Wake up and smell the coffee--Park Sparrow will always be better than you

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You know what I hate about waking up after being knocked out with chloroform and taken to a secret place? The place always smelled. And this time, I'm not talking about a bad stench that passed away. No, this was revolting, the repugnant odor hanging in my nose. Did I ever say that I had extremely sensitive senses? So to a normal person, it would've smelled really bad. To me? It smelled really really bad.

My head was practically killing me, a pounding pain in my mind that wouldn't fade away. I groaned loudly, lifting my head up as my sense of mind returned to me. I was tied to the chair, my waist secured to the wooden chair that I was sitting on. My hands were twisted behind my back in the most excruciatingly painful way.  My feet were free however, sitting upon a large puddle.

Was I in a sewer? Considering the damp walls and the eerie drops of water and the stank smell of musky rain water, we were, indeed, in a sewer. I turned my head when I heard another groan beside me.
Sophia too was tied to a chair, lifting her damp blonde head up as she looked around the room. Her bright blue eyes settled on me, blinking furiously before she exploded into chatter. "Park, why did you do it? They're going to hurt you! They're going to send you to someone else and hurt you! You should've stayed home! You shouldn't have come for me! You can't fight them, Park!"

"Shut up," I snapped, my mind already whirring like gears. I was thinking of ways to wriggle myself out of these tight bonds and getting ourselves out of here. I was also thinking of sewers that could hold us. They wouldn't take us into the city sewers--too public. I could scream and a passerby could hear me.

No, they took us somewhere far and private, abandoned probably. My mind was reeling until Sophia spoke.

"They called you the princess of Cimeria," Sophia said, her voice soft instead of loud. "Are you really the princess of Cimeria?"

"The one and only!" another voice chuckled. Apparently our backs were to the exit. I didn't bother twisting my head, and merely waited for two leather-jacketed men to walk in front of us, their guns  strapped to their belt.

They were teens. Twenty, at the max. They were broad-built boys with short haircuts and stubby chins. The two wore arrogant smirks, thinking that since they had the guns in their large hands, they held the higher power. One was bright blonde with dark eyes while the other had spiky black hair on his head.

They looked like douchebags, to put it nicely.

"So, how does it feel to be weak, princess?" one of them sneered, taking out his gun and pushing it against my head. Yep. I got stuck with a bunch of arrogant dumb jerks.

"What do you want with me? My life for the throne?" I snapped. I needed them to ramble while I thought. Now, what was the best way to get out of here?

"Nuh-uh-uh!" the other teased, pushing my head with the gun once again. "Manners, princess, or else your friend here will get the punishment. Just because we have orders to keep you unharmed doesn't mean that this brat here won't get hurt."

His partner circled over Sophia, who gave a frightened whimper as the gun was pushed against her wet hair. Irriation sparked in my bones but I returned to my previous train of thoughts. I had to take them out and find a way to contact Archer. But how? We were in the sewers (or somewhere with horrible cell signal).

"To answer your question, little princess, we're taking you to our boss. And she'll decide what to do with you then," the blonde one said. "And once you're dethroned, we get the money. We become rich! And there's nothing you can do it about!"

"And you're quite the stupid one," the black-haired one said. "Going out without telling anyone? Your father or your bodyguard? I mean, she would've died but what's her life compared to yours?"

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