Kidnappers Incorporated

Classy Prison

When consciousness first returned to Clover, her first impression was that she was back in her bed at the penthouse. But as she groggily rubbed her eyes, the memory of what happened swiftly returned and she shot up in the bed with a start.

She was surprised to find herself sitting up in a rather comfy bed inside what appeared to be a really swanky hotel suite bedroom, complete with stylish lamp stands, expensive-looking cupboards and drawers, and a large HD Television on the wall. As Clover looked around she noticed that there were no windows of any kind, but there was a door in one corner of the bedroom.

Jumping out of the bed, she dashed over to the door and grabbed the brass handle, though she fully expected it to find it locked. However, to her surprise, the handle moved with ease and the door easily swung open to reveal a rather posh-looking living room, just as tidy and friendly looking as the bedroom she had just woken up in.

"Like, what the heck is going on around here?" Clover wondered aloud as she looked around the cosy and well-ordered area. She jumped slightly when she heard another bedroom door open and she turned to see a somewhat woozy Daphne step into the living room, still clad in the dress she had just bought at the Groove.

"Oh, where are we?" she groaned. "Last thing I remember was this weird guy at the mall, snagging us in a oversized fishing net."

Clover dashed across to her unsteady sister and helped her sit down on the sofa that dominated part of the room. Clover's years of experience as a WOOHP agent had made her used to being knocked out and then waking up abruptly, but Daphne had no such experience, so it was a bit harder for her to get her thoughts together.

"How are you feeling Daph?" asked Clover, concerned for her sister's wellbeing.

"A little sleepy, but otherwise okay," replied Daphne as she pulled herself together. "But where are we?"

"I don't know," said Clover, "but I think it's a fair bet to assume that we're no longer in the Groove and wherever we are, it's way classy!"

Suddenly, the living room TV switched on by itself and an image of one of the masked kidnappers appeared on the screen.

"Good evening, Ms Starr," said Jarvis over the speaker systems. "We trust you and your companion are feeling refreshed after your, err, evening nap."

"NAP?!" yelled Daphne at the screen. "Dude, you totally drugged and kidnapped us! That is like so not cool!"

"Um, I don't think he can actually hear you, Daph," said Clover as the masked man continued speaking.

"Now, we feel you ladies are perfectly entitled to an explanation, so here it is. You have been selected by 'Kidnappers Incorporated' to be the latest guests in our luxury holding chambers, where you will remain until a suitable payment has been arranged for your release. Until then, please feel free to make full use of our first class accommodations, which includes an 'all you can eat buffet' and a magnificent spa chamber, which includes a swimming pool, a sauna and a Jacuzzi."

Daphne could not believe her ears. "Seriously? This guy expects us to lounge about while we're being held to ransom? How shallow and gullible does he think we are?"

The man on the screen continued with his well-spoken speech.

"In case you are afraid that members of our staff will intrude on your solitude, let me assure you that Kidnappers Inc. respects the privacy of our guests, and so no cameras and listening devices have been installed in your accommodations. They are unnecessary, as a reinforced vault door covers the only way in and out of these chambers. To break out would require a powerful explosive, which you ladies do not possess, so escape is impossible. We have also confiscated your mobile devices so you may not be inclined to be unwise and try to call the authorities for assistance. You may rest assured that no harm will come to either of you, so please just sit back, relax and enjoy your stay here at Kidnappers Incorporated. Thank you very much."