Stolen

Chapter 3: An unwanted choice.

"Abby?" I raspily whispered. I cleared my throat.

"Pen!" her voice shrieked shakily.

"One more sound, and you won't see each other again" One of the kidnappers snapped.

I looked over to my left, and saw two young guys.

Both looked as if they were in highschool. The guy that snapped had light brown bieber-ish hair, brown eyes, and wore a well-fitted t-shirt, and I tried hard not to look at his abs which were faintly noticeable. He looks like he could be 17.

The second guy that was now trying to take the rope off of Abby had the same hairstyle as the first one. He was looking down, so I couldn't really look at his eyes.. and I don't want to see my kidnappers eyes.

I looked around. We were in a house, and a pretty nice one. The room looked like a fancy living room. The couches are leathery egg shell white, the tv is gigantic hanging on the wall, and the fireplace looks like it's made of marble.

I couldn't stop staring at my first kidnapper. Was I actually checking him out? What is wrong with me! I can't "check out" my kidnapper, even if he is around my age! And even if he is kind of good looking.. I should really stop thinking like this now. It's just plain wrong!

He glared at me. I looked down hoping that he didn't notice me staring at his body.

"Hurry Up, she's gonna come home!" the first kidnapper said to the second kidnapper, struggling to unknot the tight rope.

The first kidnapper made a shoo gesture to the second, and took his place. He took a pocket knife out of his butt pocket, and started to slice the rope back and forth. Abby winced her eyes praying he wouldn't cut her. As soon as he fully cut the rope, and released it off of Abby he grabbed her wrist roughly, and pulled her to her feet.

slam.

As we heard a car door slam, both guys ran to the window on the door, and peeked out.

"Get up! both of you!" said the first kidnapper, "Hurry! Follow me, and don't make a sound or else." He looked down, and quickly flashed a taser to us.

He roughly grabbed Abby's and my arm, and rushed us up the long staircase. Our footsteps sounded like it could be from Big Foot. He directed us to the end of the hallway in front of two doors. He looked behind us, and nodded his head to the second kidnapper. I looked back at Abby, and saw the second kidnapper push her into a room and close the door behind them.

"Where's-" I started but the first kidnapper cut me off.

"Taser." He said blankly.

He opened a door that's across from the door Abby & the second kidnapper went in, and pushed me in. I fell forward into the room as he also came into the room, and closed it. He locked the door which alarmed me. Who is he trying to hide us from? Who's room am I in? Who is he? I figured this must be his room.

My eyes wandered around the room. At this moment, I want to see anything, but my kidnapper. The walls were a light grey, the door from the inside was purple, the bed looks like a queen sized bed. A queen sized bed.. only for him? He's the luckiest person in this world. He has his own customized room, lives in a huge house, got away with my kidnapping..

"I'll be right back. Get comfortable.. Make yourself a home- I don't fucking care just do not leave this room!" He said as he exited the room, and closed the door behind him. I could hear his footsteps fade away.

I was too scared to move. Should I try to escape? He had his taser in his pocket, so what if he caught me trying to escape? And I can't leave Abby..

I walked around the room glancing at everything I passed by. Until I saw another door. It looks like a closet door. I opened the squeaky door as slowly as I can. I peeked inside. It was pitch black. I opened the door half way and stepped inside. Some of the light from his room shined into the pitch black room. I found a light switch next to the door frame. I turned on the light, and gasped.

I jumped back at the sight of jackets that are literally an inch away from my face. Red, blue, white, green, light green, bright yellow, etc. He had every color of jacket that you can imagine. Behind the closet door looked like a plain old small closet. Nothing special. I closed the door, and turned around. I didn't notice the 1st kidnapper that seemed to be watching me with his arms folded. My eyes widened.

"Suprised to see me?" He said with a smirk, unfolded his arms, and walked closer to me.

I looked down, and stood completely still like a statue. My heart was beating so fast I thought that he could hear it. He stroked the right side of my face as he stood in front of me.

"You're goregous" he whispered, still stroking the side of my face.

I held my breath hoping he would stop touching me. I didn't have the balls to look at my kidnapper at all anymore, so I kept looking down.

"Talk."

My heart beats fell silent.

"Talk, don't be scared." I could hear the fustration in his voice.

"You kidnapped me.." I whispered.

After an awkward silence he finally said, "But I'm giving you a choice".

He's letting me go home!