Not So Cliche Kidnapping (Uncompleted)

Chapter 35 - Paid By The Couch Cushions

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Chapter 35 - Paid By The Couch Cushions

I noticed Marcus calmly walking over to us on the bridge. His eyes widened in relief when he saw me, but quickly covered his expression with a poker face again.

He walked a bit faster.

He finally came up to us and basically forced me out of Jordan's arms and into his own.

The gesture took me by surprise even though he does these kinds of acts all the time.

He pulled back from the hug and cupped my face in his palms. I got a bit worried at what he was planning, but he just kissed my forehead in the end.

He let go of my face and hugged me once more. The transition was so fast I couldn't process it until I was already in his arms again.

Damn, he's even taller than the other two.

"Don't worry me like that." Marcus breathed, squeezing me tighter.

I coughed and patted his back, indicating that he would murder me if he continued this any longer.

Marcus let go and someone wrapped their arm around my shoulder, immediately pulling me back into that someone's arms.

"I feel like a doll." I groaned.

"You are a doll." Ray flirted.

"Yeah, the cutest doll." Jordan grinned pulling me from Ray's arms and into his own. Ray snarled from his action. He was about to grab me again, but Marcus pulled me out of the way.

Oh, thank God. Marcus will save me from this, right?

"Well this doll is limited edition, so don't rip her arms off." Marcus warned the two.

I only got halfway through my sigh before it quickly turned into a gasp when someone grabbed my arm and yanked me their way.

Before I could even say anything, the person scooped me up and I was being held bridal style. I quickly held my hand to my chest, as if could calm down my heart.

Which it didn't.

I looked up to see Ray, smirking down at me. "She's my doll."

I quickly looked away from him, feeling vulnerable under his gaze. I was vulnerable to all of them whether they were staring or not.

If it weren't for their own greed and jealousy, they wouldn't have stopped each other from raping me.

But if they were all just horny and didn't care who was the first to steal my v-card, I would've lost my virginity weeks ago. Almost a month ago.

That's a scary thing to think about.

"Alright, let's go home." Ray suddenly grinned and I whipped my head towards him.

"H-home? Which home?" I stuttered, scared of going back to the mansion.

"Aw. You consider the mansion as home? That's cute." Jordan gushed next to me, ruffling my hair.

"It's not cute, it's concerning," Marcus muttered, which surprised all of us.

Is he...? Is he trying to convince them to let me go?

"I mean, we've kidnapped her, harassed her, made her work for us. She has already stabbed someone, been framed, and just now, tried to kill herself. We've kept her for so long, she's calling the mansion her "home". Don't you guys feel guilty at all?"