3rd Person POV
"This movie is garbage." Sam said, throwing pieces of popcorn on the television screen. "It's not even realistic."
"Sam, you can't just waste good popcorn." Cat said, sitting on the couch next to the blonde headed girl. She had just finished changing to her pink polka-dot filled pajamas.
"Well how could I not? This movie is making me nauseated from all the weird drama." Sam said, throwing another hand full of popcorn. "Why did I let you talk me into watching this thing?"
"Because I thought it would make you feel warm and fuzzy inside." Cat said.
"Well, that's how I usually feel whenever I'm about barf." Sam said, rolling her eyes.
After fifteen minutes, the movie that both girls were watching have ended. Sam stretched her arms up and yawned. Cat yawned as well, her sleepy eyes starting to take over her beautiful features. The blonde girl grabbed the remote control off of the table and changed the channel.
"You know what? I need to watch another movie tonight, one with a little less drama." Sam said, poker faced. "You up for another one?"
"I don't know Sam, I'm probably gonna turn in for the night."
The quiet atmosphere quickly got rattled after a loud sound startled both of the teenage girls. Sam and Cat looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
"Did you hear that?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. I think it came from our room." Cat said.
"Why don't you go check it out." Sam said, pointing to their room.
"Kay kay." Cat said with a hint of nervousness on her voice.
The red headed girl went inside their room to look around. There wasn't a sign of anything that could've made that loud sound they heard, she thought. She then checked the window next to Sam's bed to see if anyone's outside. She didn't find anything.
"That's weird. Maybe we were just hearing things." Cat said. She then walked to her mirror and grabbed the hair brush that she had used earlier before she changed to her pajamas.
After three strokes of her brush to her red hair, she noticed in the mirror that something was moving from under Sam's bed. Cat stopped brushing her hair and walked her way to Sam's bed. She kneeled down to check what's underneath it. Nothing was there.
"Huh, I think I'm seeing things." Cat said to herself. "I think I've been awake for too long. I probably need some sleep."
She stood up and turned around. Cat's eyes widened and she let out a sharp gasp when she saw a man standing right in front of her with a black mask. She was about to scream but her mouth was quickly covered by the man's hand. He took a small knife out of his pocket and pointed it on the redhead's stomach.
"If you scream, I promise you that you will get hurt badly." The man said. He could feel her shaking in fear. "Are you gonna scream?" The man whispered. Cat shook her head which made the man take his hand off of her mouth. Cat started crying as she looked down at the knife that was being pointed to her stomach. She could feel the tip of the blade touching her flesh.
"P-please don't-" Cat trailed.
"Shh! Shut up!" The man whispered loud enough for Cat to feel more anxious. The man heard a voice coming from the living room. It was Sam Puckett calling her friend.
"Cat? Did you find out where that loud noise come from?" Sam asked. The man looked at Cat in the eyes with intensity and nodded his head, telling her to answer her friend's question.
"N-no Sam. It was nothing." Cat said, trying her best to stay calm.
"Are you gonna sleep already?" Sam asked.
"Yes." Cat said before she fainted on Sam's bed. She couldn't take the stress that she was experiencing.
"Shit!" The man exclaimed. He hid the knife back in his pocket and took a minute to process his next move. He didn't expect the girl to faint.
He quickly went to the back of the door to anticipate if the blonde girl was going to enter the room but instead, he heard the television turning on from the living room. Convinced that Sam Puckett wasn't going to come in the room anytime soon, the man went back to the bed where Cat Valentine was lying down.
The man stared at the red headed girls unconscious body. There was something about the sight of a sleeping girl that always made him feel aroused. The sound of her lightly snoring was like music to his ears. He could feel the familiar bulge starting to form from underneath his pants.
"I'm getting too distracted. I need to kidnap this girl so that I can collect my money." The man uttered, trying to focus on his main goal. He noticed for a brief second that the red head's legs were spread open while she was lying down. This made it clear on what the man wanted to do. "Fuck it."