A First Time Kidnapper

 
It was a normal Tuesday afternoon for Emma.  The sun was shining, the birds were squawking, and she was walking through a shady alley on her normal walk home from work. 
“Ow!” she said, stubbing her toe on a concrete platform.  A man who appeared to be stalking her came out from hiding.
“Are you okay?” he questions, coming up behind Emma.
“Yeah I’ll be fine,” she replied and starting to walk home again, not even noticing that she was being stalked.  After walking about five steps  the man stalking her came up to her with a princess patterned bed sheet and trapped her in it.  Emma isn’t that strong so she just allowed the kidnapping to happen.
“Can you move?” the kidnapper asked before he did anything else.
“No,” Emma said calmly while attempting to move.
“Okay thanks for telling me,” He uttered with excitement and the squealed like a fangirl.  The kidnapper swept her of her feet and walked to his car which was parked three houses away.  The green punch buggy beeped as it unlocked.  “Ladies first,” he says opening the door to the passenger seat and buckling her in.
“Ooooo what a gentleman,” Emma commented trying get as comfortable as she can for being intensely wrapped in a princess bed sheet.

During the car ride Emma and the kidnapper had a long conversation about whatever came up revealing the kidnapper's name. 
“So Harison how many people have you kidnapped before me?” she asked out of curiosity.
“You are my first victim actually,” Harison answered, “You see I am new at kidnapping, and I figured it would be a good skill to have for the future.”
“ Oh, I see,” Emma spoke completely forgetting she was being kidnapped.  Harison stopped the vehicle in front of a small pink house with a rose garden and a cherry tree.
“We’re here. Don’t get to cozy because, after all, I am kidnapping you!” he advised. Then he   opened the green car door and unbuckled Emma’s seatbelt.
“I got it Harry,” she replied ,unsure if she could call him that.
“What did you call me?” he snapped, guiding her up the steps and inside.  Emma stayed quiet, fearing what would come next.
“Take off your shoes,” Harison commanded taking his shoes off.  After Emma took off her shoes Harison led her to the brightly lit basement.  He took the bed sheet off of her and loosely tied her to a pink sofa. 
“Are you able to move?” he asked, waiting to tie a knot.
“No you’re good to tie the knot,” Emma lied, trying to think of an escape plan. 
“So Harison why did you kidnap me of all people?” Emma asked trying to get information out of him.
“Well you see I have seen you around with some important people and thought maybe if I kidnap you I could be noticed by the league of pro kidnappers,” Harison said slowly getting excited about the future. 
“So what are you going to do now that you’ve captured me?” Emma questions while leaning in the cozy pink chair.
“Well since you asked I plan on getting information from you so I can contact your loved ones and make a ransom video.  Then I will trade you to the league of pro kidnappers, so I can join,” Harison said slowly realizing that he just told his victim his evil scheme.
“Thank you for telling me!” Emma laughed putting her hands together as if she were the evil one.
“How could you do this to me!” He cried as if he trusted her to not betray him.  Harison untied her from the chair and tied her up with the same rope.  He then picked her up and threw her into the almost empty guest room.
“You’ve earned your way to being locked up in this ugly room!” Harison yelled louder than he intended. 
“WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY GUEST ROOM?”  a scratchy elderly ladies voice yelled in anger to Harison. “Nothing, Mother,” he whimpered knowing his death was near.

About one hour later Harison went to check on Emma.
“Do you have cream?” Emma asked looking uncomfortable. 
“Why?” He questioned trying to think of all the reasons. 
“Because my back is dry and itchy?” she replied trying think of why else she would need the cream.
“Oh okay I’ll be right back,” he said walking out of the room to get the cream.
“I should have put cream on this morning,” she whispers to herself. 
“I’m back with the cream!” he says, untying Emma and closing the door so she has privacy. While she is putting cream on she notices the door is unlocked. Emma finished applying cream then peaks out the door to find Harison getting scolded by his mother.
“This is my chance!” she whispers to herself sneaking out the door and making her way slowly upstairs. Meanwhile, Harison goes to check on Emma and realizes, “She's gone!”  Harison rushes upstairs and grabs his gun of the counter and marches to the front door expecting to find Emma. 
“I’ve got you now!” Harison shouts, raising a gun.
“Please don’t shoot me!” Emma exclaimed while raising her arms and backing toward the door.  Harison is slowly pulling down the trigger. WHOOSH a red flag with the word POW on it popped out.  Emma slowly opened her eyes to find herself not shot or dying. She swiftly stands up and runs out the door.
“Wait come back!” Harison yells running to the phone.  Harison dials 9-1-1 and wait for someone to pick up.
“Hello I need the police. My hostage just broke out of my house!” He yelled into the phone.