I Was Kidnapped And... I Liked It? Boyxboy.

Angel With A shotgun.

Chapter 9.

✄ Edited:

Angel With A Shotgun. (The Cab.)

*** Shane's P.O.V ***

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Recap:

Sometime while I was sleeping I could feel myself being moved but didn't have the energy to open my eyes. Instead I snuggled down into the warmth of the bed and fell right back to sleep.

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It shouldn't of made me feel better but I started to laugh.

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When I woke, I found myself still in the same room. But this time I was naked, and someone else was in the room. Well not a somebody, more of a two somebody's.

It was the twins.

I scrambled back in the bed, making sure to keep the quilt tightly wrapped around my exposed body.

"What are you doing here?" I growled, yes I was angry and these two were who I was going to take it out on.

"Coming to see how you are?" Mikhail asked like it was a question.

"To see if you've eaten?" Lockie asked as well like I was stupid.

"Well you two can fuck right off," I snapped, "you are fucking keeping me in this room and for what?" I wanted to stand on the bed but I was naked and I would not be showing them my junk.

"It's not..." Mikhail sighed, "it's not us who are keeping you here."

"WELL WHO THE HELL IS?" I yelled, I could feel my face getting hotter with my anger and couldn't help it when I wanted to cry.

I wanted to cry but not because I was scared, not because of what would happen, but just because of the fact I was somewhere I don't know.

"Please shut up," Mikhail snapped harshly.

My mouth hung open and I shuffled further back in the bed.

"Wait..." I mumbled to myself, "NO. I will not shut up! Somebody has taken me and you know who! Tell me now!"

"SHUT IT!" Lockie yelled. He was rubbing his temples and I felt like doing the same.

"TELL ME!"

Mikhail sighed heavily and came towards me with a roll of duck tape. I was frozen on the spot while he put the duck tape round my feet first, then my wrists and a strip over my mouth. He didn't move the quilt from my middle, he must have known I wasn't decent or he would of just moved it, right?

"Now that will keep you quite hopefully," he went and sat back down in the seat and tears eventually started to roll down my cheeks.

"Don't cry," Mikhail said more softly, using his thumb to wipe them away. They just kept coming though.

"Well you just fucking put tape over his mouth moron!" Lockie hit the back of Mike's head and he let out a hissing noise. It shouldn't of made me feel better but I started to laugh.

"Look what you've done," they said in unison, they were looking over at me but when the door started to look as if it were going to fly off its hinges, their eyes grew wide and they rushed over to it.

"Yes?" They both tried to ask sweetly.

There was a furious whisper from the other side but when the twins stopped moving I guessed it wasn't good.

They both then nodded their heads and the door was shut, then locked.

Mikhail came over to my without a word and started to take the tape from where he had previously put it. Lockie didn't say a word either, he more or less sat back on his chair like a robot.

"I'm gonna have a shower," I whispered, I didn't want to speak any louder incase I disturbed the piece, but I didn't want to walk around naked either so I wrapped the quilt around me and tentatively walked to the bathroom.

I hadn't noticed it before but there was a shower hidden in the corner of the bathroom. It wasn't like the one I was used to, more like the ones you get when you go swimming. Open with nothing around it to stop people seeing you.

"Great," I muttered to myself. Luckily the bathroom door had a lock on it, so I flipped that lock and let the quilt fall around my ankles at the door.

The hot spray hit my back in a massaging rhythm, making me feel like this genuinely wasn't that bad.

I've read stories about people being kidnapped, being kept in basements, not being given food and being chained to walls and what not. But me? I get food, and the twins have come to see me, even if I don't like them anymore, and I get my own bathroom? Like, this isn't much of a kidnapping.

I certainly wasn't going to tell any of this to the twins though, just incase the person who really took me decided I wasn't worth his time and killed me.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and then I think it was Lockie's voice floating through, "you best hurry up and get dressed! We gotta go!"

My face scrunched up with confusion. Go? Go where?

"Where's it we're going?" I called back less enthusiastically.

"To dinner?" He made it sound like a question but I was still confused, wasn't I supposed to be kidnapped?

"It's not with us!" He added obviously as an after thought.

"Who is it with?" He didn't answer my question and when I finished with my shower and dried, my head peaked around the bathroom door to find both twins gone and cloths sitting on the bed for me.

"Yay," I didn't bother to argue, instead I slipped the cloths onto my body and looked down at myself.

It was a pair of tight fitting black trousers, a shirt that was one size too small and dress shoes along with a waistcoat.

I look ridiculous. Like usual when I tried to look nice.

There was a knock on the door a few moments later and I nearly jumped back out of the cloths if they weren't so tight.

"I should have known," I muttered as Christopher stepped through the threshold.