Yet another story creation that happens when I get an Idea stuck in my head. I would like to thank those who liked my last One-Shot. This isn't so much a One-Shot, but a Three-Shot. A Triforce, if you will. *Grunts like Link* I plan to upload the next part two days after this one, and then the last part two days after that. Id like to say it was a weird concept, but i have seen weirder and darker stories in the Jori section before. So mine might be tame. Who knows!

AN: The cover image I used from this story comes from a tumblr by the name of ohitsgillies. I edited it to remove wording. Im not sure if there are any rule against it, but If that person is a FF member and sees the picture and wants it removed, feel free to PM me and i will do so. I really liked the picture and thought it captured the tone i wanted.

Chapter 1: Taken

I don't understand what happened.

The first thing I notice when I wake up is that something is in my mouth. Its round and plastic, I also feel something on each side of my mouth, also preventing me from closing my mouth.

I don't like this.

I try to remove the object from my mouth, but realize that I can't because my hands are bound, and behind my back. I also feel that I can't stand because something is wrapped around my ankles.

I don't like this!

So, I figure, 'Why not open my eyes and see what's wrong.' But I can't open my eyes for some reason, because something is around them, and it goes around my head, and it's really tight. My guess is that it's a blindfold.

I DON'T LIKE THIS!

I want to panic, I really want to panic, like I just wanna freak out, and if it weren't for the things my dad taught me, spazzing out would have been the first thing done. He said not to panic in high pressure situations. That action clouds your judgment, it makes you do stupid things, and you need to keep your head so you can assess the situation. So, I decided to just lay there and concentrate and try to understand the now and then. So, right now, I'm bound, I can feel what I think are covers under my fingers so I believe I'm on a bed. I don't hear anyone else so I guess I'm alone, unless the sicko is just sitting in a corner watching me. I wiggle my toes and feel that they are still enclosed, so my sneakers are still on, I rub my thighs together, my shorts are still on. I touch my lower back and feel fabric, my shirt is still on. So, the guy didn't remove my clothes, gives me hope that they might not want to rape me, at least right now. Maybe they just wanna kill me and dump the body.

I twist my arms to my right side and I can extend my fingers and feel my right pants pocket. I raise my knees up to see if I can get a better angle to get my phone, but when my fingers do get inside my pocket, I feel nothing.

He took my phone.

My head hits the bed again in frustration and defeat. I thought if I could call someone, they could help me somehow. Do not cry, do not cry.

I start thinking how I got here. I remember I was hiking on the Runyon Canyon Loop. I remember seeing a nice spring off the beaten path and decided to go there and check it out. I remember getting there and resting for a bit, because it was farther than I thought. I remember stretching before getting ready to return to the trail…..

Then I remember a slight pinch in the back of my thigh, kind of like you feel when you get a shot. I bring back my legs as far as I can to feel my thigh, in the area I remember the pain being in, and I feel….a band aid. Someone did inject me with something! That's why I felt sleepy and don't remember anything. I don't remember anyone being behind me, did the shoot me from afar or something? Maybe with some sort of tranquilizer gun or something. I don't get it.

I begin moving around on the bed again, trying to find a comfortable position when I feel something pocking me in my butt. I feel inside my back pocket….oh my god. He didn't take it? He didn't take it! I pull out the Swiss army knife I carry around and feel around to flip up the knife part. I lie on my side and bring back my legs enough so that I can slide the blade around the bindings on my ankles.

I'm glad to find out they are only ropes. I begin sliding it back and forth across the rope until I get through one of them, and instantly I feel the ropes give. That's all I need. Before I could do anything else, like try and get the blade between the ropes on my hands, I begin to hear a noise, it sounds like footfalls on steps.

Shit! It's him!

I quickly fold the knife back up and place it in my back pocket. I then lie prone and pretend to be asleep. Not 3 seconds later, I hear a key in a lock and I hear the door being opened. I take notice of the direction the sound came from. I don't hear anything for a few seconds, I'm assuming the guy was just staring at me, or guys, hell, there could be a group of them. I shudder at the thought.

