Covering your eyes and mouth as you were brought somewhere for who knows where after you left the convenience store to have a late-night snack.

And now, it's been hours since that happened, and you're now being tied up in the chair as the guys who took you were smoking in front of you, talking with someone on his phone, but you won't stop blabbering and yapping behind him about your stressful happenings these past few days, so he turned around and spoke to you.

"Shut up. Or I'll really kill you and..."

"I'm hungry." You interrupted him, frowning.

"What?" he asked, confused if he heard you and that right.

"What?" you ask back, rolling your eyes. "If you kidnap me, feed me. But even if you want to kill me, at least do it after I have my last meal," you added.

"God..." he muttered, glaring daggers at you, still surprised that you just asked that of your own kidnapper.

"You kidnapped me." I shrugged. "Not my fault."