Kidnapped By G-Eazy

two

Madilan Jacobs

For the past twenty minutes I've been in the same spot. The floor with my arms crossed over my chest and glaring at G. My legs are bent out in front of me almost blocking him from my view. He's tried to talk to me several times but I ignore him.

"Look if you wanna leave you just need to get the keys. Which I advise you to do soon there digging into my dick" he says smirking

"I already told you I am not putting my hands in your pants." I say through gritted teeth

"Fine, I guess you don't want to leave that bad then" he says standing up and walking towards me.

I flinch as he squats in front of my body and traces the fresh cuts on my thigh. A glint of sadness Sparks through his eyes but quickly disappears.

"I wanna go home" I whine tears filling up my eyes. "Why won't you let me leave?"

"Look babygirl it's not that easy." He says "Well it is. You just have to get the keys then you get to leave and go home to your mommy"

"I am not putting my hand down your pants to get some stupid fucking key!" I yell at him.

His hand raises and hits my left cheek. My body falls sideways but I sturdy myself before I hit the floor. This isn't anything new.

"Don't raise your voice at me again" he says sternly before yanking me to my feet by my arm

I don't react when he shoves me into a faux leather chair. Something pokes my butt and immediately realize that it's my phone.

"Fine. I'm sorry. Can i at least use the bathroom before we hang out?" I ask trying to make it seem like I really had to go.

"Yeah I guess. Second door on the right" he tells me.

I nod and stand up to my feet before taking longer strides than usual to get to the bathroom quickly. Once I'm inside I lock the door and pull out my phone. I quickly type my passcode in and text my mom.

To; MamaBear
Hey Mom I don't think I'll be home tonight or maybe ever G-Eazy has me locked in his tour bus and won't let me out. Please don't call. DO NOT CALL! Mom please don't call then he'll know I contacted someone. I need you to call the police and tell them where I am the address is on the fridge.

I wait a few seconds before my phone vibrates. It's not my mom though.

From; Damn Daniel 👟
Your mom told me what's happening. Are you okay? Were you with him when I called? I already called the police they said his show ended hours ago but they'd send someone to check. Stay safe baby❤

I don't bother to message him back because I know I've been in here for much longer than I usual take to just use the bathroom. I shove my phone into the waistband of my pants rather than my pocket. Maybe he forgot I had a phone.

I flush the toilet for no reason and quickly glance at myself in the mirror. I look like a mess. Oh well. I unlock the door and glance down the hall. I see that the door is open and G is talking to someone. An officer.

I run up behind him and G turns around slinging his arm around my shoulder.

"Hi baby. This is officer Greg he just stopped by to make sure everything was going okay." He says.

The cop cocks an eyebrow at me and I panic. "Hel-" I begin to say help before G cuts me off by kissing my cheek and whispering bad things in my ear. "Hello officer Greg. I'm Madilan."

"Nice to meet you. So everything's okay here?" He asks.

G nods his head and I give the cop a look of fear. "Can I talk to the officer privately, please?" I ask sweetly

"Hun, I'm sure this man has better things to do than listen to your ignorant banter about nothing. " He says

Damn his acting skills are dope.

"No you see officer. Mr G-Eazy here kidnapped me and has held me hostage all night. He wont let me leave. Please help me" I rush my out of my mouth.

G pushes me inside before politely telling the cop that I was joking and everything was okay. He shuts the door and puts the lock back on it before shoving me onto the floor and yelling.

"You know I don't really enjoy yelling. It makes things seem less intense. I'd rather talk at a slow pace and be stern so people take me seriously! But with you it seems like I never stop yelling!" He tells me as he walks towards me slowly. With every step he takes I scoot back farther.

I stand up and push his shoulders "Stop yelling at me! Why won't you just let me go home?! I wanna leave! This is illegal!" I ramble. With every other word I push him back farther

Finally his knees hit the couch and with one last push he falls. He purposely stuck out his foot and made me fall on top of him.

I scream as he holds me place on his lap. His hand connects with my throat and he holds a firm grip on me. I don't gasp for air but instead I take small breaths through my nose and remain calm.

He let's go and picks me up as he stands. My body falls limp over his shoulder and he carries me to the last door at the end of the hallway. He tosses me onto the bed like I'm a ragdoll.

I sit up and scoot myself to the far corner, trying to get away from him. He laughs and removes his shirt.

"This your last chance to get the key" he shrugs. I don't move from my spot as he climbs across the bed towards me. He kicked the door shut and it automatically locked. Well fuck. Ain't that just perfect?

"I'm not putting my hand in your pants G. Please just let me leave. I'll do anything" I sigh

"Obviously you won't do anything or you would've already been home by now" he says laying down beside me. "Come here"

"No I don't want to be anywhere near you" I say standing up and climbing across him before going to the other side of the room

"That's too bad. Last time I checked you don't have a choice." He says before walking to me

I put my hands over my eyes to keep from seeing him. He prys them off and pulls me to my feet before walking in a circle and pushing me on the bed. He falls on top of me but is careful not to put all of his weight on me. He hovers over my face before sliding his hands up my side and to my face. He leans down and begins to kiss my neck.

"Please don't" I say barely audiable

"Don't worry baby I ain't about to do anything. My crew is asleep beside us right now. I don't need my manager yelling at me because we kept him up all night." He chuckles before standing up and removing my shoes.

Tears flow freely down my face as he unbuttons my shorts. I refuse to lift my body up and that results in me getting hit. Hard. On the thigh.