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I woke up feeling dizzy. Where the heck am I? I reached to rub my temple but my hands are tied back to a pole they apparently have in their basement. Is it a basement? I don't really know but it's really rough. No carpeting at all. I hate places that don't have carpeting. I scanned the room to see what type of place this is. There's a bunch of old-used materials and it's pretty big. I don't know how many acres but that's probably because my head is throbbing. Suddenly, a man appeared in front of me, still wearing his black outfit. Did he have a mask on when he captured me? I don't really know.
"So, princess's awake." The man said.
"Where's my best friend?" I demaded him to tell me.
"Oh I don't know. Greg took care of her." He replied sternly.
"What do you mean he 'took care of her'" I asked.
"Probably driving her home pretending he's saw her on the sidewalk alone and didn't want her to be lost/kidnapped. You friend will soon tell her parents about the whole story and her parents will tell your parents and they would have no choice but to pay the ransom or else we will have to kill you." The man said.
The fact that he was going to kill me if my parents didn't pay the ransom, frightened me. I'm too young to die. I put on a brave face and said, "You're stupid. Do you really think my parents will pay the stupid ransom? I'm adopted. They never cared about me. They took me in because they frickin' pity me." What I just said was not true. I was not adopted, my parents will do anything to save me and they do care about me. A lot. I don't want them to pay the ransom. They kidnappers can just kill me. I don't care. My parents are not rich. What happens after they pay the ransom? We won't be able to survive. Without money, none of us would be able to survive. We don't own a farm. We just own a tiny apartment. With 2 bedrooms. I was on only child so I have my own room and my parents share a room.
"Like I'm suppose to believe your words." He said.
"Well, you should because what I just said is all true. If I were lying, you'd think I'd come up with a belivable story that fast without having to pause to think of the next part." I bluffed.
"You have... a good point." he said trying to slick his beard. Let me tell you. He doesn't have a beard or a goatee!
"I also do." I said nodding my head. This guy is kind of dumb. It's like he's only been in the kidnapping business for 2 hours.
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Hours passed which seems like days. All I did was sit there tied to a pole. I'm starving so much you can hear my stomach growl from 10 feet away. I don't really know if that's possible. I'm just trying to make my point.
"Hey!" I yelled out, "I'm hungry!" A moment later a man showed up. It was the same man. He had a bowl of soup in his hand. It was carrot soup. They're good but not the best.
"I got some carrot soup. Carl is here to the rescue." Carl said.
"You really think soup's going to make me full?" I asked.
"No," he stated, "you will only be full for about 2-5 minutes. We don't want you to be in your best condition. The more desperate you look, the more money we'll get out of your parents."
"You guys are monsters. How do you even live with yourself?" I asked disgusted.
"Not much of a challenge." Carl replied.
"Untie me so I can eat." I demanded.
"No way. I'm not going to take that risk. I'm not stupid." He replied.
"Then how am I suppose to eat?" I asked.
"I'll feed it to you." He said.
Ew. I really didn't want him to feed me. I faked a disgusting smile, staring at his hands. What if his hand smells when they reached my nostrils? What if he didn't even get the soup out of the can? What if he just made it with his dirty hands? What if I eat his germs? I have what if questions swirling around in my mind. I just really didn't want to smell his hand.
"I rather rather starve." I said, disgusted.
"Suit yourself." He said then stood up and walked away. When he reached his fifth step I had to surrender.
"Wait. Fineee. Feed it to me." I said rolling my eyes.
"That's what I thought." He said, smirking. Turns out he did have smelly hands. I almost gagged but tried to hold it in. I'll just hold my breath when his hand reaches my nostrils. I didn't imagine being kidnapped like this. I really didn't expect to be in a warehouse but a laboratory. I know. Strange. I imagined the light to be blinding me, tape over my mouth, I'm tied to a table. Nobody fed me. Heck, they didn't even talk to me. I would go crazy. Minutes would seem like hours, Hours would seem like days, weeks would seem like a month and a month would seem like a year. I was not scared. No, I was not scared to death. I was worried. Worried for my parents. My precious parents.
So that was the end of chapter 2! I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I worked really hard on it. I would make it longer but I'm kind of too lazy to. Sorry? Anyways, if you forgot about the Instagram group already, here's my account: @pancakesr2fab4u join us on conversations and Q&A! I'm especially proud of this chapter because I achieved typing over 1,000 words! I hope you liked this chapter and stay tuned for the next one.
