I should have been terrified of him, but I felt calm, like I knew he would never hurt me. "I wouldn't be so sure of that, sweetheart," my kidnapper says. "Of what?" I ask, looking around the dark room. "That I wouldn't hurt you." "You wouldn't." I mumble. I am pushed against a wall, his body pressed against mine. Ice cold fingers wrap around my wrists and pin them to the wall above my head. "I'd watch your mouth," he answers. -Credit:?