Bryan x Antri

Chapter Urmom

Sweat runs down my forehead as I attempt to fan myself with my hand, it isn't very effective of course and I am bored out of my mind. My eyes glance around the room, searching for a clock to no avail.
Rolling my eyes, I reach my hand into the side of my pants, rumbling through my keys, my earphones, my chapstick, loose change and finally, my phone. Quickly turning the display on, I let out a long sigh. My shift was over and I could finally go home. My hands made their way to my breast area, carefully taking off the "Bryanne Taylor" name tag with a little smiley face drawn on it, along with a hidden penis.
The time was 9:04, and my shift had ended exactly four minutes ago, reaching for my bag my legs drag out of the staff-only room and out into the car park. I always hated walking alone at night, occasionally a druggie would run up to me and beg me for money.
This time was not much different. I mean, I was a very easy target, especially with a bright red employee shirt with a yellow M on my breast pocket.
My eyes made their way to a hidden alleyway I hadn't noticed before. I pondered on whether I should check it out at 9:00pm with absolutely no light source and safety. No, I didn't. I'm not stupid.
I huffed out a small breath as I began walking faster. At first, I was just doing it because of a feeling but now? Now there really was someone following me. Their footsteps were hidden, but not silent. My hand tumbled through my pocket and interlocked with my keys, I tried my best to make my hand look like it had claws, putting one key in between each finger. I started to increase my pace before swiftly turning around and yelling, "HIYAA TAKE THIS" like some ninja. Yeah, it didn't work out. I felt a hard object make contact with my head, well to be more exact, I heard it.

My eyes fluttered open like a petite princess because I am very feminine. I am Brynne Taylor, the most feminine person ever. My vision was blurry, but I could still see my surroundings with ease. I was trapped in some small room with one door and a table. Of sharp objects. And a bucket. My legs uselessly flopped around as I realized I was tied up. With rope and duck tape. Whoever kidnapped me probably had something personal to resolve. I mean, who randomly kidnaps an employee at maccas who earns minimum wage and has nothing to do with their lives? Maybe it was Colette, she could still be salty about me asking for her penis. Actually, I can think of many things she could be salty about. Before I could think of the many things I had done to people, my thoughts were interrupted by a loud slam of a door. The door. In the room.
My eyes were met with a masculine 5'8 finnish male with supposedly black short hair and grey eyes. Boom. I was in love. Maybe it was the way he walked in the room, or slammed the door. I mean, I wouldn't mind being kidnapped by this guy.

"..." he said, meaning "oh, you're awake" in Morse code. no he didn't actually bc iwlet him have a voice ig whatever loser L

"I see you're awake." The male said in a thick finnish accent. Somehow, his voice was like super deep and he sounded like corpse husband. Must've hit puberty hard.
"Hey handsome, was it you who kidnapped my heart?", was what I tried to say. Because I had duck tape on my mouth, it came out as, "Hheee suk my cok", which wasn't the message I intended.
"Excuse me? Did you just say suck my cock?" He raised an eyebrow.
I tried saying no, but it came out as a muffled sound so I shook my head.
"Huh, it sure sounded like it. Anyways, I am Antonio Pavlova. Do you know why you're here?"
I shook my head again. This certainly wasn't Colette.
"Well, the Taylor family has quite the history of.. let's say stealing money from me, and now you're going to pay for it. Literally. Either you pay me 5 million dollars in cash on the spot or you'll have to live with me in my mansion and satisfy my needs." He said before harshly ripping off the duck tape from my mouth area, successfully popping a pimple too.
"Dude, I work at maccas for minimum wage and cannot afford to pay rent. You want five million dollars in cash, on the spot, right now?"
"Yes. Or else yo-"
"Ok cool I'll go with the other option then." I cut him off.
"Ok cool follow me." He took off the role and duck tape, pretty much waxing me for free and led me outside the room, which turned out to be the mansion he was talking about. I followed him up to his bedroom and then I, Brynne Taylor and Antonio Pavlova engaged in a serious game of chess. The game of chess went on for two years, which after then Antonio passed away on the spot from dehydration and starvation, Brynne following him to hell not long after, but winning the game of chess. The end.