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Even though Dan acted all tough, he didn't come back down for four days. Cat would though. I would see him stand behind her as she came in looking at me then leave. Cat and I had many conversations over those four days. They always went like this.

Cat: What did you say to keep him out like that! It's crazy!

Me: (silence)

Cat: What is your problem! I come in here day after day after day because Mister "Scared of the person I kidnapped" doesn't. I should get a raise. I deal with so many of you people-

And she goes on and on and on about "not being payed enough" and stuff, but finally, day five, Dan peaks his head out and comes in.

"Where is Izzy?" I asked.

"She… that's none of your business anyways." He said.

I scooted the chair back, wondering if he had… killed her. If he did, that would mean he could kill me too.

"Oh… Phil!" He said, "Don't be scared of me, although I like it."
He then mumbled, "You are kinda cute when you're mad…"

I was blown away. Did Dan, the supposedly bad guy, just thought I was cute. I felt myself blushing and hoped, prayed that he didn't see it in the dimly lit room. He saw me, and blushed profusely. He turned away.

"Um… sorry…" I said.

"It's ok… well, good night!" Dan said quickly and left in a hurry.

I didn't sleep all night. I don't know why, all night, I had a weird good/ bad feeling. The feeling was confirmed when I heard the trap door start to unlock. I closed my eyes and slumped back into my seat, pretending to sleep.

"Phil!" I heard Dan whisper. I jumped and opened my eyes to see Dan with a knife in hand dressed in black.

"NO! Please don't kill me nononon-" I yelled was stopped by Dan's hand covering my mouth. I shut my eyes as tight as I could and prepared myself to die.

I was sitting there like that for a long time when I opened my eyes to Dan clearly struggling with something. He was cutting the ropes! I held myself back from screaming with joy. A short time later, he and I were walking carefully through the headquarters of what I thought was the Llamarmy. Dan had this worried look on his face the whole time we were in the house. When we finally got out, Dan let out a breath I realized he had been holding in this whole time. Dan ushered me into a van, locked the doors and crouched down so no one would see us.

"Listen. Everything you said was true. I will get you out of here but you need to promise to protect me from the police."

"I will I promise but-" I answered but was interrupted by footsteps and voices.

"He left me on the side of the road, pointed the gun at my foot and shot me! He shouldn't be in charge…" It was Cat. Her muffled voice shocked both me and Dan. His eyes opened wide and he looked outside the window.

"Get under that blanket," He whispered urgently, "Hide I will start the car. We will leave. I will give you my phone." He took his phone out of his pocket and turned it on. "Shut. There is an amber alert out for you."

"We need to go to the cops I can tell them you helped me and-"

"No!" He said forcefully. Unfortunately, someone heard him.

"There!" I heard Cat yell, "In the car, he has Phil! They are getting away!"

Dan sat in the car and accelerated. I decided I should've told him I have car sickness.

"Dan, this may not be the best time but-" I opened the window and threw up as I was telling him about my car sickness.

"Jesus Christ Phil! Wait, wait yes! BULLSEYE! You hit them straight in the face!" Dan exclaimed.

"Ew!" I said, trying my best not to throw up again. Dan accelerated, throwing me against the leather seats. He swerved to the left then the right. I got into a fetal position and prayed.