𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙆𝙔 𝙄𝙎 𝙉𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 - 𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙮

Not the Brightest Kidnappers

Emma rocked her head back against the concrete wall of her little prison cell as she listened to the bickering between Colton and Miles. Combined with the rotting smell of decaying leaves and the humidity in the air it was enough to drive Emma's patience up the wall. Her head throbbed with pain from irritation while she glared at the two men who had proceeded to poke each other in the chest as the fiddled with the camera.

"Are they always like this?" Emma uttered out in a monotone voice to Vivian who was leaning up against the cell bars with her arms crossed. Vivian lightly rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh as she also continued watching them. "Almost always." Vivian hummed out as she scanned her fingernails for any flaws. She didn't want to be here but, Colton insisted that she came saying it may calm Emma seeing a familiar face.

She didn't understand why though, Emma and her had hated each other back at Jurassic World. Vivian had purposely tried to seduce Owen every moment she got. Lucky for Emma, Owen was strong and usually denied her even though she could tell he didn't want to. In a way Vivian was also jealous of Emma, she had a stable job, a normal family, a handsome boyfriend, and a baby on the way. It was everything Vivian wanted but, couldn't have and it made her blood broil every time she was the over privileged brat.

Vivian bit her thumb nail agitatedly, pretending to avoid Emma's curious stare, and to tune in on her bosses conversation. Colton had snatched a raggedy piece of cloth from Miles large hand and had started shaking it violently towards him. "Why do we need a blindfold?" Colton hissed out at Miles, who was clearly grinding his teeth. "So she doesn't know where we are." Miles replied through gritted teeth. Colton threw the piece of cloth at Miles' chest, balling his fist at his sides in anger.

"You idiot, she already know where we are and who we fuckin' are!" Colton shouted at the taller man who had his arms crossed across his chest with a deadly gleam in his eyes. "Who's brilliant idea was that? Who's to say she's not going to blurt out where she is while we record?" Miles retorted, picking up the small piece of cloth that had fallen on the floor. Colton mumbled to himself as he fidgeted with something behind his back, grunting while doing so.

"Aha." He whispered out as he pulled the hand gun from the back of his pants, jiggling it in front of Miles' face. "This will keep her quiet." Colton said in a deadly tone before turning around towards her, with the gun pointed at her head. "Isn't that right, sugar bear?" Colton's lips turned into a deadly grin as Emma winced as she caught sight of the gun, shaking rapidly. "B-be careful where you point that thing." Emma stuttered out, guarding her face from Colton and Miles.

Colton rolled his eyes as he placed the gun back in the back of his pants. "Cocky little shit." He whispered out before turning to Miles once again, who had a cheeky smile on his face. "She's a bit daring. Are you sure she's not going to blurt anything out?" Miles purred out while staring at the pregnant woman in the cell who cautiously looked between him and Colton with worried yet guarded eyes.

Miles accepted this stare off as a challenge and sauntered towards the cell with a coy smile playing on his lips. "Miles." Colton warned as he eyed his subordinate crouch down to eye level with Emma through the cell bars. Emma pressed her knees up against her belly trying to shield herself from his alluring gaze. "Hey sweetie, come here. It looks like you could use some water." He chided, pulling out a water bottle from his pack and sticking it through the bars of her cell.

Emma gazed at it hesitantly, studying the odd gesture coming from the man who wanted to injure her the most. It also had Colton confused as well. What was his play? "Go on now, it's not poisoned. Look." Miles took a large swig from the purple bottle, sloshing it around in his mouth first before swallowing it and gazing into Emma's eyes. "You have beautiful eyes. Come here, pretty eyes. I want to help you by giving you water." Miles cooed out, sticking the bottle through the bars again.