Ouch. This was the first thought that ran through my head when I regained conciousness. My wrists ached and I had a pounding headache. It was safe to say that this was the worst hangover I've ever had. Amy better have made coffee or there is no way I'm getting out of bed. Yawning, I began to stretch, trying to relieve the stiffness in my joints. Only I couldn't move my arms or legs. Peeling my eyes open, the first thing I noticed was the unfamiliar ceiling. I knew right away I wasn't in my own bed because this ceiling was a pristine white. Mine on the other hand, had a few splotches tinted brown above my bed from my projectile vomiting caused by a rather intense rager a few years back.
Immedietley my guard went up. Examining the situation further I realized I was laying on a queen sized bed with my wrists shackled above my head and my legs tied to the two bedposts at the end. Confusion clouded my brain. What happened last night? I know Amy dragged me to a club despite my obvious lack of enthusiasm. She went to dance and I began flirting with some guy at the bar. Alex? or Andrew maybe? He offered me a drink and thats when everything got fuzzy. Slumping back down into the pillows I began to sort through my options. My wrists are shackled by two metal cuffs attached to a chain that ran through the holes in the headboard. The bastard who tied me up definitley knew what he was doing, because of the way he looped the chain through the headboaord my wrists were kept a solid foot apart no matter how much I pulled and twisted. Plan B it is then. Looking down I noticed my legs were tied with two more pairs of these 16th century shackles from the bloody spanish inquisition. Would it have killed them to use handcuffs? Those are so much easier to pick. Glancing around the room I looked for anything that would be able to help me escape.
Scanning the room I noticed it was immaculate. Pure white walls and furniture. Stainless steel and glass accents were scattered around the rather large space. Floor length windows made up the entire wall to my left. I was staring at a million dollar view of Manhattan. The door was the only color in the room. It was a dark - almost black - Oak brown and right next to it was a small table with...Was that my dress! My black dress from the night before was neatly folded on the small side table with my leather jacket and red heels neatly placed on top. Quickly glancing down I noticed for the first time what I was wearing. I was dressed in a white tank top and a pair of white cotton slacks, my feet bare. I shot up, forgetting the shackles until they abruptly pulled me back down. Slowly this time, I shifted so my back was against the headboard and my wrists were bent at an umcomfortable, but manageble, angle. It was then I realized to my utter horror I wasn't wearing a bra. Sick perverts! This realization only fueled my anger and desire to get out of here. Going through my options I remembered the bobby pins Amy forced into my hair. Bless her bloody soul. Quickly leaning my head down closer to my hand I gently removed two. I rolled them around in my fingers until they were at the right angle to reach the lock on these ridiculous cuffs. Biting my lip I began to pick the lock. Three minutes later I felt the lock disengage and my first wrist was free. I made quick work of the other three and scrambled off the bed.
Racing towards my leather jacket I felt along the seam for the small knife I kept sown there for emergencies. Gotcha. gripping the handle through the fabric I Slowly cut the seam. I stroked my trusty leather jacket. "I know it hurts Lolita but it's either your life or mine." Sliding the knife out and tossing the now shredded Lolita to the side, I tried the door. Drats. I knew it was probably locked but I couldn't help but hope some idiot didn't know how to operate a door.
There was no lock on the inside, so picking it was out of the question. The only other clear way out were the windows, and I didn't fancy trying to scale what must be a 50 story building. There were two other smaller, white doors in the room as well. I ran to the closest one and ripped it open. As I had assumed, it led to a large en suite. Momentarily stunned by the bathrooms size and spa worthy appliances I got back to work. Trying the second door I was disappointed to see an enormous walk in closet. It was completely empty, save for a pair of black wing-tip dress shoes tucked in the corner. Where have I seen those before? My head ached. Flashes of the night before drifted across my eyes. Blue eyes. Dancing. Running. Panic. Piss tank. Window. Glass. Guns. tattoos...Fear? I was scared? There is only one person I fear and he sure as hell isn't here because there is no way he'd leave me unattended in an empty room. He knows me too well. So then who was I so scared of? Jumping. Running. Pain. Falling. Scraping my knees. Pain. Indescribable pain. Unconsciously I held my stomach as shadows of the pain I experienced flooded my memory. Wing-tip shoes. Flashes of slack covered legs and a well defined abdomen dressed in a white button down with rolled up sleeves and an unbuttoned collar left me reeling. Then I remembered. Ash. A strong chiseled jaw, full lips, clear, shocking blue eyes, high cheekbones and pitch black hair were all that I could think about. That sexy-ass piece of man candy drugged and kidnapped me. Ah Hell no! All the butterflies that erupted in my stomach at the thought of his beautiful face died a slow and painful death.
That dick is going to regret ever meeting me. Despite my size, I could hold my own against just about anyone no matter how big they were. Coming back to the matter at hand I saw a small vent above the top shelf in the corner of the closet. Freedom! Chuckling to myself I slid the knife between my teeth and began to climb.
I was pulling the grate out of its socket when I remembered. AMY! Holy shit! What happened to her? Is she here? Did she get home alright? did that dude she was dancing with take advantage of her? did she turn into a teletubby? The sudden onslaught of questions left me confused and fearing for my friends safety.
Unfortunately for me, the sudden shift in position caused me to fall back from my perch on the top shelf and land flat on my ass on the softly carpeted floor. "Fuuuuuuck" I groaned. I gingerly rubbed my ass, wincing at the pain. Ya, I'm going to feel that in the morning. How come I can jump out of a moving train yet one fall in this plushly carpeted closet leaves me incapacitated? I swear I have the absolute worst luck ever.
I struggled to sit up, with my arms reaching for my toes and my heavy grunting I could only imagine how attractive I looked right now. After realizing I wasn't going to be able to get up through sheer will power, I rolled onto my side and slowly pushed myself off the ground. That was a fucking workout.
Sighing heavily I looked back up at the Vent. Aparently I had ripped it out during my little trip to the floor. Placing the knife back between my teeth I scaled the wall once more. I couldn't help but wonder why now? If this was someone from my past why would they want to kidnap me now? this could only mean that it was someone I recently pissed off. I mean its only been two weeks since I got back, I can only make enemies so fast. Redding is currently out of the picture so it couldn't be him. I mean there was that dude at the hot dog stand that I kicked in the balls for cutting in line, but he didn't really strike me as a 'Scary off-his-rocker kidnapping gangster'. Well, they did have the same taste in shoes. Flashy and expensive. The mystery of who my kidnapper really was and why he was doing this is seriously starting to get old and its only been like fifteen minutes.
A sudden shuffling from the main room snapped me out of my reverie.
I glanced at the door behind me and then back at the vent. Either stay and see who is behind all this shit? Or get the hell out of dodge and grab some pizza. Ya, you can bet your ass I choose pizza. So without furthur ado, I adjusted the knife firmly between my teeth and dove into the vent.
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Action"Do you want to know what the worst part is about monsters these days?" "Whats that?" I knocked back the rest of the burning liquid in my glass and grimaced. "They refuse to stay under the fucking bed." *** His hair was darker than pitch and eyes cl...
