Kidnapped ||A Chris Brown Story||

Threats

I can't believe it. He really knew where my house was. What else did he know? He was scaring me more and more by the second. "Where's the key," he growled, playing with the doorknob to my back door.I didn't hear him, though. I was too busy trying to figure out if anyone was near so I could run for help.

"Dominique."

My head instantly snapped in his direction. How did he know my name? "H-how did you-"

"Where's the key," he cut me off.

"Y-you took all my stuff, I-"

"Don't you guys keep a spare key under that flower pot," he asked. My heart skipped a beat. How did he know all of this? He was seriously starting to freak me out. Since I didn't answer he started getting angrier, I could see it on his face.

"The key you took from me was the spare key. I lost my original key," I said truthfully, even though deep down I felt like he already knew that. Without hesitation, he reached into one of his pockets and pulled out his bunch of keys. There were a set of different metal pieces, all with different curves or zigzags in them. He chose two, shoved them in the keyhole and opened the door in a mater of seconds.

"Get in. Go straight to your room. I'm giving you five minutes to pack all you need. Scream once, make contact with anyone other than me once or try to pull a stunt like back at my place and I swear I'll pull off each of your fingernails one by one."

Hearing him threaten me like that made me forget how to breathe for a moment. He was dead serious, and it was scary.

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Chris

Honestly, I wasn't serious about the fingernail thing, I just didn't want to put up a fight with her. All I wanted to do was scare her into doing what I said, and from the look on her face I was successful. For a few seconds she just stood there staring at me. I clenched my jaw to show her I was getting irritated and she sprinted inside.

Dominique lived with her parents even though she was nineteen. According to the file, she goes to the state college not too far from her house. No wonder why she was so damn stubborn; she was young and hot headed. Anyone else that was kidnapped would probably give up and follow their kidnappers orders, but no. She just had to make me be aggressive.

I pulled out a copy of the blueprints to her house from my pocket and locked the back door. Looks like my boss planned this out good to even have the blueprints. If they were accurate, she had to be in the room right down the hallway on the second floor: her bedroom to be exact. Her parents went out to run some errands fifteen minutes ago, so they shouldn't be back anytime soon.

As I walked down the hallway I realized how nice her house was. The doors and frames looked like they were mahogany. There was even a fancy miniature chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Someone liked to splurge. I think one of her parents are a doctor or something, but I haven't looked at the files enough to know that for sure.

When I got to her room, she had a stuffed backpack tossed on the ground and another one she was frantically filling with clothes. She was reaching under her bed for something, crawling on the floor with her ass in the air. By then she had slipped on some tights but I could still remember her naked body from last night.

Got damn. If I didn't have a job to do I'd rip them tights off and fuck her sense-

Sigh.

I need to stop. If I screw this up I might as well kill myself cause he'll kill me anyway. As hard as it was, I took my eyes off of her and looked around the room instead. "Done?"

She jumped when she heard my voice, banging her head on the edge of the bed. "Ow," she mumbled, rubbing the back of her head, "Y-yeah. Almost"

"Fifty six seconds," I reminded her as I walked over to the window. I could spot a grey jeep coming down the street.... grey jeep?

Click!

Fuck. That must've been the front door. Her parents were home. "Honey? Are you home," her mom yelled. Dominique sprung to her feet but she was too slow. By the time she stood up I already had my gun pointed at her with the safety off. "Close the door. Make the slightest noise and I'll cut you," I threatened, lifting up my jacket to show her my knife.

She did as told. "Gimme the bag," I commanded. While she did that I popped open the window and took a look outside. There was some loose soil below her window. If I stuck the landing I'd be good. I took the bag from her and tossed it out the window. She put the one she was filling on her back. "I'm gonna jump out the window. Then you're gonna jump out and I'll catch you. If you do anything else other than that, I swear, I'll come back in kill you and your parents. Got it?"

She looked scared at first but she agreed. With that, I jumped out the window since I could hear her parents coming up the stairs. I stuck the landing pretty good, even though I toppled over a little. Quickly, I dusted myself off and held my hands out for her. "Jump," I mouthed.

Dominique hesitated, but did as I said and jumped down. "Ugh," she grunted as I caught her. She insisted that I put her on her feet but she'd take too long; her parents were already in the bedroom. I swung the bag on my back and heisted her on my shoulder. She started slapping my back while I ran for the backyard. "Put me down, I can walk!"

"You taking too damn long," I argued, walking through some hedges, purposefully making her head hit a tree branch so she could stop hitting me. "Ow," she whined.

"My bad," I lied, pushing open a fence door. Casually, I walked through someone's backyard. There was an old lady relaxing on the back porch. I glared at her for a moment, still walking to the frontyard but to my luck she was sleeping. "This is crazy," Dominique argued. "You can't just-"

I set her on her feet before she could finish. Quietly, I mean mugged her. "Get in the car. Sit down and shut up. I'm sick of hearing your voice. You almost got us caught."

"Nobody told you to kidnap me," she spat.

"Don't play brave now. If you were, your ass woulda never listened to me and jumped out that window," I said through my teeth as I walked to the car and threw the bags in the backseat. She went silent. Before I got in the driver's seat she made sure she found her way to the back seat. As I drove off I could hear her sniffling. Did she really have to cry for everything? I ain't getting paid enough for this shit...