Jack In The Box novel Chapter 14

“Why did you bring me to your house?” I pinned him with a hard stare.

“As I have already mentioned, I did it to protect you.” Jackson declared in a matter of fact way.

“By drugging and kidnapping me?” I yelled at him, having an urge to throw something at him, a brick or a stone would suffice.

His eyes didn’t waver as he maintained eye contact, those hazel brown eyes with a speck of gold. He spoke with such authority that told me any further inquiry was not open for discussion. “I did what I thought was best. I trust you need to use the bathroom.” He pointed towards a door on the right. “Help yourself. I went out of my way and bought you some clothes that you can use during your stay here. There’s enough food in the fridge, and the kitchen is all yours.”

“Oh, how very kind of you Mr. Wolfe.” I said sarcastically, appearing touched. “What a nice host you are, to drug me, kidnap me and buy me clothes to make my stay comfortable here. How would I ever replay your kindness?”

Jackson chuckled. “Sleep in my bed, cater to my needs, cook for me like a sweetheart that you are and consider the generosity repaid.” He winked and smoothly ducked the large pillow that was aimed at him. “Gotta work on that aim, baby. If it’s a knife instead of a pillow it gotta go right through me not over me.” chuckling, he fixed his suit jacket, ran a hand through his already perfect dark hair and started to leave.

“I think I’m quite capable enough to take care of myself. I want to go home.”

Completely ignoring my protests, he continued. “Since I don’t have a personal Butler, we will have to figure out about the cooking. I, for one can survive on peanut butter and jelly for days on end, unless you, my dear, Cotton-Candy, can whip up something and make us both happy.”

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying!” I yelled at him. “I want to go home and if you can’t, I’ll find a way. Maddy and Ken are going to start looking for me.”

Jackson just passed me his cocky grin, one that told me that no amount of threats were going to work against him. He was a man who’d surpassed the asylum security as well as the police. “Already taken care of.”

“Where in the world is my phone?” I realized. Could it be that Jackson sent fake texts through my phone and informed Maddy and Ken something about me? Some excuse that was good enough for the two to not be worried about me.

Folding my arms across my chest, I sat back. “Do I at least have the liberty to ask you where you are going?”

“I have some business to attend to.”

“Like threatening people to get information out of them?”

Jackson laughed. “Close but no cigar.”

Any amusement, he had before disappeared. “I won’t be gone for long, and just so you know, there aren’t any possible exits around here because I know you’re going to start looking for those the minute I step out. It would be in your best interest to stay inside the cabin. If anyone comes knocking, don’t open the door. No one is trustworthy.”

I snorted. “Funny that’s coming from someone like you.”

“If you play nice, Cotton-Candy, I’ll play nice. If you wanna play dirty, well, I can show you just how dirty it can get.” He promised. “Be a good girl while I’m gone.”

“What will you do to me? Bite me? Cook me for dinner?”

Jackson still had the smile plastered to his face, like he was mocking me.

That asshole!

“As much as the prospect of eating you is tempting, I wouldn’t do that. I didn’t go to such lengths of getting you here just to have your parts marinated and preserved in a freezer. I took you because I want to keep you safe.”

“You can’t keep me here against my will!” I said firmly, keeping my head held high and maintaining eye contact, just so he would know that I wasn’t feeling intimidated by him.

“You can’t stop me.” He winked at me, glanced at his Rolex and made his way towards the cabin door. “No goodbye kiss, honey?”

I turned away from him, looking out the window. I heard him laugh and the door closed behind him. I was hoping he wouldn’t lock it, but then I heard the key turn. At least I wasn’t gagged and bound against a chair.

And as if that made the whole kidnapping any better.

From the window, I watched as Jackson climbed into a black Cadillac SUV, and backed out of the driveway.

Where was he getting all this money from?

The place was remote, surrounded by a thick mass of trees, gravel land and spectacular view of the lake. It could have been a good vacation home. I looked around the cabin and it didn’t seem like any place to keep a kidnapped victim. I climbed out of bed and walked out of the bedroom to find a spacious sitting area, an electric fireplace made of stone opposite a flat screen mounted against the wall. The furniture was all modern decor. The cabin seemed like it had been lived in and passed down from generations, but it was well equipped. The little open kitchen area had stainless steel appliances with a double door refrigerator. A small island bar with stools to accommodate a small number of people.

I didn’t want to admit but the place was beautiful.

Feeling hungry, I walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator half expecting to see severed heads in blood stained jars, gouged our eyes or something similar but I didn’t expect to see it stacked with fresh vegetables, meat and everything else needed for a good meal. He’d gone so far as to arranging different types of cheese in order. Drinks on the right side and fresh fruits below. I instantly felt better seeing the food.

I took a bottle of Coke, took off the lid and took a long sip, thinking if he was going to kill me, at least he would keep me fed.