I took two steps before someone ran up behind me and pulled a burlap sack over my head.
Stalker Problems - Chapter 51 - Taken
Wednesday – May 31, 2023
“Matt!” I screamed. “What the fuck! This isn’t funny!”
He didn’t say anything. He just picked me up in his big football player arms and tossed me into a van like I weighed nothing.
Oh God, was this revenge for the fire I’d set on our date? It had been an accident, I swear. Why was he doing this? He’d just acted so cool about the whole thing. “Matt, I’m sorry. I never meant to set your dick on fire! But you just told me your penis was fine!” Had he lied? Was his penis burnt and mangled? Could it even get hard anymore?He’s going to murder me for maiming his member.Of course this was the way I was going to die. And I deserved it for penis mutilation.
“Go, go, go!” he yelled as the door slammed shut. Someone else hogtied my hands behind my back as the getaway driver hit the gas.
That was when it hit me. It wasn’t Matt kidnapping me. It was DODO. I’d just been bagged. And I was never going to be seen again.
I started hyperventilating. For the first time ever, I wished it was Matt. And that was really saying something, because I hated seeing him. But I wished he was here with me right now. Kidnapping me or something. Because him kidnapping me somehow seemed better than DODO kidnapping me. Matt wouldn’t actually hurt me. But these guys?
“Am I going to die? Please don’t kill me. I don’t know anything.”
Silence.
“Okay, I know a little bit. Or maybe a lotta bit. It depends on how you look at it. But I promise I haven’t told anyone. Except my friend Chastity. Er…I mean Charity. Or maybe she’s Charmander. Yup, that’s her name. It’s definitely not Chastity. Ha, I can’t believe I forgot my best friend’s name.”Oh no! Now they’re going to kill Chastity too!
I kept rambling like that for a good ten minutes. Which was really bad, because I should have been paying attention to all the turns we were making. Now if I escaped I wouldn’t even be able to find my way back home.Does that make sense? I don’t think it does.Why did people in movies always try to remember the turns when people kidnapped them?Oh, duh.It was so that they could sneak away and call the police and lead them right to them. That made a lot more sense. But it was too late. I’d already lost track. It was over for me. I was done. Dead.
“Are you sure this isn’t Matt? Matthew Caldwell?” Oh God, why’d I just say his whole name? Now they’d go after him next. “Just kidding. That’s just some person I read about in the tabloids. Please leave him alone.” Just imagine if I set the man’s dick on fire and got him murdered. I was the worst.
Nothing I said got any reaction from my kidnappers. So I stayed silent for the next ten minutes, praying that it actually was Matt and trying to remember our route.
Left. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right.
Why are we taking so many right turns?
Right. U-turn. Left. Left. Right.
Then we stopped.
The DODO agent tossed me over his shoulder and carried me like a sack of potatoes up some stairs and onto an elevator. It went up a lot of floors. At least like 30. Or maybe 40?
The adventure ended with him putting me on a very comfortable sofa. It almost felt like leather.
“Where are we?” I demanded. “Let me go!”
He didn’t respond. But he did pull the bag off my head. The room was dim.Verydim. But I’d just been sitting in pure darkness for like 30 minutes, so my eyes were very well adjusted. Which was unfortunate, because what I saw was absolutely terrifying. It looked like I was in the prop room at an old abandoned theater. I’d never seen so many creepy mannequins. Or were they mummies?
Oh my God. They’re going to murder me and turn me into a mummy mannequin!Tannerhadsaid that DODO was an ancient organization. It made sense that mummification was their primary means of making people disappear.
I squirmed against my restraints.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked as my hooded captor walked to the door. It didn’t seem like it was Matt. His shoulders weren’t broad enough. So that meant…this wasn’t some kind of revengething like I’d hoped. My heart sunk.I’m going to die here.“Please don’t make me into a mummy!”
He stopped and looked at me. “That’s up to whoever buys you.” And then he left, slamming the door behind him.
Whoever buys me?!What the hell is happening?!I rolled off the sofa and got to my feet. There had to be a sharp object around here that I could use to cut this rope off my wrists…
I froze when the door opened. Someone flicked the lights on. It was blinding after being in the darkness for so long.
“I’m sorry!” I yelled. “I promise I wasn’t trying to escape! Don’t mummify me!”
