Irikuri (Formerly known as "LOCA")

3-Meta

I was so so fucking hungry. I had skipped lunch because I wanted to eat the leftover jollof at home before my little brother got it. Again, fuck my life. Only I could be smart enough to bring pepper spray, but dumb enough to not keep it on hand and get snatched anyway. Dumb hoe energy times 1,000,000. I looked around me and the darkness felt suffocating. The idiots had left me with my backpack but my phone was dead. I didn't know where I was or if I was alone, so pepper spray couldn't help me. My eyes burned with tears but I couldn't get myself to cry. My whole future was planned. I had already been accepted to Princeton. I was supposed to become a lawyer.

Fuck.My.Life.

I reminded myself that complaints would do nothing. I told myself to screw my tears and my panic attack. If whatever genius was holding me captive had actually left the lights on, maybe I could formulate a plan, but I knew nothing of my location. The ground below me was hard, and I wasn't tied up, but I didn't know where the door was, or where I was. Hell, I didn't even know if I was still in the US, let alone New Jersey. I prayed whatever creep took me was just going to hold me for ransom, or had fumbled in my capture so the cops were on their way right now. I prayed I would live. Suddenly a light came streaming through a crack in the distance, penetrating the darkness. Slowly I scooted towards it and used the light to take in my surroundings. Noticing there was no bed I hoped that was a sign that they just didn't give a fuck about me, and not that they planned to off me very soon. I pressed my ear to the door and began to take in the sounds outside, however muffled.

"When the fuck did I say to throw her down here ?" A voice said. Upon hearing it I shivered, something about it didn't sit well with me. It felt as if something with no soul had spoken. It was empty, and cold. Colder than me.

"First of all, you gave no specific instructions to anyone. I was just sitting on my couch minding my business and the moving team asked where to put her like she was furniture. How the fuck would I know where you wanted her? Acting as if you aren't treating her like trash by kidnapping her to begin with. Fuck out my face. " another voice bit back venomously while somehow sounding bored simultaneously. My eyebrow raised slightly. This one didn't seem to be the boss, and the boss seemed batshit crazy. I was quite surprised he wasn't fearful of him in the slightest. A part of me was familiar with his voice but I was sure I couldn't have met him before. A chill ran down my spine and I somehow became even more unsettled.

As footsteps approached heavily, I heard the other voice yell something snarky and probably funny but I was too busy scurrying back to the middle of the room where I woke up, and playing dead. The door creaked open.

"Princess I know you're awake." I convinced myself that he couldn't have been talking to me, because then the term he would've used is queen. I continued to play dead making sure to take extremely light breaths.

"Get the fuck up. Now. I'm a bit tired today and don't have much time for games love, I'm sorry. I could use some comfort from my wife however."

I ignored him again and remained on the floor, hoping that he would leave to get comfort from whoever he was talking about (because it sure as hell couldn't have been me).

"I'll ask one more time baby, I don't want to have to hurt you." I clenched my teeth, forcing every bone in my body not to beat his ass, then I slowly opened my eyes and stood up. His eyes pierced me the second I opened mine. They were startlingly blue and fearful, contrasting with his tan olive complexion. He ran a hand through his dark, chin-length, wavy hair, and sighed. He looked like someone many people would fawn over, regardless of their age, but I remained completely impartial to his looks. The only thing I felt from looking at him was unsettlement from the realization that he must be at least ten years older than me. I don't think I would have preferred being kidnapped by a teenager, but I also didn't like being in the clutches of a fully grown man.