Not So Cliche Kidnapping (Uncompleted)

Chapter 39 - Never Wanted To Let Go

Chapter 39 - Never Wanted To Let Go

I sprung up from the covers in panic. Did that all just happen?

Of course it happened.

I breathed heavily and I looked around. I wasn't in my room. I was in my room at the mansion. I recognized the position of the bed and the dark colors of the wall.

Why am I here?

Didn't I go home last night? I got out of the bed and looked at myself in the mirror. "What the...?" I stared at myself. I was wearing that maid uniform that The Boys told me I wear while working.

"The Boys"?

I walked out of the room out of curiosity. This... seems familiar. It's never happened before, but I feel like it has. Maybe to someone else?

I walked down the stairs. Everyone was gone. Everything was silent. It felt nice.

I quietly walked down the stairs, observing things as I walked to the kitchen. The living room was completely clean except a blanket and pillow that were scattered on the floor in front of the couch.

I walked to the kitchen, feeling slightly hungry. I opened the fridge and pulled out ingredients to make a sandwhich: chicken, lettuce, tomato, condiments, cheese, etc. Something felt strange about this, as if not normal. I mean, they're just sandwich ingredients, so it shouldn't feel wrong.

I made the sandwich and put it on a plate, as I was turning around to go back to the living room, my eyes landed on a door in the kitchen. I don't think I was told about what's in here. Everything about the door seemed horrifying. The aura around it gave me chills as a million voices in my head told me not to go in.

But I ignored them as I walked towards the door. I carefully opened it and saw stairs going down into a room. There was a dim light, but that was all I could see from the angel I was at. I slowly walked down the stairs in curiosity.

Curiosity killed that cat.

I was pretty confused when I saw a jail cell. The cell door was wide open and I stepped toward it to observe it more, the plate still in my hands.

"Was somebody recently here?" I spoke aloud, knowing that nobody could hear me since everyone was gone.

"Oh don't worry, angel. I'm still here. You're not alone." A deep voice spoke behind me. The sudden surprise made me drop the plate and it shattered on the floor.

I spun around to look at the man. He had brown-grayish hair and a messy stubble. His held a gun to my head.

I think The Boys told me about this guy. What was his name? Perceil, I believe.

"P-perciel? What're you doing??"

"I really hate to do this. You were really the nicest out of everyone. But you still didn't let me go, so you must suffer like the others."

"S-suffer?"

"Sadly, your suffering will be more physical. The others will only suffer, because they won't be able to save you." He fake pouted. "I'm sorry."

This felt too familiar.

Before I could react, Perciel aimed down and pulled the trigger. It went directly into my stomach and the pain was immediate. I back up to the corner of the room and fell to the floor, avoiding the glass pieces scattered on the floor.

I screamed I pain as I curled and held my stomach. Perceil walked out of the room with a smirk on his face as I cried.

Tears flooded from my eyes and a few seconds past before The Boys ran in.