He could feel the air conditioning circulating softly throughout the car. It was a luxurious kidnapping, if not for it being annoying. His hands, pulled tightly, were tied together behind the chair. He got another luxury – the front seat. If he could manage to break free of the rope binding him, he could certainly make an escape. The woman was far too comfortable now. She was convinced she had done a good job. There wasn’t such a thing to him. He tried to swing the ends of the rope into his grasp as music scattered through the car. He was thankful for no conversation.

Then again, her music selection wasn’t comfortable in the least. It was all pop music that had obscene lyrics. He found it inappropriate and disturbing that someone could listen to such a thing. The worst part was, she was dancing to it as though it was routine. How despicable. He couldn’t be too shocked though, considering all that he knew of her.

He knew she wore less than standard for clothes. He recalled that when she had latched onto him in the initial struggle. He found himself blushing as more bare skin than clothes managed to touch him. Of course, he didn’t find it ordinary at all that he was being attacked by a woman – even more unordinary was the fact that she had managed to win and get him tied up. It was a disgrace. It infuriated him, but he could allow some flaws to be deceived. After all, he could make the argument that he didn’t want to hurt a fine woman – if she was fine.

He also knew she had an odd interest in him. Her kidnapping wasn’t for business purposes. It wasn’t to aide people he was hunting. It wasn’t for anything logical. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was for, he just knew she captured him and couldn’t stop smiling at him. Her blonde hair was longer than her clothes, that was for sure. It was fairly curly and pulled up in a random sort of bun that had most of it falling out. He wasn’t sure the purpose for this either, it seemed like a waste of time. Her eyes were light blue, the color of the sky to enthusiasts who chose to use cheesy lines like that.

“You can stop fumbling with that,” she said. He let his hands drop for a moment and glanced out the window closest to him. He had to avoid looking at her.

“I’m pretty good with knots,” she said, giving him a quirky smile, despite knowing he wasn’t paying any attention to her. She didn’t understand it exactly. Normally guys fell head over heels for her looks alone. She had thrown him her charming personality, as well. It was surely something that would drag any man under. He was unfathomable, however. He had no line to break, she wasn’t even sure if there was anything in him to break. His soul seemed empty. It had to be. It was annoying her that her every attempt to throw a flirtatious smile at him merely made him grimace.