They Don't Know About Us (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Black Tar and his buddies were enjoying a guys night. They laughed and talked, as if they did not kidnap a woman. The alcohol was beginning to take affect as they continuously drank beer, wine and spirits. None of them could stand up straight, let alone drive.
Being a "black market" area of town, taxis were hard to come by. But somehow, they got one. The taxi driver drove them to their place and helped them through the front door. They fell asleep on the floor that night.

*Next Morning*

Darcy's POV:

It's been three days since I was kidnapped. Or has it been five? I don't know anymore. There's nothing here for me to track the time.

My stomach as growls as loud as a lion's roar. I hear voices of men complaining loudly. They're arguing over what to eat for breakfast. My stomach growls as if to scream for food.

The door is locked so there's no way for me to get out of here.
I hear footsteps coming closer to me. The door swings open. A man I've never seen before stands in front of me. He clears his throat.

"Hello beautiful. What do you want for breakfast?" He asks. I stare at him shocked; unaware of how to answer. Apparently, I took to long to answer when he said,
"I asked you what kind of food you wanted. This is how a conversation works. I ask a question and you answer."

I shake my head and reply,
"Burrito. Twenty of them." He nods.
"And take a shower. I'll lead you to the bathroom."
I get up, grabbing his hand and he leads me to the bathroom.

He lets me shower for fifteen minutes before I hear his voice scream,

"It's been fifteen minutes already! Are you done?!"
I clear my throat,
"Yeah. I'm getting out now!" I turn off the water and wrap a towel around my breasts and body.

The door swings open as he saids,
"Here are some clothes." His eyes widen as if he had never seen a naked woman before.

"Thannnk you." I take the clothes awkwardly from his grasp and shoo him away.

I got dressed and opened the door. The same man was standing at the door.

"Boss made me come tell you that your food is ready." I nodded.
"What's your name?" I asked him, not wanting to have a face but not a name to him.

A/N: Merry Christmas to my family to yours.