I, Phoenix Oliver Wilding…have been kidnapped.
Phoenix
It’s always been a hypothetical, lurking in the back of my mind. Growing up as the only child of parents with stupid levels of money meant being kidnapped is always a possibility. But I never actually feared it. At least, not until I wake up locked in a cage.
At first, he’s just a voice—a fellow victim of a dastardly plot. Jackson becomes my comfort, my sanity, the thing fueling my determination to gain my freedom and return to my life. And when I do get free, I’m taking him with me. This man, that I haven’t even seen, is mine
Jackson
Desperation and stupidity are perhaps the only abundant things in my life. But I never could’ve imagined that they’d lead me here, blindfolded and trapped in a cage.
His voice is a welcome companion in the darkness. With questions and teasing whispers, he draws me in, closing the distance between us in a way our physical reality won’t allow us. I don’t know when fellowship turns to more—to want, to need. Something I’ve never felt for another man. But I’m not about to give it up, give him up. No matter what.
