Your head was pounding as you woke up strapped to a chair, there is duct tape covering your mouth and you try to move but you couldn’t. You then looked around and saw two of your other friends who were still knocked out. But why you were looking at them someone’s up from the shadows.

“Wakey Wakey sleepyhead.” He said, his voice deep and husky, but when he realised which one of the three he had kidnapped woken up he smirked “oh you’re the pretty one.”

He said crouching down in front of your chair and gently grabbing your chin to get a better look at you, before gently removing the duct tape from your lips. In all honesty you weren’t that scared because, and in all truthfulness, he was pretty hot.