I hear footsteps again, and I hear them getting closer to me. I try to remain calm and not stiffen up like I want to, then they would know I'm awake. I hear two things come into contact with something close to my head, I'm thinking it's a dresser or something. It sounded like a plate, and maybe a cup, not sure. I then feel a presence right in front of my face…and then their breath. Their face is right in front of mine…

Next I feel fingernails on my legs, being slowly dragged from my ankles up until they reach my shorts. It's taking everything in me not to move. I feel the hand go past my shorts, up my torso, right over my breast. Thankfully the hand doesn't stay there for long and it keeps moving until I feel it at my neck. Well that's weird, this guy has soft hands, not something I would expect from some sort of crazed mountain kidnapper. I hear, and feel some sort of release behind my head, and then the object in my mouth being pulled out. So it was a gag ball. I guess they didn't want me screaming when I work up. I tried to close my mouth as slowly and as normally as I could as not to arouse their suspicion. I can feel the saliva that collected in my mouth now pool on the bed at the corner of my lips. The hand returns to the back of my head and then pulls my head until, before I know it, my lips meet his.

This psycho is kissing me! I don't like this!

I keep my lips from moving against theirs, but that doesn't seem to stop them from kissing, at least in their eyes, an unconscious person. I then feel a tongue worm its way past my lips, between my teeth and into my mouth. The sicko is just licking all around. God, make it stop.

While this is happening, I try to think of other things, like how long it's been since I was taken. Minutes, hours, days? Am I being missed yet by my family and friends? I was supposed to meet up with my best friend for dinner after my hike. I wonder what's going on through their mind right now.

Another thing I notice, and it's hard not too, is how soft the person's lips are, I don't even feel a beard or any kind of stubble. This is not fitting into the picture of some crazed mountain 'cabin in the woods' guy hauling me off somewhere. Maybe it's some high school or frat guy doing some sort of twisted prank, cause if that's the case, then I have a far better chance of living and not being cut up into pieces. Then again, that could still happen. The news shows that young people do horrific things all the time..

When my mysterious captor is done with his sloppy one sided make out session, I feel them back away, then I feel hands at my feet turning me until they hang off the bed. I remember that the ropes are cut, and a quick tug of my legs could set them free. I feel their presence right in front of me, So, I decided to do something crazy. Hopefully not life ending crazy.

I quickly pull my legs up, bringing my knees to my chest, and then kicking out as hard as I can.

I hit something.

I hit a body.

I hit his body.

I hear them groan out in pain and hear them fall to the floor, it sounded hard, and I hope it hurt. I flail my legs until the ropes give and I can move them freely again.

Yes!

I wiggle to the edge so I can stand and taking another chance, kicking my foot out to where I thought they landed, again I hit them, I think it was their stomach because it sounded like the breath was knocked out of them. I can't say I was too broken up about it. I started moving towards where I heard the door open, first I hit a wall, then I hit the door, thankfully third time was the charm because I was out in the area on the other side of that door. Then I remembered…stairs. I don't know if their stairs going up or down. If they're going up, I can only look like a fool tripping up them, if their stairs going down, I will look like a fool, and probably break my neck. It's a decision I have to make quickly, so I extend my foot looking for the step till it hits it. Then I move closer and extend the same foot again….it hits another step! I'm downstairs! Yes! I don't have to worry about falling down and killing myself!

It's weird how in this situation, I can feel happy that I'm stuck in someone's basement rather than their attic. As I begin to take another step to what in my overhyped mind is freedom, I feel that hope being dashed as quickly as it came.

Arms come around my waist and grip me tight.

No!

I feel them breathing in my ear.

I feel myself being dragged backwards.

Back to that room.

My legs are kicking everywhere, but it does very little to stop them.

I'm tossed back on the bed. I try to move away again, still as blind as I was when I woke up, but they don't let me. I struggle, I yell, I twist and shake, they damn sure know I'm awake so no need to be quiet. They restrain me, then straddle me. Next I feel a slap across my face, and it makes me stop. It didn't hurt badly, and I'm sure they know they could have done it harder, but they didn't want to. Then they place their hand around my neck. It wasn't a death grip, but I could tell the person wanted me to stop moving. I could also feel their ragged breath on my face. Yet another thing I notice, their breath wasn't as….I guess, rancid as I expected it to be, to be honest, it was minty. Something I thought I detected during their oral journey of my mouth. I feel their face lower to mine, until their lips where right on my ear.

"Please, please don't do that again…"

….

….

….

What!?

That's not a guy's voice, that's a girl's voice! Some girl kidnapped me? Why? What the hell did I do? Why the hell did she kiss me? What the hell is happening?

I internally calm myself before speaking. "Who are you?"

