I nodded. He was risking his job and life here for me, crazily enough. My own kidnapper.
And by the way, how did you bypass the lie detector ? The kidnapper asked in amazement.
It wasn’t a lie detector, it was a silly bluff. I stated evidently.
His impressed expression only deepened and I bit my lip. Wow, look at me go ; gaining appraisal from a kidnapper in a dark and abandoned concrete basement.
Anyways, I should go now. He snapped out of it and backed away, starting to leave.
Wait… I called out softly, not sure of what to say next but feeling dread begin to enter me as I was reminded of the stinging pain all along my face, as well as in my stomach.
He stepped back up to me and leaned in close. Don’t be scared, I’ll only be gone for a few minutes. He promised, giving me a reassuring look.
You’re right. I’ll be fine. I said, trying to exhibit confidence, except my shaky emotion clad voice betrayed me.
Damn, I wish I had vocal cords like Whitney Houston : strong and confident.
Just hold on, I’ll rescue you soon. He whispered, leaning in closer. Just trust me.
I gave him a soft smile, but then rolled my eyes. I don’t need any Prince Charming okay ? I’m like Mulan and you’re like Pumba-
We can talk about Disney characters later princess, he’s coming back now. He cut me off with an amused smirk.
I just huffed immaturely and looked away, only to be greeted by the sight of the guy that I so badly wanted to flush down a toilet and send somewhere deep under the sea, only to get sexually assaulted by a shark, before getting chopped into a million squares and get fed to his ex-girlfriend-shark.
Was that too mean ?
Finish tying this bitch up then leave. Alvin barked out to my kidnapper.
Nope, definitely not too mean.
I felt his fingers brush my left arm as he tied up the last knot, his touch lingering for a few long seconds. Then before I knew it, he was standing up and turning to leave, but not before giving me an alluring smirk as if to say ‘I got this shit under control’.
Yum.
I heard the door shut, then silence.
I looked around to see where the creepy chipmunk had scattered off to, probably to go store some acorns and-
Oh lovely, he’s right there. Luckily his back was turned towards me.
I glanced down at my wrists to see the knots, which looked pretty complicated. I still gave them a small tug and was surprised to find them come up quite a bit from the chair’s arms. The kidnapper had made my knots easy to get out of, which was pretty sweet.
There was no way he wasn’t being forced into this work. Otherwise, why else would he so happily let me get exposed to countless escape routes and opportunities.
Skylar. Alvin started, walking towards me slowly.
Oh right, I had to distract this guy from torturing me.
Alvin. I said on instinct, before mentally slapping myself.
What ? He asked confused.
I opened my mouth, about to explain, but quickly shut it as I realized he would probably scratch my eyes out with his sharp talons if I told him he was the spitting image of Alvin from Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Never mind, continue. I said, nodding my head.
He shot me a glare. Don’t fucking tell me what to do. He spat out.
Sorry. I said over dramatically.
Don’t talk unless I tell you to bitch ! He barked out.
I was just apologizing ! I protested.
Are you trying to be wise with me ? He asked, leaning towards my face.
The line reminded me of The Outsiders, causing me to suddenly change my accent.
No sir, I don’t want no trouble. I said in an accent similar to Ponyboy’s.
I didn’t know what else to stall him with, so why not use ‘The Outsiders’ ? I had no information on my stepdad and I’d rather not get tortured because of it, but I’d bet I could stall the overly sensitive and unstable chipmunk.
Fucking hell, what are you trying to do here ? He asked, after a long pause.
Can you stop cussing please ? I asked politely.
I said don’t fucking tell me what to do ! He squeaked.
I will if I want to ! Stay gold ! I yelled out, remembering that important piece of advice which I never would have thought I’d be repeating in a live conversation. To my kidnapper’s boss of all people.
Sarcasm and disregard did tend to take over in situations like these in my recent cases.
Shut up ! He yelled, looking like he was seconds away from exploding.
I’m only quoting Ponyboy ! I didn’t know it was a crime to quote a greaser ! I yelled.
You better shut up right now before I- wait, Ponyboy was a Soc ! Get it right bitch ! He suddenly said.
Yes ! My plan was working. I knew no one could ignore any discussions on The Outsiders.
Except this guy clearly hadn’t read the book or seen the movie to know that Ponyboy was not a Soc.
Have you even read the book ? Everyone knows he’s a greaser ! That’s why he had the leather jacket and all in the movie ! I argued.
I know what I’m talking about bitch ! He was a fucking Soc. he argued back.
He was a greaser ! I yelled back.
You know what, you’re not worth my time. So shut the hell up before I beat you up. He said in a frustrated tone.
Alright fine, but just know that I am right. I said in a cool tone.
I knew I should’ve stopped after that threat, I knew I should’ve found better ways to stall him, which included not pissing him off, but I had the huge need to prove myself right.
I’m right, you’re wrong ! He yelled, suddenly raising his fist.
Greaser. I said softly.
Soc ! He yelled back.
Greaser. I said in between fake coughs.
Maybe this will help refresh your memory, that he was, in fact a Soc. he said slowly.
I looked up to see his fist raised up and ready to attack.
Just as I prepared myself for the blow, I heard a throat clear loudly.
We both snapped our heads to the door which I had come in from to see my kidnapper standing there, looking very confused.