Being Kidnapped By Taylor Swift

Chapter Nine: The Captor

I looked at him, he wasn't wearing the mask that Taylor said he was in last night, so I could see his face. However, I didn't recognize him. I looked over at Taylor, and she looked just as confused as I did, so she didn't recognize him either. The man was in his late 30's, early 40's, he was very large, and and buff. He had a bald head, and a little scruffy beard on his face, and he was dressed all in black. He almost looked like a security guard. I looked down at his hand, and saw a gun, which made me a little scared. "Taylor! Get up here!" he yelled, motioning his hand with the gun, towards the door.

"Uhh okay," said Taylor, very quickly and nervously, as she she got up, startled, and went up the stairs and through the door. The captor followed behind her, locking the door behind him.

I sat there confused. It made no sense. If this was some random guy, why would he want to kidnap Taylor, and then make Taylor kidnap me? But it wasn't specifically me, he just wanted one of her fans, she picked me. Maybe Taylor was still behind this. It didn't seem like Taylor though. Then why? What was the motive?

I sat there for a few minutes, pondering my unanswered questions. Then after about 10 minutes, Taylor came back into the basement. She was carrying 2 plates of pancakes, with butter and syrup. She walked down and set the plates on the table we had dinner on the previous night. I sat in the chair I was in last night, and Taylor sat in the other chair. "Hope you like these, I made them just for you," she said picking up a knife and fork, and cutting her pancakes.

"They look delicious," I said, doing the same.

We ate for a bit in silence until Taylor asked in a bit of a whisper, "So do you know who he is?"

"No," I answered, "I thought you maybe did."

"I don't recognize him." she replied.

"I think there's something more behind this," I said, "but I don't know what it is."

"I just want to get out of here," she said.

"So do I," I replied.

We finished our breakfast and Taylor took the dishes up, then came back down. We talked the rest of the day about various things. Towards the evening, Taylor was called upstairs. She then came back down with leftover stew from the past night. We ate it and then she took the dishes back up. When she came back down the door was slammed shut, and locked behind her.

"He's left again for the night, and we're locked down here," she said in a saddened voice.

"Looks like another night down here," I said. I hopped into the bed, and Taylor laid next to me.

We laid there, until I slowly fell asleep.