I Read The Unknown Diary

13-Frogmarch

One word. Six letters.

Kidnap.

The only things I knew that happened was Tim applied some kind of sedative on his handkerchief, looking around if anyone was watching, me screaming and boom!

I'm kidnapped!

I woke up and perceived that they blindfolded my eyes with a black cloth and my hands and legs were tied with some sort of Dynema ropes. It was tied to hard that I could sense bruises on my skin due to the way the tied. I felt a man next to me and we were moving. In a car maybe...

They were Jim and Tim. I could smell Jim's citrus and grapefruit perfume. Maybe Tim was driving and Jim was sitting next to me. I wanted to speak (consider as shout) but my mouth was taped.

"Mhhm. Mmhamm iis dape." Arghhhh! I wanted to tell Jim, remove this tape.

"It looks like she woke up." I heard Jim tell.

"Give her another sedative. Quick. Or she'll make noise on the way." Tim ordered. I hate you! Hate you so fucking much!

This time I'm not going to capitulate myself. I started to squirm and slither here and there. Jim caught my arm tightly and I think his other hand was occupied with opening the sedative. I kept wiggling to free myself. I bent my face down, towards the car seat to escape from the sedative.

The car or whatever vehicle it was, came to a halt. Oh no! If I'm not wrong, Jim and Tim exchanged their places. And the vehicle moved again.

Tim held my wrist tightly, trying to sway me. He came closer to me my ear and kissed my earlobe and secretively said, "Don't try. You can't escape. You are so hot that I can't resist myself. You know, I don't want to rape you when you are unconscious. I'd rather do when you are awake and struggling for help. So the moral is," His secretive tone turned into a rude one, "Shut the fuck up and let me put this."

Blood rushed throughout my body and I was raged. I wanted to beat the shit out of him. I hated him from when he entered my house and I still hate him.

The next time I was roused, they were frogmarching me. I was made to sit in a chair and my each hand was tied to each hand of the chair and each leg was tied to each leg of the chair.

They removed my blindfold and stormed out. I took some time to study the room.

The room was cold, bleak and had the most piercing darkness ever. I tried my best to understand the objects in the dark room. The room looked surreal and smelled evil. There was a abandoned and broken table, closed windows and lots of spider webs. The room made me feel nauseous. 

Then it hit me. My phone! I bent my mouth to touch my hidden jean pockets and thank god! My phone was in. But the worst part was, I couldn't take it. There's a good part too, my phone is switched off so surely Liz or Jackie or Amber will call me. When they find out its switched off, they'll come home. They'll get shocked seeing my house door open with my absence. They'll contact Mr.Sanders, see the footage and find out about Tim and Jim. God knows how they'll trace them and reach here. Overthinking like a cliché thriller film? Yes, I might be. I'm a sucker for those.

Jackie was sharp enough to find I didn't have my breakfast that day. This is no different. I hope!

I was all alone for almost an hour or something. I was beginning to feel hungry. Last time I ate something was yesterday, before meeting Danny. I've only had only coffee this morning.

I smelled like a mixture of sweat and perfume. Lord, save me! I haven't bathed from one and half day and I've been sweating due to my escapades.

When I almost lost my patience, a man entered into the room. He was plump, had minimal beard and moustache and only a little blackish-grey hair. He was wearing a black sweater and black jeans. He probably would've been 45 or 50 years old.

"Look who we have here." He ululated in his high pitched voice.

I didn't speak anything and I couldn't. My mouth was taped, remember? I frowned at him and moved my eyes down, hoping that he understood my signal to remove the tape.

"I will pull out that thingy. I don't care if you shout because nobody is going to hear you." He came closer, "Typical huh?"

He pulled out the tape harshly, letting me to take some air in.

"Relax! Take your own time and breath as much as air you want. Relax!"

"Don't make me angry and then tell me to relax. It's like pressing a pillow on my face and asking me why am I not able to breathe!" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Nice one. But I'm not flattered. Try more. " He squatted next to me.

"It's okay if you disagree with me. I can't force you to be right." I frowned even more.

He chuckled which got me on my veins. "Let's play a game." I suggested.

"Eh?" He gave me a moronic look.

"I get to ask you 2 truths and 1 dare and you can do the same." I got this idea from my mom. But it was 20 questions and 5 dares. However, I improvised it. Mom said me this game to make more friends during my middle school.

"So that you can dare me to untie your legs and hands? Believe me, Olivia, I'm not as stupid-" He smirked.

"Surely you would've kidnapped me to get some information from me. So think about it. Those 2 questions can make a difference." It was my turn to smirk.

He opened his mouth to say something but it looked like he was choosing his words. "Clever."

"No, I'm not. If I was, I wouldn't have been so easy to kidnap." I tried to shrug.

Keyword: Tried

With my hands tied with those Dynema ropes, it was impossible for me to even move my muscle.

"But no funny business. You can't dare me to untie you or leave you free."

"Geez, I won't and I know you won't even if I ask. I am clever in this aspect. Okay?" I rolled my eyes causing him to laugh.

He crossed his legs and sat down in front of me.

"Let the games begin!" He said.

Mister, we are not in Olympics. Don't get excited. I have my plans!
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A/N-For those who are confused with Jim and Tim....
        Jim is the friendly one who said he wanted her and Tim is the arrogant one.
        Jim is older than Tim. I've attached their pictures, so do have a look.
        Thanks for all the love guys. *kisses and hugs*
       
Lots of love,
felixpuella