They didn't say anything, or should I say she didn't say anything right away. I feel her shift upwards a bit feel her move hair away from my face, hair I figure must be a mess. Then she starts touching my face and her thumb comes in contact with my lips. She starts rubbing it over my lips, back and forth. I then feel bread touch my lips.

"You should eat." She says to me. I don't know what the hell this is. I turn my head away. What if there's more sleepy drugs in the food.

"So you can drug me again? No thanks."

"I-its peanut butter and jelly…I-I made it myself…please eat it."

"I'm not eating it! Now let me go!" I yelled at her. I wasn't going to panic, at least not yet, but I damn sure was angry.

I felt her get off of me and grab my right leg, pulling it towards her. Then I felt something lock around my ankle. Lock, like metal, not rope, metal!

"What the hell did you put on me?!"

"You can't leave…I can't let you leave..i can't let you leave me.."

"What the hell do you mean you can't let me leave?" I used my other foot to kick at it. It was metal, it was a chain, and she chained me to something.

Oh god, no.

"I should go, Goodnight." She said, and I hear her move around. She's leaving isn't she? She's gonna lock me in this room again.

"Hey! No, no, no, no, no! Come back. Let me go! LET ME GO!" I yell at her, but she doesn't respond. All I hear is a door closing, and a lock being put into place again. "Come back here and let me go!" I get up and run to the door, hearing the chain on the floor behind me. I begin kicking the door with everything I got. I still don't consider this panicking, just me being angry at my situation. Of course, kicking does nothing. She doesn't return, the door stays in place, and my one too hard kick leaves me on the floor.

Again, I'm alone.

And Trapped.

And now, hungry.

I really wish I had eaten that sandwich.

I guess I fell asleep on the floor, which wasn't as hard as I was expecting. Feels like a carpet. I instantly smell something.

Food

It smells like bacon. I'd know the smell of bacon a mile away. That's what woke me up, food.

She's back isn't she?

I feel a hand shaking me, trying to get me to wake up. An act that was not needed. "Ummm, can you wake up? I have some food here for you."

God I am hungry. So damn hungry. I don't want this girl feeding me, if I eat her food, it's like I'm giving in and accepting my captivity. I don't want to give in. I don't accept this.

"I'm not hungr-" Before I could even finish my sentence, I am betrayed.

By my stomach no less, as it growls. Always at the wrong time.

"Are you sure? Your stomach says you are hungry. You need to eat, you haven't since two days ago."

Two days ago! I was taken Two days ago?!

Oh my god, I thought maybe it was a few hours. What I was thinking was just some game doesn't seem that way now, and it hits me so hard..

I really was kidnapped….

I want to cry, I can't even cry because I can't even open my eyes. This thing is so tight around my face that air can't even get through. Somehow that's doesn't stop me from trying.

"Oh, no no. Please don't cry beautiful. Please don't. I don't want to see you cry." Now, why did that sound sincere? Why would she care wither I cried or not.

I did stop. I don't want to give this psycho the pleasure of seeing me hurt. I didn't have much hope return to me though. I feel arms wrap under my own as I'm lifted up from the floor. I'm dragged over to the bed in the middle. "Do you mind sitting up?"

I move into a sitting position as I fold my legs up Indian style. I feel the bed give a bit, meaning she's on it as well.

"I really think you should eat. Your stomach wants you to eat. You should listen to it."

"Fine." I say, without any real emotion.

"Can I trust that you won't try to kick me again? It really hurt last night." So it is morning time. That carpet shouldn't have been that comfortable.

I just nod my head.

"Thank you." I smell the bacon getting closer to my face. Damn her. I'm pretty sure she couldn't drug the bacon, so cautiously, I open my mouth as heaven enters it. God this tastes good.

"I'm glad you like it." I can practically hear the smile her voice. Her sick, psychotic voice. How the hell did she know I …oh I think I just moaned, that's how. Ok, never mind.

She keeps feeding me the bacon until there is no more. I'm still hungry.

"I-um, I have pancakes and eggs here as well. Would you like them?"

"Pancakes and Eggs? Food is one of the ways to my heart. God if this woman didn't kidnap me, I'd feel like we could be friends. But since she did, we can't.

"Are you here alone?" I ask her.

"Y-yes I am."

"So, you kidnaped me all by yourself?"

"Could you please not say that? I didn't kidnap you."

