Kidnap Me ║M.Y.G

Ch8~[Glacial]

How utterly dumb could I have been?

To think this was fun, thrilling even. To think he has gone soft on me. Such a naive mentality is required to be oblivious to my situation, and yet, here I am.

Warm.
The tears escaping my swollen eyes and landing on my arm in a strangely rhythmic pattern.

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Cold.
The black, wooden floor underneath me that registers as a fuzzy image in my brain.

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Burning.
The pulsating waves of pain in my side that I pathetically try to alleviate by cocooning the wound under my palms, not exposing it to the rather cold air.

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Glacial.
His eyes. Not only that, but his whole being. It's funny how he could switch to an entirely different person in a matter of seconds.

Are you perhaps familiar with that feeling when a person does something and it changes the way you see them to 180°? Like you can never look at them the way you did prior to that. It could be something simple like a touch - you never considered him more than a friend but then maybe his hand lingered on your thigh for a moment too long, or he showed you a smile that for some reason made you weak in the knees. And from that moment on you percieve them in a different light.

On the other side of the spectrum, however, stands my situation. Despite the cold, annoyed looks he'd give me, despite his aggressiveness and his words, I still pictured him as somewhat of a normal person. I realize it's a bit far fetched to place a criminal under the 'somewhat normal' category, but he had this 'je ne sais quoi' that made him soft at times.

But that's far gone now.

I clutch my side as I attempt to lift myself up, my legs trembling from the remaining shock. I glance down to see my bloody hands and the gray material of my sweatpants soaked in dark red. Making my way out the empty kitchen, trying to avoid putting pressure on my left leg as it would increase the pain, I slowly walk up the stairs, leaving small droplets of blood here and there, behind me.

Grabbing the ladder, I climb on it, leaving red handprints on the metal, as groans escape my throat. A scream echoes through the attic from what I guess is the reaction to a bloody hand pushing the scuttle door.

Ironic. How the tables have turned. Now I'm the deer in front of the headlights, as I come face to face with the unknown woman, still tied to the pillar. She scans me over before she starts crying in what I assume is terrified empathy. I, on the other hand, have a completely unexpected reaction.

Laughing. I start laughing histerically, in a maniac-like manner, making her go silent and wide-eyed.

'He-he fucking c-cut me.' I yell between fits of laughing. 'Can you believe it? He actually fucking cut me, this bastard.' I continue laughing as I approach her, clumsily plopping down in front of her, still clutching my side. She looked like she was unable to comprehend my reaction, which made her scared.

'I was so incredibly dumb it's funny. Like, I actually thought he wouldn't notice. And he even pretended he didn't, this jerk. Damn, he's smart.' I giggle, waving my bloody hand around to accompany my words.

'Are you o-'

'MARK ME. Bwahah. That's what he meant. Mark. Me. He was gonna cut me up. Can you believe my mind flew somewhere else when he said that? And what's even more ridiculous is that it excited me.' I keep on yelling as the ironic wave of realization hits me.

I go silent myself as I point a blood covered finger to her, my face going expressionless.

'What's your name?' I question, furrowing my brows together. She moves her head back, and visibly gulps.

'It's M-Mayra.' she stutters.

'Well, nice to meet you, Mayra, I'm...' I pause. 'hungry. This bastard didn't even let me eat my fucking pasta!!!' I shout, making her flinch. What the hell is up with my attitude? It feels as if I'm under the influence of alcohol or some weird drug even though I'm positive I'm not.

The loud familiar sound signaling someone is here made me jump. He didn't even look at me as he made his way to his laptop, quickly turning it off. Anger boiled inside me as he turned around and approached us, crouching down next to me and in front of Mayra.

'See this?' he spat out at her, as his hands roughly grabbed mine and pulled them out of the way to reveal my wound. 'This is what happens when you don't behave around here. I'll be back in a few hours and you and I will have a little chat. I highly suggest you tell me what I want to know cause I'm dangerously close to running out of patience. And if that happens, you could consider Y/N here as being a happy case, since she's still alive. I hope you get what I'm implying, blondie.' he shoots her a psycho grin, before glancing coldly at me. Is he actually threatening to kill her?

Tears escape her eyes again as she starts trembling and spewing out incoherent sentences. He simply gets up and leaves.

After maybe an hour of talking to Mayra and trying to calm her down, as well as getting information out of her, I unintentionally pass out, still holding my side that I had covered with a towel.

The sound of muffled screaming makes me slowly leave my subconscious state and wake up, as the noise becomes quieter. A loud thud makes me snap to reality as I shoot up, regretting the sudden movement as it made a wave of pain hit my hip.

As I adjust my eyes to the dimly lit room, I notice there's actually no one there. I must've had a bad dream.

But then it hit me.

There's no one there.

She's gone.

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A/N: Aghh, we hit 1k *screams*
Thank you so, so much. I know it may seem like I'm making too big of a deal out of this and that 1k is nothing compared to the big books out there but for me it's a small achievement that I'm sooo proud of. I really, really appreciate your support ^^

Anyway, this is a bit of a boring, actionless chapter, but don't you worry your adorable lil faces cause the fun is just getting started.

Any thoughts on her weird reaction to getting sliced up like salami?

Thanks again, it means a lot <3
Buh-bye now.