24. Basement Bonding: A Kidnapper's Tale

Throughout the night, I remained wide-eyed and restless, my anxiety mounting with every passing hour. Jacob was unconscious, that was for sure, but would he wake up soon? My grip on the basement door lock was practically glued in place, and there was no way he could slip away. One thing I had yet to figure out was how to feed and hydrate him without losing a limb or gaining a set of fangs. A conundrum, for sure. The basement had a tiny bathroom, so I guessed he could manage his business there and drink from the tap. I couldn't help but wonder how long he'd be content with these arrangements. As my mind whirred with worry, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. A week ago, I had been looking forward to returning to my ordinary office job, but now, I had an alpha male locked in my basement. Life sure had a funny way of taking detours. The night dragged on, and I couldn't catch a single wink of sleep. I was too busy listening for any signs of Jacob stirring or atte