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her into the dull yellow kitchen. Kyle gestured to the table, where Lindsey’s lunch awaited her.
    Lindsey managed a grateful smile as Kyle pulled out her seat for her. She noted to herself how surreal it all was. She couldn’t believe she had just been abducted, and now he was making her lunch. As Kyle went on to approve of Lindsey’s knowledge of music, Lindsey looked down at the meal, discovering that Kyle even knew her eating habits; everything on her plate was vegetarian. She watched carefully as Kyle wrapped her clothes and shoes up in a bag, and then quietly set them aside. The entire time he wore a strange, knowing smile. Lindsey wondered what he had in mind for her work uniform, and for her.
    “My dear, Lindsey,” Kyle grinned as he sat down across from her. “I have been looking forward to having a meal with you for so very long.” He paused, examining her reaction.
    Lindsey stared solemnly, trying not to show her fear.
    “Is everything to your liking?” Kyle enquired, as if she were staying at hotel.
    Lindsey gave a hesitant nod and glanced down at the food on h er plate. It did look, and smell, wonderful. He had made her pasta with a thick tomato and basil sauce, and then at the side was freshly cut bread and steamed vegetables.
    When Lindsey looked up, Kyle was pouring deep red wine into her glass, rather generously. For a moment Lindsey was confused. If Kyle had been watching her, noting her eating habits, he would also know Lindsey barely drank.
    S eeing the confusion on his guest’s face, Kyle finished pouring and gazed into her eyes, wearing a smug smile as he addressed her.
    “I want you to have a drink with me, Lindsey dear ,” he insisted in a firm, yet soft, voice. “Today we are celebrating your arrival.”
    Lindsey frowned, glancing back down at the glass. When Lindsey did drink it was with friends or family; people she could trust. Kyle was none of the above. How could she drink with a psychopath and toast to her abduction?
    Kyle elegantly raised a glas s. Lindsey watched him helplessly, before raising her own glass. This surrender made Kyle’s eyes flash with triumph.
     
     
     
    “To us!” He announced happily.
    “To us,” Lindsey murmured.
    They sipped from their glasses and following Kyle’s lead, Lindsey picked up her fork. Unsure she prodded her food, half expecting it to be laced with poison.
    Kyle watched her with intrigue, laughing in delight as she lifted a piece of pasta from her plate.
    “I swear to you it is just a meal,” he promised her sincerely. “There are no hidden intentions behind it Lindsey. I just want to feed you, my Flower . I want to enjoy your company.”
    Kyle averted his eyes, making Lindsey feel less suspicious. Still uncertain, Lindsey took her first bite of the pasta.
    “Oh…” She moaned lightly, quickly going back for more.
    Kyle grinned widely, gazing up at Lindsey hopefully.
    “You like it?” He asked her.
    Lindsey’s cheeks had flushed red; she had realised she had groaned aloud. Looking down, she nodded and then continued with her meal in silence.
     
     
     
    Kyle finished first and soon began to gather the dishes into the dishwasher. Lindsey wasn’t long to finish, but when she did she regretted giving into Kyle and eating his food. She reminded herself this wasn’t a normal lunch; she had just dined with the Devil.
    But whilst Lindsey felt sick to her stomach with guilt and fear, Kyle beamed brightly.
    “I knew you would like it,” Kyle boasted as he took her plate. “Perhaps we can have it again on Christmas. We really need to find something we can both eat.”
    Lindsey l ooked up at him with wide eyes. She felt the world shift around her and her face pale as the blood in her veins ran dry. It came to her then, a sudden realisation she could be spending Christmas as his prisoner. That was, if, Kyle did not kill her.
    “What do you want from me?” Lindsey blurted out, regretting it as soon as she had