A/N: Hey all,

Sorry that I haven't been writing this fic as much. I've been extremely busy with school and a book I'm writing. Also, audition for a musical I want to do is coming up, so I'm getting ready for that. I'll try my best to update this writing as often as I can. Thank you all for being so supportive and understanding. As always, stay Miraculous!

Marinette watched her captor as he drove along the dirt road. It had been nearly an hour since she had been kidnapped and stuck into the back of this filthy truck, but she couldn't complain. She hadn't been tied up and the man hadn't taken her precious flute from her. Her only link to her family who was now an hour away from her, back at her school.

Suddenly, it dawned on her. Her family was waiting for her at the school. They would most certainly notice that she was gone. They could notify the police and she would be fine. Then her hopes diminished when the man turned onto another highway and kept driving. She was on her own.

Another three hours passed and they finally came to a stop in front of a large, spooky, black house smack in the middle of nowhere. Her captor got out of the truck and opened her door. Marinette tried her best to slide away to the other side, but he grabbed her roughly by the wrist and threw her to the ground. She held her flute close to her abdomen as she hit the hard ground, a shout of pain erupting from her lungs. The man just chuckled.

"You better be careful young lady," he said in a condescending voice. "Or I'll have to kill you,"

Marinette felt tears of rage build up as she stood her ground against the man who dared speak to her like that. Who dared to kidnap her.

"What do you want," she demanded strongly. But the man only laughed in her face and swung her around to tie her wrists together. Luckily though, he left her flute in her hands.

He lead her into the house and opened a small door that lead into the attic of the room. It had already been furnished.

"So he's not going to treat me terribly. He must have a little bit of manners," She thought as he thrust her into the room. Then, after closing the door, he began to untie her. The entire time, she kept her mouth shut, but glared daggers at him until he left.

Once alone, she took in her surroundings, cradled her flute, sat on the bed, and cried. She cried a good long time, then once her tears had dried to small hiccups, she sat up.

"Come on Marinette," she demanded herself. "Focus!" and she did.

She looked around her room, searching for anyway out. She examined the small window and tried to squeeze through it. Though she was a skinny girl, she couldn't fit through it. It was to small. She pulled her head out of the window and turned her attention to the door. It was then that she noticed that there was a key hole on the inside. Closer examination showed her that it could indeed be picked. So she formed a plan.

The man returned after a few hours with a few books, a phone, and a tray. He thrust the phone at her.

"Call your boyfriend," he said.

Marinette's eyes glinted with hope.

"Are you letting me go?" she asked. But he laughed.

"No, you are giving me Adrien's number,"

Marinette looked at her phone, then back at her captor.

"Why would I do that?" she asked.

"Why else? To save your butt,"

Marinette rolled her eyes and threw the phone to the ground. The man looked at the phone, then at Marinette and did something Marinette hoped he would. He slapped her. She smiled at him through the burn of her face.

"Are you going to tell me your plan know?" she asked bravely.

"I'm trying to get his mother here," he said after a pause. "Now call your boyfriend. Oh and one more thing. I want your name,"

Marinette laughed and picked the phone off of the floor, beginning to dial Adrien's number. Then she held it to her ear.

"Ladybug," she answered.

"I should have known you wouldn't give me your real name," he said with an eyeroll.

The phone began to ring, then a familiar voice answered it with caution. Marinette nearly fell to her knees as he heard Adrien.

"Hello," he asked.

"Chat Noir, it's Ladybug,"

"Who?" he asked.

"Come on trumpet boy. Don't you recognize my voice?"

There was silence at the other end and Marinette feared that he was going to hang up, then she heard a choke and realized that Adrien was crying.

"Mari.."

"SHHHH," she said. "Don't call me by real name, Chat. He doesn't know who I am. And I think this phone is bugged,"

"Alright bugaboo, where are you," Just then, the phone was snatched away and Marinette's captor spoke into the phone.

"Bring me your mother if you want to see your girlfriend alive again,"

There was silence as Marinette watched the transaction. Fear draping her shoulders like a wet blanket, heavily.

"The school, five o'clock," and he slammed the door.

Marinette slumped onto the floor and tears streamed her face, reality hitting her. She was in a dangerous game and Adrien was the only one who could get her out.