Not So Cliche Kidnapping (Uncompleted)

*Chapter 2 - Will You Call Me Master?

Chapter 2 - Will You Call Me Master?

I woke up to a tugging feeling. I slowly opened my eyes and realized what was happening.

Picture this: You just get kidnapped, yelled at, and then you take a shower for relaxation and go to bed. Then you wake up to one of your kidnappers, straddling you and pulling up your shirt. Or... hoodie.

My eyes widened in shock as my body stiffened.

Jordan looked up at me with his chocolate brown eyes and realized that I was awake and panicked.

He coughed uncomfortably, pulling back down my hoodie, crawling off of me, and flicking his shaggy black hair out of his face.

"What were you doing?" I asked, strangely even more uncomfortable than when he was on top of me.

"You uh, I...." He coughed again. "I've never seen you without your hoodie. Plus, I gave Ray a nice outfit to give to you, and I wanted to see it on you. Is it too small? Is that why you're wearing your hoodie? Damn it! I knew I should've picked a size up. I'm really sor-"

I interrupted him. "You're fine. The outfit was perfect. Thank you."

"Then why the hoodie?" He questioned, still looking slightly hurt.

"I'm really close to this jacket. I don't want to leave it."

"Then just tie it around your waist."

"No... I... I don't want to. It's personal, okay?"

Jordan looked at me in confusion but nodded understanding. Standing up and walking to the door. Before he exited, he stopped and looked back at me.

"Your other clothes are on your dresser. I cleaned them for you." He smiled softly, followed by walking out of the door.

Jordan's too nice to be a kidnapper. Honestly.

I walked out of the room after straightening it up, knowing Ray would probably complain.

I walked down the stairs slowly. I inspected my surroundings a bit better now that I wasn't running or being carried. For being kidnapped, they sure do give me space. It's odd.

I sat on one of the small side chairs, not really knowing what else to do.

After about 5 minutes of coping and thinking about life, the guy with the gun (We'll call him 'Mr. Yet To Be Named') walked in and sat on the main couch.

He glanced at me in confusion, but quickly shrugged it off, switching on the TV and turning on basketball. Now, I may be a small, fragile, quiet girl, but man do I love a good game of basketball. Of course, I can't actually play it, but I sure do love watching it.

I leaned over on the side chair to see the screen. Mr. Yet To Be Named chuckled at me and patted the cushion next to him, signaling me to sit there so I could have a better view. Normally, I would decline without hesitation considering he was a kidnapper and probably a murderer too, but this is basketball we're talking about. I happily accepted his request, standing up and plopping down on the main couch, eager to see what happens next.

"Oh come on! That was totally a foul! Did they seriously not see that??" I shouted at the screen, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

Mr. Yet To Be Named chuckled again and put his hand out in front of me. "Name's Marcus."

"Melissa." I took his hand a shook it with a smile on my face. "Y'know Marcus, you're the only one who actually introduced themselves. I had to learn the other's names by eavesdropping." I paused. "That sounded weird."