….You awake, kid?

a deep voice asks. You blink your eyes awake and look around. You notice that you’re tied to a chair by your wrists, ankles, and torso. You try to wriggle out but you’re stuck.

Yeah, sorry about all this shit. If everything goes to plan, you’ll be out of here soon. Just need the ransom from your parents.

little does he know, your parents hate you and wouldn’t pay shit to get you back. In fact, they’re probably happy you’re gone.