Of Lies and Secrets Post 1

Author's Note; I'm writing a story out of order so don't worry I'm as confused as you are. But this is going to be a piece somewhere in the middle, near the end. Comments appreciated!

"Ello there love." my captor's voice is, as always, cruel and tinged with a strange accent.

My head whips around, hair flying despite the rats nest its tangled into,"I'm not talking to you."

"Still a little priss I see." sure I sound like a priss but it's not like he deserves better.

"Now love tell me your little secret."

"What makes you think I should?"

"Perhaps the fact that nobody even knows that  you're gone. They won't even be lookin ya for weeks now love"

"I'm sure they’ve noticed. The police could be busting in your door right now!"

That startles him and he looks over his shoulder at the door. It's way up at the top of the stairs and just barley visible by the twinkling of the knob.

"Oh very clever love. Got me all confused for a sec there"

"Well that's not hard. You aren't the sharpest are you?"

"Why you little! One of these days. One of these days you're gonna spill all your dirty little secrets. And maybe I'll get to keep you as a reward when I tell the bosses all you know." this is when I know to stop. He drops the accent and his voice lowers becoming menacing. I cower as far back as I can, being on the floor with on hand tied to the bedpost.

"I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me."

"No love. I won't hurt ya yet. But it'd be easier on the both of us if you'd just..."

"No! I'll never tell you!" he raises his hand as if to slap me before slowly inhaling and lowering it.

"One day love. See ya tomorrow."