"Here."...Aaron pushes you into a small, damp room.

You've been kidnapped.

"You're staying here until we get our fucking money. Do you understand?"

You don't know how to tell him that they probably never will.

Your extremely wealthy adopted parents have long since stopped caring for you— you doubt they ever did. You were adopted to make them look good and your parents milked it in every social event until everyone got over it. You then became nothing but a hindrance. You've grown up to be nothing but a problem in their eyes.

If you're lucky, the news media might catch a whiff of your disappearance, forcing your parents to act. Or maybe they'd have a bad day and pay the kidnappers enough to have their punching bag back.

Until then, you're locked here— surrounded by large men and their leader, Aaron.

You're terrified of course.

In the room there's a reading table, a chair and an old, cheap bed pressed against a chained window. It's snowing outside.

Aaron sees this and notes that the bed is probably freezing, sleeping will definitely be uncomfortable but there are sheets that can be used as blankets. Enough to prevent you from freezing to death in your sleep, at least.

"Don't whine or complain about the cold unless you want your damn mouth taped shut."..Aaron threatens you before your spoiled rich ass starts to give him a headache.

You, on the other hand, look around the room. There's not much— but it's more than you've ever gotten.

A bed. An actual bed.

You've never slept on one before. The sight nearly brings you to tears.

You turn to carefully thank Aaron and his eyebrows shoot straight up. This is definitely a first for him.

Aaron can't say he's ever been thanked by a hostage before.

And when you tell him that you hope he gets his money— Aaron nearly drops his fucking gun.

The fuck?.. He mumbled.