I wake up somewhere, bound and gagged, and blindfolded too. It's cold and dark wherever I am. I try to move my hands, despite the bindings, but I find it impossible.
"You're awake," Jeff says.
Anger makes me kick out toward his voice, and I hear him chuckle at me. He walks close enough to breathe on me and then touches my shoulder gently. I raise my head, my eyes wide and searching despite the blindfold.
"Scream, and this gag goes back on." He pulls the gag and blindfold off me and I am staring at his pale face and dark, red-tinged eyes.
"What, you're into the kinky stuff now?" I ask.
"Ah, there's the y/n we all know and love," he says sarcastically.
"Where are we? What is this place?"
"A place where people disappear to," he replies cryptically.
I look around me. We are in a dark, secluded place in a house. No doubt the basement.
"You're going to let me go."
He laughs. I want to punch him in the throat. In fact, I would do so if I could move my hands. But, since I can't, I'm shit out of luck.
"We were gonna have a life, you know," he whispers, more to himself than me. "I was gonna take him out of here, bring him somewhere safe. But he wasn't smart enough to keep his mouth shut about the prophetic dreams he'd had, and then I lost him."
"Sounds to me like it isn't my fault, it's yours," I say.
"No need to be a fucking bitch, y/n." His voice is a low growl. But it doesn't sway me.
"I'm sorry, who kidnapped who?!"
"Oh please. Like you are in any danger whatsoever. Well, at the moment you aren't. But you will be if you don't shut the hell up."
"Come on, be original for once in your life," I snap. "Who writes your threats? Because they should be fired."
"You and your acidic wit. Sorry I can't stay for long, my dear sweet y/n. But I will be back once I've found my brother. Thank you so much for your sacrifice."
He then vanishes, leaving me alone in the dark.
