A case of Stockholm.

Chapter Seven.

Everything is dark. I'm not sure whether I've gone blind, I still haven't regained consciousness or it's just really dark. Male voices are surrounding me, muttering. Their voices low so I can't detect what they're saying. The smell of pine trees is strong. The air had a slight chill to it. Oh and my head was the most painful single thing I had experienced. Ever. The voices get closer and I can make out what they're saying. There seem to be 2 or 3 people around me. All male.

"I think she's awake." There's a tenderness to his voice that surprises me a little.

"Dude, I think she would've spoken by now if she was awake." The Australian accent catches me off guard. "I can't believe you've done this either. That was kinda a dick move. You know kidnapping is a criminal offence right?"

I'm lying on a soft surface. A bed maybe? I roll over and grunt as I, clumsy as I am, fall off said soft surface. I can't form a sentence to I start grumbling. Strong, familiar hands grasp my arms and settle me back from where I fell. A blindfold is removed from my eyes. The sights overwhelm me. I'm in a small room on a dark, olive green sofa, the place looks lived in (a little too lived in) and there they are. My kidnappers. He's standing right in front of me and my breath catches in my throat. He has brown hair which looks fluffy, a crooked grin that makes him look like he hasn't been happy for years and those eyes. Those piercing blue eyes. He was the epitome of attractiveness. If only he wasn't mentally deranged.

"How are you feeling?" He asks me and I'm stuck for words.

"My head..." is all I manage before my throat runs dry.

"You've been out for a good few hours. I'll get you a cup of water." He leaves me and goes through to another room. Australia gets up and follows.

"What are we supposed to do now?"

"Please, not right now. I need to figure stuff out." I can hear them talking. These guys were obviously amateurs at this.

"You abducted her with no plan? Are you being serious? What about her parents? I should just leave you now. I really should but, urgh, you're infuriating." Blue eyes chuckles, a melodic sound to my ears. They continue bickering and I take the time to take in the rest of surroundings. They weren't the cleanest people ever and the room was still dark, light being blocked by planks of wood. I try to get up but my legs don't allow it. Again I land on the floor with a thunk. Well this was embarrassing. They both come running through alerted by the sound. I look at them and then use the sofa to rise to their level. This didn't exactly work. 5"3 me didn't measure up to a 6"2 guy. I tilt my head up and see his face properly. Up close he wasn't so perfect. I stumble back to the sofa on my own. He offers me a cup of water.

"I'm sorry about the mess. We weren't expecting company." This guy has the guts to joke at a time like this? What kind of monster was he?

"You know my parents won't pay anything, right?" I say taking the water in my hands and studying the contents.

"I think they would." I look up. "Also I haven't done anything to that water."

"What would you know about my parents?"

"I know that they're trying to marry you off to that posh twat Hamilton." He signs that off with a smirk.