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I sit on the polished surface of the ginormous table, leaning back on one arm with my legs stretching out in front of me. Reflexively, my toes are pointing and flexing in a warm up I do for dance, while my other hand traces un-identifiable patterns next to me. I am obvious to the giant looming behind me, choosing to show my annoyance by ignoring him. I have had it with this guy and his arrogant self. Who does he think he is? Just because he is a giant doesn’t mean he can control me! It's bad enough he kidnapped me.

"Come on, just one song? Please?" His booming voice surrounding me with its plea, interrupting my thoughts. He obviously isn’t comfortable with the silent treatment.

“NO I’m not gonna sing for you! I’m not your songbird or magic harp or whatever you think of me as”, I shout angrily, still refusing to give in by turning around to face him.

A gust of wind blows around me as he sighs. I can hear him re-position himself to what I believe to be his head resting on an arm. Probably to get closer to me. Oh great. It has only been a few hours, and already I can predict his movements. But my blood runs cold and my heart stops for a moment when suddenly a gargantuan hand places itself in front of me, ready to grab. So much for predicting his movements…

Slowly, his fingers curl around me and instantly I am enveloped in the warmth that radiates from his skin. Apparently, he wants to keep me in a fist hold. Thankfully it is not so tight as to break anything, but it is tight enough that I will not be going anywhere. Even though I know it is pointless, I struggle in his grip, still clinging onto the small hope that maybe he will let go. But that does not happen.

He brings me higher and higher above the table, forcing me to face him as I draw near. Once all two inches of me are in front of him, he finally stops moving me. The entire time I have been fighting him and avoiding looking at him starting from the time he first took me. Now I am a few mere feet from his nose.

Defiant to the end, I turn my head to the side and stare holes into the barren wall. Yet again he does not put up with my stubbornness, for a mammoth finger slides under my chin and turns me toward him. After all the effort it took to keep away, I am finally forced to look into the face of my kidnapper.

In any other situation, I would think he is cute. But at the moment, his soft chocolate eyes and long curly wet bark brown hair that reaches to just below his ears, is nothing to me…even though my mocha cheeks become slightly pink once we make eye contact. Darn my natural reaction. He kidnapped me for crying out loud!

As we continue to stare at each other, I grow slightly uncomfortable. Did he really just grab me so he could get a better look at me? I almost wish he would do something else. “I asked politely, you know.” Wish granted…

“I know. It’s good to see that there are some manners in you”, I retort back and decide to reiterate my earlier thoughts. “Besides, what makes you think that I will sing for you after you have taken me from my home, huh? Is it because you’re a giant? Well news-flash, that does not mean that you can control me.”

“I just happened to hear you sing and I wanted to hear more. You have a beautiful talent.” His face seemed to light up as he said that. But I am not fazed.

“ That’s no excuse for what you did! You could have just asked to hear something else.”

“But would you have listened? Would you have honestly let me ask you to sing without running away from me first?” he questioned me. His brows furrow and his eyes become dull, clearly hurt by my hesitation to respond. He already knows the answer.

I look away guiltily. How can I deny that my first instinct would be to run? Not that I mean to offend him. Now that I think about it, he must deal with this all the time. He is probably very lonely.

But still…kidnapping me?

“So what do you say, one song?” he asked with hopefully, his eyebrows raised and a small smile playing on his lips.

Sigh…