Taking you; Why Don't We's property

The beginning

Grace's POV
I sat up immediately, trying to take in the surroundings. It takes me a second to remember what happened, but the second it comes to my mind a shiver goes down my spine. Stella and I were just taking a hike by our house in Calabasas when I saw her eyes turn into a pure state of shock. Of course, I thought it was just a wild animal or something, but the next thing I knew one strong arm wrapped around my arms and the other but a rag over my mouth in a swift motion. I tried to fight back, but a deep, cool voice said "there's no use, you'll be out soon." It was almost soothing, which was super weird considering I was possibly getting kidnapped or murdered or something. Like that soothing voice said, a wave of drowsiness washed over me until it was impossible to keep my eyelids open. The last thing I saw was Stella struggling out of another boy's reach and trying to grab me. Without thinking, I tried to get up, of course falling on my face because both my hands and feet were tied. I roll over and see a disappointed Stella look at me. If she wasn't gagged, she would definitely say something teasing about the whole thing. She always makes a bad situation more lighthearted, but this one seems harder to joke about. I tried to discreetly move towards the back again to see if I could open the door somehow. I looked around in the dark to see if I could find anything to pry the back open, but they unfortunately made it difficult to escape. The audacity. I thought it would just kick the door open and jump out with Stella. I don't really think my decisions through, especially if it comes to escaping or being possibly murdered. Bringing back my tied legs to bring up momentum, I kicked as hard as I could. If not being able to kick open the door that leads to your escape is bad enough, it made a noise that I swear was louder than a firework going off. Two boys immediately turned around to notice me kicking down a door. A blond one cursed quietly while muttering " why did we have to get a fighter?" I tried to tell them in a sarcastic tone how sorry I was for attempting to escape my fucking kidnappers, but the rag muffled it into "mm mhmmm mm hm mmhmmm mm mhmm." One laughed at my efforts to talk back, while another dragged me forward, me kicking and screaming all the way. I was a bit occupied trying to punch the living daylights out of anyone who came close to see who it was, but as soon as I heard one talk, I knew it was the guy who knocked me out earlier. And trust me when I say he was gonna be sorry for that. The boy let out a calm laugh and said "I like this cutie, she's feisty." His hazel eyes cut through me like a dagger as he brushed his brown hair out of his face. He seemed taller and more built than the one standing next to him, who was laughing at his last remark. Fueled with anger, and a bit of my heart beating out of my chest because of this attractive captor, I took my tied up hands and swung at him as hard as I could, which also managed to untie my rag. I hit him square in the face, feeling some pride that I managed to punch the shit out of a random dude. "Still think I'm cute?" I asked with a strong amount of sarcasm. " Oh, you are so gonna pay for that" he said, grabbing my hands without any sign of effort used and held me down. I screamed like a toddler having a tantrum over some random toy they can't have. "Time to go sleep again, we'll figure out your punishment later" the boy said, covering my mouth with a new rag. Slowly, and definitely not without a struggle, I drifted out of consciousness and into another deep sleep.
Stella's POV
I had been awake for a while, plotting on how to get us out of here. Grace had been out for a while, she had always been a deep sleeper. Suddenly she rose like she had just been resurrected and immediately tried to stand up. This dumb bitch. She instantly fell to the ground again, landing right by feet. The rag made it hard to speak, but I gave her a look to show her how stupid she was. I had been overhearing what some of the guys were saying to see what they were gonna do to us, but Grace literally made it impossible to hear anything because she was feeling around the van for God knows what, hopefully her fucking brain. All of a sudden she rolls on her back, swings her legs back, and kicks the van doors. All I can think is I am with the dumbest person ever. The sound the doors make are loud enough to make someone go deaf, and instantly the boys turn around. I wanna beat the shit out of her. One of the guys mumbles under his breath while the other grabs her towards him. I swear if she dies now it's hurt fault. I love her, but it's her fault. He says something that makes her shoot daggers into his eyes, and she surprisingly punched that dude. Damn, this girl's got skills. I would applaud her, but I don't wanna die like she probably is now. He grabs her and knocks her out, and right after we arrive to this giant house which I assumed was where we were staying. If, of course, they don't decide to kill Grace on the spot. The house is big, large enough for me to try to escape from. Unlike my unconscious friend, I actually think plans through. So I comply to being grabbed and put into the house while Grace gets slung over the guy she punched, who doesn't seem to angry about the whole thing. They took me into a room in this gross ass basement and refuse to say where Grace is. "She and Jonah have some... business to work out" a dark-haired boy said. He stared intently at me, his blue eyes leaving ice in mine. "Make sure you don't do the same." Well shit. This is gonna be fun.