𝑾𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺

Chapter One- Rope Burn

-NOT EDITED-

Celia's POV:

Despite it being on my very long ,extremely stupid ,bucket list I never thought I'd get kidnapped.

But here I am, tied to a rusty metal chair with my hands restrained behind my back. The scratchy rope was cutting into my skin leaving me uncomfortable and vulnerable to anyone who approached.

I scanned my surroundings to try and find something to escape with but nonetheless I was stuck in a freezing cold, dark and damp room alone with nothing but myself.

I'm not quite sure how long I've been here, maybe three days? It could have been more to be honest but I lost track of time, counting the seconds is quite boring and I have a short attention span.

Whoever kidnapped me hasn't visited me whilst I've been conscious and I haven't had food since I've been tied down here.
It's quite obvious that they're expecting me to break but I seem to enjoy my own company and I've been trained for these situations for years.

You see, my father is this big important guy in the British government and I'm pretty sure he has a few shady connections to some kind of mafia ordeal but I'm not quite sure.
I don't really speak to the old man unless I want something from him and that's not frequently.

So if my kidnappers want something from me, I don't have much to say other than I hate my father and everyone else in my god forsaken family so kill away.
I'm not kidding.
Kill them all, I hate them.
The bunch of stuck up fucks with their heads to far up their arses.

I'm not particularly scared of the situation I'm in, more intrigued and slightly bored of being sat here. There's a door in the left corner of the room and I see a shadow of a man standing there through the day.

I've named him Pan.

I'm not sure if that's his name but I think it suits him well.

You may think I'm stupid for not being scared but if my kidnappers wanted to kill me they would have so I'm quite okay with being down here.

Pan doesn't talk back to me when I ask him questions but I know he hears. Sometimes I even hear him chuckle and that makes me smile.

I don't exactly have a plan of how to worm my way out of this situation when I come face to face with the person who kidnapped me ,whilst I was walking home ,but I'm sure my charming and charismatic personality will aid me in doing so.

It's safe to say I can't wait.

-a few hours later-

A loud clanging sound woke me up from my sleep and a bright light fought it's way into the dark room, causing me to squint my eyes.

After a few moments of adjusting to the intrusion of light my sight focused upon a man.

An attractive man with honey blond hair and bright green eyes.
He had a slight stubble blessing his jaw and he was wearing what seemed to be gym clothes.

As he walked into the room his face held no expression but what really intrigued me was the tray he was carrying.

The scent of maple syrup pancakes danced in my nose and awoke my senses, causing me to smile.

The man walked towards a table at the side of the room and placed the tray gently on it, slowly he paced towards me, still holding no emotion on his face.
Rudely I stared at him, I hadn't seen another person is so long and he looked like a gift sent from heaven.

He walked behind me and I felt the roughness of the ropes leave my skin and drop to the floor. The man circled the chair until he was in-front of me, then he bent down and untied the ropes that were restricting my feet.