looked at him.

"Who are you?" I asked curiously.

"I was just wandering the land," the man answered, his voice was deep and thick, like you could cut it with a knife. He smirked, sending my heart into overdrive. I felt my knees wobble slightly. I looked down as I blushed. I needed to get a hold of myself.

"Where did my girl sneak off to?" I heard Mason's playful voice closer than before. I pointed back to the house.

"I have to go," I said, turning. I wasn't sure what else I was supposed to say. It's nice looking at you? This was been a wonderful and awkward encounter? I felt an arm go around my throat. I could still breath, but my vision started to go blurry. I clawed at the arm before everything just went black.

I felt groggy. I didn't feel like myself. I willed my limbs to move or do something, but they felt heavy. I tried to remember what happened, or at least where I was. All I could remember was the man in the woods. I shot up and instantly regretted it. My head swam with a pounding headache. I placed my hand on my head to try and stop the spinning; it only made me feel sick. I groaned and shut my eyes back quickly as I tried to remember what happened. All I kept seeing was the man in the woods. I tried blinking my eyes open again. I was more successful this time. I squinted against the bright sunlight filtering in through an open window.

Where was I?

I looked around to see that I was in a bedroom. The color theme was cream and light grey. Everything in the room mirrored the theme. I looked down to see that I was in a plush queen-sized bed. The covers were off-white with the rest of the room. There were lights on the ceiling, a single grand window, a set of double doors, a single door, a bedside table with a lamp, and a desk with a small bookshelf build it. This room looked like a master bedroom. I instantly panicked and checked myself.

Clothes still on?

Check.

My virginity in tact?

Check.

Phone and wallet.

Nope.

I knew I left my wallet at home, so I wasn't worried about that, but I did have my phone on me, and now I didn’t. Whoever took me must not have wanted me to contact anyone.

And with good reason! He kidnapped you! My inner voice chimed in.

I jumped as the door opened. The man from the woods walked in and my first instinct was to cover myself more with the blanket on my lap. I pressed my back against the headboard and pulled the covers up even further.

"W-Where am I? What are y-you going to do to m-me?" I asked, mentally cursing my nervous stutter. He held his hands up to his, now clothed, chest in a motion of surrender.

"I don't mean you any harm, I swear," he explained quickly. I hated that I actually trusted what he said. He could be lying and I believed it almost instantly.

"You kidnapped me. W-Why did you kidnap me?" I asked, my voice raising an octave from how scared I felt.

Nolan.

"Oh God, Nolan. Nolan is going to be devastated. He doesn't know where I am, and he'll blame himself for losing me and he's going to tell my dad and... My dad! It'll be like my mom all over again. He'll think I'm dead. He'll think I'm dead and Nolan is going to blame himself," I thought out loud as tears poured down my face. The man rushed closer to me, making me cower away even more. I hated this.

"Hey, no, no, no, please don't cry, please," he begged. I squeezed my eyes shut and fisted the sheets hard in my hand.

"Please... just take me home. I won't say anything about you, I promise. I won't tell anyone," I cried anyway. He hesitated.

"I can't," he breathed.

"Who are you?! I don't even know your name!" I yelled, angrily at my captor.

"I'll tell you mine when you tell me yours," he bargained, raising an eyebrow at me. I crossed my arms and looked away from him.

"Take me home," I practically whispered. He sighed before he headed towards the door.

"I can't," he said simply before he left. I flinched when the door locked. I was really trapped here. I couldn't control my sobs as I curled up on my side. I cried louder and harder than I had since my mom died. Just the thought of my brother and my dad thinking I was dead was enough to break my heart. I didn't want them going through that... not again. My sobs and crying eased and eventually I was just staring at the light filtering in through the giant window.

An idea occurred to me. I wiped my tears away as I walked towards the window and prayed for a miracle. I unlatched the window and pushed gently. It slid open easily. I looked down to measure the distance. I looked down, and up. I was on a third floor out of four floors in a house.

Who has four floors in their house?

There was only a slab on concrete on the ground under the window. I also noticed a footing all the way down. If I was careful, I could climb down. If not... let's just say it was a long way down. If I could reach the forest and keep straight, I would find a town eventually, maybe use someone's phone to call my dad. I risked a glance behind me before I climbed out of the window and onto the ledge.

I could do this.

I took and deep breathe and prepared myself for the next step down.

"What are you doing?!" A frantic voice asked. I spooked and looked through window, losing my footing. I screamed as I fell backwards to what I knew would be a sure death. My stomach dropped as I saw the man who kidnapped me jump out the window not even a split second after me. My eyes connected with his as my body collided with the concrete. It knocked the wind out of me and I couldn't even scream. I felt the man's hands hold my head. It was the only part of my body that wasn't screaming. Breathing was difficult and came in gasps. Black dots swam in my vision. I couldn't move. The man appeared in my line of vision and he looked scared and worried. My eyes slipped close watching him worry over me. I just didn't want to be in pain anymore.

"No, no, no, stay awake," the man yelled, but he already sounded so far away.