“Sorry, I’ll be borrowing them for a bit!”

Slinging your limp body over his shoulder, Liam pushed through the dense gaggle of your bodyguards, sprinting down the street. Outpacing them, he ducked into a dark alleyway, scaling the tall brick wall at the end with practiced ease before landing on the other side. Continuing to run, Liam smirked as the confused shouts of your bodyguards grew ever fainter behind him. Slowing down to a leisurely stroll once the shouts had completely faded, he finally began to return to his hideout.

His ‘hideout’ was a run-down apartment building, one that he found for cheap in the sketchy part of the city. It wasn’t particularly pretty and there were very few redeemable qualities about the living facilities it offered, but it was home, and now the place where you would be kept in.

Adjusting you on his shoulder, Liam pushed open his apartment door with his hip. Shuffling inside, he locked the door behind him, placing you into a chair in the center of the living room. With the rope he had bought for cheap at a hardware store, Liam bound your arms and legs, securing you to the chair.

Pleased at how easy it was to remove you from your bodyguards, Liam proceeded onto the next part of his plan with a more relaxed smile. Kneeling in front of you, he reached into your pockets, fishing out your phone. Just before he could make the ransom call, it was here that Liam discovered the first flaw in his plan.

A swipe of his finger caused your phone to light up, prompting him for a password.

Shit, he forgot that he needed a password.

Blindly inputting a combination of numbers, Liam’s gaze scoured you for any hint as to what your password could be. With each incorrect input, the corners of the easy smile on his face dipped lower and lower until he was all but wearing a frown. Suddenly, his gaze landed on your arms, which were connected to your hands, the solutions to this dilemma.

Aha! Maybe a fingerprint?

Eyes glinting, Liam circled behind you, taking one of your hands. Selecting your thumb, he turned back to your phone with renewed excitement, before immediately deflating again.

Where’s the home button?!

Flipping your phone this way and that, Liam attempted to search for a hidden compartment that would reveal a home button. When nothing turned up after he had scoured every last inch of the phone, he sighed, dropping your hand. The idea of brute forcing your password was unappealing, and so, Liam decided to wait for you to wake. His other option was to somehow hit you over the head with something until you woke up, but a light concussion would surely hinder your ability to communicate. Pocketing your phone, he stalked towards the corner of the room, settling down for a long wait.

Minutes later, as you were beginning to stir, Liam was immediately on his feet. Stopping in front of you, he smiled sinisterly, ready to recite the threatening speech he had prepared while waiting.

“No one will find-“

“Please don’t touch me, Mister.”

Startled by your loud whine, Liam took a step back as you leaned forward, pouting and batting your eyelashes.

He didn’t hit your head on anything when he was running right? Do concussed people act crazy?

Scrambling for something to say in the face of your flirting, his eyes widened as you opened your mouth again to speak. Refusing to hear anymore of your nonsense, he waved a hand in front of your face, shaking his head.

“What-? No. I’m not going to touch you.”