50 Days With Tony Stark

Kidnapped

Author's note: this part contains rape so don't read if you're sensitive to these themes.  

I don't know how long I'm out, but when I finally come around my whole body aches. My head has a throbbing pain and my muscles hurt. I open my eyes, still hazy. I feel only a blanket between me and the hard concrete floor. I sit up slowly and look around the room taking it all in:

It's concrete; concrete floors, walls, and ceiling. It looks like a basement. It's pretty empty except for some shelves against one wall and a toilet in the corner of the room. The stairs are in a corner across from me leading upstairs. It's small but it doesn't feel claustrophobic because there isn't much down here. There is a very small lightbulb hanging from the ceiling by the stairs. That's the only light there is.

Where the fuck am I? Did I actually get kidnapped? I never would have dreamed this would happen to me. My dad was always paranoid that I would get kidnapped and now it's finally happened.

I stand up and here chains clink on the concrete floor. I look down and realize my ankles are chained to the wall. Well how the fuck do I get out of here? I try to search the room for a few minutes but there is literally nothing in here that can help me. The shackles are tight, making my feet go numb. I sigh and sit down. I know calling for help won't help. I'm in a fucking basement. I'm still wearing my apron from work and just the clothes I was wearing before I got here.

I don't know how long I sit there and think. I think about how much my dad is worrying about me right now, which makes me start crying and sobbing quietly. I hope MJ is doing better...I wonder how long I'm going to be here. Who even kidnapped me? Maybe they just want my dad's money because he's pretty rich. I know he would pay any price for me. Hopefully that's just what this is.

After what seems like forever I finally hear someone walking around upstairs. I don't yell because it's probably the kidnapper. Should I pretend to be asleep so he won't know I woke up yet? I don't have time to decide; I hear the basement door open and footsteps coming down the stairs.

I press myself against the wall like I'm trying to get away from them but there is nowhere to hide. I see shoes coming down the stairs; men's expensive dress shoes...fuck it's a man. He comes down into the basement and it's TONY FUCKING STARK? Why?? Why would he kidnap me? What the fuck would he want? He has enough money so I know it's not money.

I should have been more careful. He was literally staring at me for four days in a row, waiting for me to leave work, and he probably followed me home. He was probably listening to me talk to MJ...

He stands there staring at me and I stare back at him. I know he can see the fear in my eyes, but he doesn't react to it. He has a notepad in his hand and he starts writing something. That pen could be a weapon....I could jab his eye out or something. He keeps glancing at me and then writes again. There is silence in the room except the pen on paper. I can't say anything and he seems to not want to talk.

He kneels down next to me and I flinch away from him. He puts the notepad and pen down and I think about grabbing it, but he starts unlocking the chains around my feet. Maybe it was money after all and my dad paid already, I think. I glance at the notepad to see what he was writing. It looks like a shopping list? I didn't know he went shopping. It sounds funny for some reason. He's getting sausage, cucumbers, bananas, carrots...and wait...what the fuck is this shopping list?

He's done unlocking my chains and points to the toilet. Damn it, it's not money. I could just run upstairs right now, but he's probably gonna just catch me. I sigh and walk over to the toilet. I do need to go. He continues writing his weird ass shopping list. At least he's not watching me. When I'm done I just stand there.