I Think I've Been Kidnapped

Chapter 21

THREE DAYS LATER

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***Mai's P.O.V.***

My stomach growled for perhaps the billionth time in the past three days. I'm pretty sure it was the sound of some of my stomach screaming as it digested itself. I knew that all I had to do was give it food, but that wouldn't help my plan any. If I had gone three days without food I could go a bit longer. What was that? Are the boys starving me? No, they would never do that. Then again, I didn't think they would kidnap someone and I was wrong there...

Nah, I was starving myself. Before you call me stupid, let me explain. I have this all planned out so I'm not crazy or anything. Then again, I am having a conversation with nobody... I blame the hunger. Anyway, this is all for a reason. Assuming I'm right, and the boys haven't caught on to me yet, and they'd be smart enough to try and get me help, this'll work.

You see, for the past few days I had been flushing the food they gave me down the toilet (yes, they had locked me in the bathroom as soon as we got to the hotel. Original, I know), and- besides the fact that the toilet would clog often- everything was going right. I could practically feel myself getting weaker by the minute, and that would be when I could get out of here. Eventually, I would pass out and the boys would have to take me to the hospital unless they wanted something worse to happen. Once there, someone would surly either recognize me, or I could tell someone that the boys had kidnapped me. Either way, I would be getting away from them and I'd get back home. I just wish I didn't have to starve myself in order to get there, but oh well.

At least one boy was always in the hotel which made this a bit more easier. I wouldn't want to pass out and have no one there to notice; that would be bad. Today Louis was with me I think. So, when he knocked on the door I hummed my response and he stepped in. They hadn't exactly given me my space since the tour bus incidents, but they were really pitiful around me. Always pouting as if that would make me forgive them, and occasionally there would be a tear that I would ignore. They weren't going to gain my sympathy or my love back.

Louis had a plate of eggs, toast, bacon, and some sort of round ham slices balanced on his hand. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my moan in when the delicious scent reached my nose. It was hard to resist the urge to eat when you saw something so delicious, but I was strong. ''Hey, Mai,'' he smiled sadly as he stepped towards me. He let out a small and nervous chuckle after the words and looked to me hopefully for a response as he clarified why he was laughing, ''It rhymes.'' Once he saw that I wasn't budging, he cleared his throat but didn't let the usual frown overpower his forced smile. Instead, he sat down next to me and handed the plate to me. I just looked down at it.

I swear the eggs were taunting me. It didn't help that Louis had arranged everything into a smiley face because now I could just imagine that smile laughing at me. My resolve was stronger than their power, though, and I stared down at them with a frown. I could feel his gaze on me and I knew he was wondering why I hadn't picked up the fork by now, but I still made no move to eat. Before long, he picked up the fork and shoveled a bit of the food into his own mouth.

''We didn't put drugs in it or anything, so eat up,'' he instructed while he chewed to prove his point. I still made no move to eat and his brow furrowed in confusion. ''C'mon, Mai, you have to eat your breakfast,'' he persisted though my expression of indifference didn't change. He pursed his lips before taking the plate from my lap and dug the fork into the eggs. He then brought the fork to my lips and tried to pester me into opening my mouth. Once I didn't he puckered his lips at me and started to coo as if I was a baby while saying, ''Here comes the airplane.'' My expression stayed kin to one of unamused while I clenched my lips shut.