She didn't just say that, did she? "Really? Then what the hell do you call this?!" I say as I shake my body, emphasizing that's I can barely move, and can't even see. "You have ropes around my wrist, behind my back, you have something covering my eyes so I can't see. You have a chain around my leg so I can escape!"

I just felt the anger I tried to keep down rising up. "You shot me with some type of tranquilizer like I was some sort of animal! You take me to, god knows where the hell we are! You have me locked in a room! How is this not kidnaping!?"

I hear a fork on a plate. "You should finish eating."

She just ignores me. I'm pissed and she just acts like its nothing. I feel pancake touch my lips, I try to be stubborn but I'm still hungry, so I open them again and allow her to keep feeding me. She alternates between the pancakes and eggs, and sometimes she puts both on the same fork. It's delicious. For a crazy kidnapper, the girl can cook. The next time she goes to feed me I feel some syrup, and I hope its syrup, drip on my thigh, and then on the corner of my mouth when I'm eating it. I feel her brush her thumb across that spot, collecting the syrup….and then I hear a sucking sound.

Did she just..put that thumb in her mouth?

Before I can even process that thought, I feel a tongue on my thigh at the other syrup spot. And then a few kisses around it. "Mmmmm" I hear her moan. What the hell.

"Why-why did you do that?" I as her.

"I spilled some syrup on your leg. I apologies."

"Why didn't you wipe it up with a napkin?"

"B-because….I don't know." She says to me. "Because you're really pretty."

"So you kidnapped me because I'm pretty?"

"I didn't kidnap you!" She yells at me.

I back away from her a bit, as much as I can in my position. I figure this is where the killing starts. I hold my breath for a few seconds…but nothing comes. I hear her clear her throat. Then I feel her hands on my thighs, rubbing up and down in a soothing like way.

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to yell at you. I would like it if you stop saying that word."

"Is there a term you would like me to use?" I say after releasing that breath. I wonder if she caught the sarcasm.

"Yes there is. I brought us together."

I brought us together? What does that even mean?

I feel food return to my lips. "You should continue eating." I turn my head away. As much as I would like to finish the meal, I need to know a bit more about all of this. "I'm not eating anymore until I have some answers. First off, could you please take this thing off of my eyes?"

I feel her place the plate on the bed then I feel her hands on my face. Just tracing over my features. Then I feel her hands at the back of my head as she began to undo whatever was around my face.

"Since you took my phone and wallet, I'm guessing you already know my name."

"I do. You have a beautiful name."

I feel the strap release from behind my head. She pulls the shroud from my eyes, giving me the gift of sight once again. As my eyes adjust, I take notice of some things.

The bed I'm on is big, like king size.

There are no windows in this room. So I can throw the thought of escaping out a window away.

There are the other normal things here you would expect, a dresser, chair, a closet etc.

There's a clock on the wall and a digital one on the nightstand.

June 15th, it says.

I went on my hike on the 13th. If someone does report me missing, it wouldn't go into effect until today sometime.

There's a bathrooms down here. I'm so glad I won't have to relieve myself in some sort of bucket.

There's also a TV down here. There's light coming from lamps in the ceiling and a corner in the room. So, where ever I am at least has power. Maybe I'm in a city and not in the woods like I thought.

Then there are my closer surroundings….

The wallpaper on the wall.

The plate with half eaten food on it.

The orange juice on the nightstand.

The girl sitting identical to me, right in front of me. Her head is down, and her unkempt hair is hiding her face.

Button up lacy shirt, unbuttoned enough that her bra is exposed, and most of her stomach.

Flowing frilly skirt that went past her knees.

Silver Necklace.

Black polish on her fingernails.

Barefoot, and black polish on her toes too.

Pale skin. Pale creamy skin.

My first instinct was to try and hit her. Something I couldn't do with my hands trapped. I figure to try and be nice, last time I wasn't I was left hungry and alone. So far, not kicking her in the chest has gotten me food and that blindfold off my head. It may get me my freedom. Being nice might be the better thing to do.

For the moment.

"Mind telling me your name?" I ask her carefully.

She used her hands to push her hair behind her ears, and I see her face.

Nope, really really not the face of a crazy mountain kidnapper. Not by a long shot.

"M-my n-ame is Jadelyn. But, if you want, you can call me Jade."

I tried to be Vague on who was in what position for as long as i could. Anyone knew from the get go?

Anyone surprised?

Anyone think this is crap?

Lemme Know..