When I woke up I was tied to a bed with really rough rope. I knew this because my wrists were already sore and red. Apparently moving around a lot when you sleep isn't a good thing when you're tied up. At least I still had all my body parts. And clothes. I've seen that people in these situations usually don't wake up fully clothed. So hey, already off to a good start. Kinda. So anyways, woke up, tied to a bed, and freezing. I was so disoriented that I didn't even notice the man standing at the door to my left until he spoke. "You don't look like much," he said. Although I was weirded out right now, I had answered this type of remark so often it was muscle memory.
"That's what I was going for, thank you," I answered with a slight snarkiness. He looked slightly taken aback from my response. He looked like a Glen.
"I just don't know why she made us grab you," Glen said with a bored look,
"you look like every other high school kid. Just… average." I was pretty sure Glen wasn't trying to insult me, just making observations. I looked at my hands and the ropes that were holding them.
"This is what you do to average kids?" He took his time answering my question, considering the type of minefield that question brought up. I could see a variety of emotions on his face, ranging from confusion, triumph, and something like a mix between anger and exhaustion.
"Only those that our boss has a vested interest in," Glen seemed proud of that answer, considering how worse it could've been.
"What kind of boss makes you kidnap teenagers? What was the job description like?"