Meshed

Prologue

"Oh good God. It reeks here!" I shouted at my supposedly kidnapper. When someone thinks of a kidnapper, he'd envision a scary, ghoul-like man who was left by his wife 'cause of his lack of a high-paying job and afterwards resorted to drinking alcohol which is bad for his oral hygiene. In short: ugly + bad breath = kidnapper.

This guy in front of me is totally not even close to being one. He looked very professional. Suit that probably cost more than my life, shoes that are more Italian than a sausage and pizza, sunglasses which could put Nicole Richie's collection to shame, he really looked like James Bond who was hypnotized by Voldemort to go to the bad side.

But seriously though, Mr. "kidnapper" is the worst one of his kind.

Once he heard my complaint of the 'eau de stench' scent of this place, he scurried to someplace distant. I swear, he might've went to a nearby shop and bought a Ralph Lauren perfume. Oh goodie, I was luxuriously kidnapped, what's next? A five-star meal? I giggled to myself. Then it turned to a loud laugh, then to a guffaw and finally I gagged myself up. What a day it was.

I smiled sadly as I reminisced the past events. Who could've thought that 6 months already passed since I met the guy who I could...(oh God it really pains me to say this)...who I could possibly love? 

I should warn all starry-eyed girls out there, especially those who are gaga over Bieber, love sucks, big time. Why? Well, I'm a proof. The reason why I was kidnapped out of dozens of girls who wished they were was because of him. Yes, the guy I'm in love with. Talk about tough love.

And that's what you get for meddling with royalty.

Sigh, little did I know before I accidentally hurt the gut out of him that I could wind up in this mess. Well, there were a lot of mess I winded up in because of him...