Hostage *EDITING*

Chapter 1

Jess's P.O.V

I woke up somewhere I didn't recognize. A basement or attic maybe? I feel light headed, and I can't think straight. Where am I?

I try to sit up only to find myself wincing in pain. I groan as I plop my head back down on the pillow. My head was throbbing and my ankle was in so much pain it was almost numb. I had a slight crap in my side, but it nothing compared to my ankle.

I turn my head side to side taking in my surroundings. I'm laying on a wooden floor, and the walls are also wood, but it was almost as if the room wasn't finished. There were gaps in the walls and the wood looked really old. As my vision clears up, I notice the ceiling comes to a point, meaning I'm most likely in an attic.

The floor is covered in a thin layer of dust, except for some foot prints. There's a couple items of furniture, but not much. Even with so little, the place looks almost classy. There's a bed, a dresser, and a small boxed off space in the corner with a small door, which I'm assuming is a bathroom.

I hear a creaking noise coming from behind me- the attic door I assume. I shut my eyes, pretending to still be unconscious, not being entirely sure if this is the best idea. I hear the creaking as someone climbs up the stairs, then another person climbs up.

"Isn't she just precious!" A feminine voice says, in a very excited manner.

"She's lovely," A deep voice replies, hinting it's a male.

"She's just... perfect," The female voice speaks, as if she's tearing up. You can almost hear her exaggerated choked sobs.

They keep talking, but by this point, my headache is so bad I actually drift back to sleep.

This time, I wake up in a bed. I look around and realize it's the bed I saw earlier. I'm comfortably tucked in, strangly enough. I try to sit up, I manage to lean against the wall behind the bed. My head still hurst, but it's definitely better. My ankle seems to be the only thing hurting at the moment, but I'm not sure exactly why.

I decided not to get up knowing it won't hold me up.

"Hello?" I say, not recognizing my own voice. It was raspy and dry, almost as if I was screaming for hours. But jot only that, it sounded... foreign. As if it wasn't my voice.

I pull the covers off and look around again, trying to figure out where I am and how I got here. I didn't recognize the voices, but then again, I didn't even recognize my own voice.

I try to stand up, knowing that sitting around won't do anything, when I suddenly let out a yelp as I set my foot on the ground. I fall to the ground and begin crying softly.

Someone must've heard me, because the ladder opens to the entrance of the attic as someone climbs upstairs.

A female walks up and gasps in shock.

"Henry!" She shouts frantic.

A man then climbs up the ladder.

"Yes dear?-" He asks, but looks over to me before she needs to answer.

"Well good morning," He says, with a warming smile on his face.

"W-who are you?" I studder.

"I'm Henry, and this is Quinn, but please, call me Lion, and her Tiger." He says, gesturing between the two.

"W-why? W-why can't I'll c-call you be your r-real names?" I ask, studdering a lot.

"It's pleases us." They both stare at me intensely as this is said. I shiver at how creepy that sounded.

A warm smile joins Loin's face again. "What's your name?" He asks politely.

"My name's-" I stop. I think long and hard. What is my name? They look a bit confused. Suddenly, Tiger slaps Lion hard.

"You hurt her! You must've hit her head and gave her amnesia. She doesn't know anything." Tiger gaze narrows at Lion.

I stare at her blankly. Amnesia? Is that why I don't remember how I got here?

Lion turns to me again, slightly frustrated now, and says, "Either way, now you're Kitten." And with that, he walks back down the ladder.

Tiger is now standing there, a bit awkwardly, and says, "It's alright dearie, no need to cry."

I didn't realize I was crying until she said that. She walks over and wipes my eyes with a tissue. She helps me up, but I instantly fall back down, screeching in pain. Frantic, she lifts me onto the bed using all her strength. She sits on the end of the bed in silence. I finally break the silence when I ask, "Who are you and why am I here?"

She looks at me and says, a bit concerned. "We just told you who we were, do you not recall?"

"All you told me were your names, not who you were. And why am I here?" I repeat.

"We are your new family and we saved you. We expect you to be kind and not to ask so many questions. I suggest you go to bed, it's getting late,"
She concentrates hard on me while speaking in a harsh, but quiet voice.

I don't say anything more before she turns away and heads for the ladder. Before leaving she says,

"Don't make any sounds, Lion is most likely sleeping by now. I don't want you to end up like the Kitten before you." And with that, she leaves.

There was a Kitten before me? What does that even mean? Now terrifieing thoughts fill my head as I lay all the way down. Questions spin around my head forming a tornado that feels like it's ripping me apart.

All I know now is that I need to get out of here, and soon.
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Sorry for such a short chapter, I'm hoping the next one will be longer as I'll be getting more into the story.

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(P.S. The name Kitten was inspired by my best friend PanicAtTheTumblr69 ! Love you guuuuuuurrl)