I hate him; it's that simple and yet why does he procreed to ask again and again why I do. I mean if he was randomly kidnapped then I'm sure he would hate or at least dislike himself too but, no he has to have a brain the size of a peanut and not fully understand what I'm saying, repeatedly asking 'why?' Fucking retard. I was happy with my life sure, it wasn't glamorous but, hey I definitely wouldn't of given it up for a sudden drugging and kidnapping. My kidnapper you ask? Well it only happens to be the guy I hates most, Chase... something-a-rather, my cocky co-worker and he's uptight brother Derek, who just so, happens to be the leader of one of the notorious gangs in Australia.