Cotton Panties

Chapter 5 - Loose Corset

I've always led a very boring, simple practical life. Even as a kid, my favourite colours were brown and white, something that will help me blend with the floor and walls. I wanted no attention on me, nothing that made me pop out. I wasn't competitive when it came to anything. I had very basic goals in life, get a stable 9 to 5 job, own a silver Honda car - any model would do, and buy a three-bedroom house that had a backyard that can host 10 people all at once, not too small or big. Of course, when I started dating Mike, there was a lot of attention on me. But even the press realized that I was too boring to be a magazine article. And I loved that. I loved my boring predictable life.

So I didn't exactly know how to react when I found myself being kidnapped. You see when you have led such a boring, uneventful life, you never know how to react when life takes you by surprise. Was I supposed to scream? Was I supposed to ask questions?

I should ask questions.

Like why is my ex-fiance's driver/bodyguard suddenly holding a gun to my lower back and dragging me to what looks like my ex-fiance's car while my date is on a call with someone? Why am I cooperating without a squeak? What will happen to the pizza we were just eating? Would it trigger my kidnapper if I ask him to grab a slice for me? Why the hell am I worried about a pizza while I have a gun on my back? What is wrong with me?

But of course, I didn't ask any of those questions. I was too surprised.

When we entered the vehicle, I noticed two things. First, it smells like Mike, as if he was in the car minutes ago. And second, I wasn't alone. There were two guys casually sitting in the front, as if a girl being kidnapped and dragged into their car was a normal occurrence.

I always assumed that kidnapping would be a big deal you know? Like people panicking, the getaway car rushes to leave the scene before someone catches them, or use of a mouth gag to silence the kidnapee. Nothing of sorts happened here. Everything and everyone was too calm. Including me.

As soon as the car accelerated, I snapped out of it.

"What the hell? Where are you taking me? What the fuck is happening?"

"Ms. O'conner, please calm down."

"I am not calming down Charlie, you just held a gun at me and basically kidnapped me. Where are you taking me? And where the hell is Mike?"

"I am taking you to him."

"Why couldn't you just tell me that? Why did you use a gun?"

No answer.

"Who are these people?"

No answer.

"Are you gonna answer me?"

"I am sorry June. We should be reaching our destination in about 20 mins. I suggest you relax until then."

"Says the guy who kidnapped me," I mutter and look out the window trying to figure out where we were going. Not that I would know any direction, I suck at directions. I can't survive without GPS, sometimes I get lost while using it.

I decided to think of an escape plan, I mean I have to do something right? Cause my mind is all blank right now. So I have to force myself to think.

Talk about an adrenaline rush. This feels more like a sleep attack.

Okay, as soon as the car door opens, I will kick Charlie in the nuts, aim for his gun. Once I have the gun, I'm gonna point it towards them and slowly back away from them until I am so far back that it will give me a good enough head start to run. Perfect. That sounds like a plan.

Okay June. You can do this. You worked out a few times in your life. You have muscles. I think.

As soon as the car stopped, I waited in my seat for Charlie to leave the car and open my door. But it wasn't Charlie who opened my door.