sweets ✧ r.kaji ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

chapter twenty-one : fried chicken in gravy

pain. voices. mold. scratchy rope. fuck. my head hurts.

your eyes opened to be flooded with a bright white light. it seemed you were in a sitting position with a cold concrete wall against your back. everything was blurry, and your head hurt.

"ah, she's awake..."

you widened your eyes, forcing the dizziness out of them. the numbness still coursed through your limbs, but you weren't gonna hesitate to figh—

"are you okay? the dizziness should disappear in a few." a girl with short black hair in messy braids knelt in front of you, her sweet voice showed genuine concern.

"wh...what?" immediately your eyes scanned the room; there were two other girls aside from the one in front of you. they couldn't have been your kidnappers. "where am i?"

"oh, wouldn't you like to know," the redhead girl leaning against the wall said, sarcasm in her tone. thick, fiery swirls of hair that cascaded to her shoulders were pushed back when she crossed her arms over her chest. "you're just another boo-hoo goody two shoes that won't get us anywhere."

"excuse me?" you stood up, only to find your hands tied together with a thick rope. "at least i'm not the one wearing black leather pants with a black leather jacket. where is your fashion sense, girlie? did the kidnappers steal that too?" the headache you had was unpleasant. 

that shut her up. 

"s-so you knew you were kidnapped?" a small voice from the corner of the barren room said. a blonde girl wearing a white dress sniffed. her eyes were puffy and scared.

"not really, but i'm guessing they used some kinda drug on me." you then turned to the ravenette girl that asked if you were okay. "thank you. i feel better."

she smiled at you, relieved. "since you're the latest one, i'll explain. we were all kidnapped the same way: using chloroform to knock us out, and we all just woke up here. i'm amaya, the blonde girl is miura, and the redhead is suzuki. the door is locked, and all our hands are tied."

"ah, so i did get kidnapped," you said, almost to yourself. "well, um, nice meeting you." you shook her hand awkwardly. being in an empty room with three other girls gave you bi panic—especially since two were nice to you.

"what's your name?" miura asked meekly.

"l/n. nice to meet you!"

"now isn't the time to be making friends!" suzuki yelled suddenly. "are all of you dumb? defective?! we are in someone's basement with no way to get out! and you—" she pointed at you, "—are useless, just another stupid bitch more focused on being nice than actually trying to escape!"

you scoffed at her childish behavior. bro, imagine being named after a car brand. "okay bro, pop off i guess, but being shitty to everyone isn't gonna get us out of anything either, so like, chill out a bit?"

she scowled at you and huffed. you felt like she was pissed off at how you ignored most of her insults and acted "superior" or something, but that was kind of true since you could just kick her square in the face and she'd fall like a stick...you wouldn't do that though, since you're such a nice amazing person.

"let's think realistically. the door is locked, right?" you asked, turning to amaya.

she nodded.

"we can only escape if someone from outside opens it, and that's gonna be the kidnappers." you paused, weighing your options, which weren't a lot. "i know how to fight, but against probably more than two full grown guys, having to somehow keep you guys untouched, and my hands tied is more than impossible."