I'm No Damsel In Distress

im no damsel

When I later awoke, I felt drowsy and confused but then that was replaced with fear. I remembered my situation and my body became tense waiting for any signs of danger. Keeping my eyes closed, I lay there, listening to a quiet hum and muffled voices, not wanting to draw attention to myself just yet.

Soon, the voices got louder and I scowled on the inside at the pounding headache I got from the inconsiderate asshole speaking so loudly. Of course I had no idea what they were talking about, but still strained to pick up anything that would give me an idea what their plans weyiard what sounded like someone sitting on leather and snuck a peek.

Busted.

"Hey, little American. Nice of you to finally join us, yeah?"

I could only stare. A man barely older than myself sat across

from me. He had messy dark hair, was clean shaven, and looked pretty big. While he kept his dark eyes on me I did a quick sweep of my surroundings and it dawned on me that I was on some sort of airplane. Soon, I heard a beep and then a woman's voice filled the small cabin. Words were exchanged between the man and the voice and then it became quiet again.

"Nice nap?" He asked me, sarcasm dripping through the question.

"Why did y'all do this? What do you think you can get out of me?" I asked feeling stupid. Of course he wont tell me. He smirked and picked up a newspaper beside him, shaking his head in amusement.

OK. Next approach.

"Well, can you at least tell me where we are going?" I questioned.

"Ill give you three guesses, but I bet you only need one." He finally taunted.

I took a look out the window and sighed, it was dark out so I couldn't really see anything.

"This can't be happening." I mumbled to myself.

"Oh but it is." My kidnapper chimed in, never glancing away from his paper.

Minutes later there was a knock on the door and he called for them to enter. A pretty blonde girl with green eyes around my age came in, holding a tray with two plates and glasses. She sat it down on the seat across from me and then walked back out, returning a couple of seconds later with a bottle and another glass, which she sat in front of the douche bag.

The entire time, I watched her yet she never looked my way. In fact her gaze never came up, and stayed towards the ground. I kind of got the vibe that she didn't want this job and chuckled bitterly. Is this what I was in for? They kidnap people for free labor?

Dicks!

"Eat. The boss doesn't like his girls to be skin and bones."

The boss can suck it.

I turned my attention back towards the window, ignoring him until a booming voice brought me back to him.

"DO AS I SAY!"

"Jesus Christ." I said as I reach for a plate.

I examined the roasted chicken with rice and broccoli. How smart would it be to actually stick anything they gave me in my mouth? My stomach growled and I rolled my eyes.

I'm probably going to die anyways right? I've seen their faces, there's no way I'm getting out alive.

Shrugging, I shovel the food into my mouth and was secretly delighted with the taste. It wasn't bad at all.

After finishing almost all of it, I sat the plate back on the tray, noticing the man's pleased expression.

"Good, right?" He asked.