Love Is Like A Playlist

Definitely Not Deserved

*Kidnapper #2 POV:*
I watched as she laid sprawled in the backseat of the van. I knew it was wrong; what we were doing.

I was promised the answers for the big exam at the end of the year, so that's my cut!

I reached from the front seat and removed her hair from her face and over her shoulder.

"What are you doing? Leave her alone! You're gonna attract attention!", my annoying partner screeched.

I rolled my eyes and rubbed the back of my hand on her soft cheeks. I turned around in my seat and looked out the window.

"Oh my gosh! I know you're not, getting soft over that b!$*h back there!", my partner gasped.

I continued ignoring and tried to calm my now guilt-filled stomach. We pulled up into a old un-used warehouse.

My partner slammed the van door and pulled open the backseat door.

"Hurry get her out!", she demanded.

I picked Jasmine up bridal style. I followed behind my partner who was taking her hair out of its messy bun, and shaking it into its new place; flowing down her back.

Jasmine slowly started to wake up in my arms.

"Oh no! She's waking up!", I yelped trying to rock her back to sleep.

Stupid idea but if it works on babies its worth a try. But it didn't help.

"Punch her or something!", my partner says, pulling the warehouse doors open.

"I can't do that!", I say still rocking her.

"Ugh", my partner groaned.

She walked over to my arms. I held them out and closed my eyes. I flinched at the sign of knuckle against cheek bones.

"Easy pessy lemon squezzy!", she says.

Jasmine cheek turns a nasty shade of purple and blue.

"Lay her here." I do as ordered and tie her legs and arms, then tape her mouth.

"Now! What should we do first?", my partner pondered.

"Shoot her then burn her, or make her die slowly then burn her?"

My stomach knotted as the visual of both popped in my head.

"Die slowly is more like it!", she pulls a shot plunger and a little bottle with a green liquid in it out of her boot.

I watched as she filled it with a evil smirk. She droped the bottle and walked over to Jasmine.

She said 'some words' then stuck the needle in Jasmine's arm.

Jasmine sat up straight, her bust proceeded to move in a circular motion, her eyes opened revealing blood red lines in them. She slowed and fell back down.

My partner laughed and sat on a stack of old wooden boxes. She pulled out a cigarette and began to smoke.

I picked up my back pack and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?", she hissed.

"For a walk", I say causually.

I throw my bag across my shoulder and walked down a path leading in the woods.

I hear a loud smack and a muffled scream. Jasmine was now a wake and what was coming her way, was difinately not deserved.