Kidnapped

Chapter 1

*Riley's POV*
I woke up and could barley open my eyes. I had something tied around my head and stuck in my mouth. My arms and legs were restricted and I couldn't see anything around me. I struggled against the rope chaining me to the floor.
My eyes focused and I could see a desk and a few chairs on one side of the room. There were a bunch of papers scattered across it. I scanned the room and also saw a door. By the time I fully turned around, I was staring at a wall full of pictures and string connecting notes and I almost shook with anxiety. All of the pictures covering the wall were of me and my life. I recognized a lot of the pictures of what I had been doing for the past month or two. I was panicking more and more wondering what was going on. My head was pounding while I tried to escape my restraints.
I heard shuffling from behind the door. I pushed myself against the wall underneath the table to hide. A key jangled in the lock as the door swung open and slammed against the wall. The figure was shadowed from the terrible light. It was a man and he was tall, thin, with shaggy hair. He spoke with a raspy voice.
"Hello love." I moaned through the towel shoved into my mouth trying to yell and scream for help.
"Well now relax love, you're going to hurt yourself. I certainly wouldn't want that." He walked closer and crouched down in front of me. I saw him smile against the candle light. He began to reach his hand to me and I jerked away and began to moan again. He put his hands up and backed off a little bit.
"Woah, darling, it's okay, I'm here to protect you. I was going to untie you. I'm really sorry about that by the way. you wouldn't stay still and then you bumped your head on the floor." I looked at him with uncertainty but I nodded a little to show him that he could untie me. He came closer into the light and I finally saw his face. He was actually, beautiful. He had sparkling green eyes and shaggy brown hair that fell perfectly around his face. As he took off the rag in my mouth, he said "Now please don't scream, you'll only make it worse. I promise that after I untie you, I'll get you some food and I'll explain everything, I promise."
He took it off and I kept my mouth shut. he undid my feet after that and then my hands. I curled up into a ball where I was as he took the rope and set it on the table. He crouched back down and looked into my eyes. His facial structure showed that he was about 22, 23, about my age. He stared at me for a moment then have me a puzzling look.
"Well are you going to get out from under the table or not?" His British accent was almost chilling, but I crawled out from under the table and stood a good distance away. He gestured to the door.
"I have food out in the kitchen. I'm sure you're starving and want to know what's going on." I stood for a moment, hesitant but walked to the door eyeing him the whole way. Yet for some odd reason, I didn't feel in danger anymore. Like I have known him and we were just going to grab a bite. Then I remembered the wall of pictures. I began to run.