Stockholm in Spain **Coming Soon

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My muscles were terribly sore as I opened my eyes to the awful sight of a dark prison cell. Hands tied together behind my back, my mouth covered with cloth tightly in place, and my feet also together because of the rope. My blonde and beautiful hair was now frizzy and damaged from all the humidity, my nail polish cracked, and my delicate skin has dried. I have turned putrid!

What did I ever do to deserve this kind of treatment? It has been two days since I have been locked in this dump! And until this day, I was in the middle of nowhere in Spain!

Yes, I always dreamt of coming here for so many years, and this was just ironic 'cause five days ago, I was ranting about coming here for a vacation. Now I was here. But this, this was unacceptable!

"Ahh... Jordan! You're awake!" Ian smugly stated as he closed and locked the door behind him. I rolled my eyes, thinking that he would never get the fact that my name was not Jordan, it was Amanda. But of course, I couldn't say that because of the cloth tied across my mouth.

"I brought you some food and diet soda." Ian set the red plate and the can of soda in front of me. Eeww... what is that? Whatever it was, I wouldn't dare eat it.

"Get this thing off my mouth!" I unfathomably screamed out due to the cloth.

"I'm sorry, what?" For a semi-attractive guy, he was stupid. I just deadpan-ly stared at him, alternating my gaze to my mouth. "Oh!" He lowered down to meet my eye and slowly raised his hands to untangle the cloth behind my head. My breath hitched as he leaned in closer, his brown eyes meeting my hazel ones for a split second before turning his attention away. He bit his lower lip in concentration, making him ten times hotter than he already was.

"Aaaaaah! Help me! I've been kidna---" I hysterically shouted once it was taken off. But Ian covered my lips with his hands, shushing me.

"You are going to kill me when you don't stop shouting. Now, shush!"

"I don't care about your life! As long as I'm safe, I would care less about you!" I barked back at him, fury evident with my every word.

"Don't you get it? You are never going to be safe!" He hissed, but he seemed more afraid than I was. "As long as you are here, someone is always going to track you down to kill you! Look Jordan, I don't expect you to be all crazy about being a hostage, but I just want you to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut. Understood?" He said, leaning in to me while he whisper-shouted.

"How much did these people pay you to take me away?" I lean in toward him too, which made him pull his face away.

"How are you so sure I was paid to get you here?" Ian bit back at me through gritted teeth.

"Oh, please! It's more than obvious. You're not hard on me like you should be. You're all bubbly and it sometimes gets annoying. Plus, your pretty decent. You even introduced yourself to me for heaven's sake!"

He sighed in defeat, causing me to smile victoriously. "Now, Ian. I have an offer that you'll find hard to resist." I said, snarling over to him.

"Please," He snorted sarcastically, looking away. "Money, or sex, is not going to talk me out of this." He looked at me straight in the eyes, as if looking for a reaction. But I gave him none. Although, I was pretty disgusted at the 'sex' part. For his information, I wasn't simply going to give away what I had. Just, no.

"How much?" I asked once more. "How much Ian?" I further asked, trying to pound the truth out of him. "How much?!" I finally said louder and with force.

"A hundred thousand dollars, okay? A hundred, fucking, thousand dollars! To kidnap a call center agent and bring her to Spain!" He was mad. His eyes were big, his breaths heavy, his jaw clenched, and his neck starting to show some veins.

"Call center agent?" I confusingly queried him in complete distraught, even though I knew he was angry and I had just pushed his buttons. Me? Amanda Jones? A call center agent?

"Yes. You're Jordan Richards, you're currently living in Miami, and I took you because you stole important files and documents from Mariano Lopez!" I laughed my butt off as he gives me these false information. I even went as far as lying down on the stained, gross floor, wanting to clutch my stomach from gagging.

"Well, fuck that! Because FYI genius, you've got the wrong girl!" He cocked an eyebrow at me, confused at my outburst. "You see Ian, my name is Amanda Jones, daughter of Senator Victor Jones. I went for a vacation in Miami, I don't live there. I work for no one, heck, I don't even have a job! And I know no other Lopez than Jennifer Lopez. Do you get me?" But I did work. For my parents, that is. He looked startled by what I have just told him. Then, visually relaxed.

"Oh, yeah! You see, I'm not gullible, and I don't believe the things you just said!"

"Well, what if I told you I could pay you ten times as much as this Mariano guy gives you if, and only if..."

"If what?" He asked, anticipation evident in his voice, but strained as though he didn't completely believe me yet. His jaw clenched.

"Take me back to the U.S. That way, you will not get arrested if they find out you abducted me, the senator's daughter, and you get a million dollars. Cash." I had him thinking for a couple of minutes, silence casting over us.

I made a thought. It was better to lose a million than to lose the money whoever this Mario hooligan was going to ask for ransom.

"Let's just say I believe you because you do look a lot like Victor and Miranda Jones," he pointed out, which I just scoffed at. I did look like my mother. But my father? What did he think? I looked like a man with grey hair growing out of my scalp?

"It was hard enough to take you here Amanda. How would you be so sure that I can take you back to America? I don't even have a dime to start off!"

"Find a way. Don't let your chance of being a millionaire slide off. Remember Ian, CASH." I bluntly retorted. He was becoming silent again, and my patience was running thin by the second.

It was going to be hard, that was sure. But then again, the thought of dying didn't really occur to me. Just the thought of having an adventure. That would be a nice change.

"Deal?" I finally broke the silence between us. Since I couldn't bring my hand out, I simply stared at him. He hesitated, but I knew what was running through his mind.

He needed the freakin' money.

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THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER BUT A PREVIEW

Cara Delevingne as Amanda Jones

Nat Wolff as Ian Taylor

A/N: This book has been kept on my Create section for a couple of months now, and I'm happy to say it's out. Updates will be unknown.

Please note that this is only a work of fiction. This is inspired by One Direction's Stockholm Syndrome.

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