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"S-someone . . . please save me," she whimpered.

The silence was preoccupied with sobs of the frighten girl.

The cold, metal chains, that were pressed upon her skin didn't make her feel better.

She didn't imagine getting herself into this situation.

She remembered feeling the warmth of her bed, and the smell of a fresh batch of cookies, waiting for her, every morning.

Everything vanished right before her eyes.

All her hopes and dreams, gone.

She tried remembering her last moments of freedom.

She was in her room, studying for a upcoming test on algebra, but stopped when she heard creaks from her stairs.

She haven't seen her parents come up to her room since she came back from school.

"Crap," he swore under his
breath.

Marinette slowly stood up, inspecting every since inch of her room.

Nothing. Na-da.

"Sigh. I could've swore I heard someone's voice," she mumbled.

"You heard right, princess," he whispered before he placed a cloth over her mouth.

She tried struggling, but every bone in her body started getting weaker and weaker. Before she can say a word, she closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Next thing she knew, was waking up in a cellar, while being chained to the wall.

She was soon cut off of her thoughts, when she heard footsteps of a person coming.

The figure was wearing black sweatpants, with a black shirt with a green paw print on the side. Marinette couldn't see the face, since it was covered by a black hood with cat ears. Not to mention the lack of light in the cellar.

"Hello princess, remember me? I'm the man who kidnapped you," He said cheerfully.

"Now, let's get you somewhere warmer," the man said.

"The hell? Are you kidding me? Like I'm gonna fall for that pathetic lie," Marinette spat out. It took her everything she got to say the words.

What did he do to make me so weak?

"That's no way to treat you knight in shining armor."

"W-what do you want?"

"Well . . . what do you think I want?"

Silence. None of them spoke for a few moments.

"You want to kill me, don't you?"

He slowly shook his head.

"Not even close," he said with a sly smirk.

He reached out, placing his hand on her cheek, caressing it with care. His gentle action almost broke down Marinette's guard.

"P-please," she whimpered. "tell me what you want from me,"

"I just want to hold you in my arms for the rest of my life," he said while pulling out a key.

He softly placed his hand on the fragile girl to reassure him that he wasn't going to hurt her.

The sound of a click was heard. It was the sound of the chance at freedom for Marinette.

Marinette placed her hands on her chest, letting out tears.

"Come on. We don't got all day," he said emotionless.

Marinette didn't react. Said nothing. Did nothing. Besides the fact that tears were coming out of her eyes.

"The name is Chat Noir. You disobey me, punishment will be mandatory. And I'm the one who's in charge of punishment," he said seductively.

She felt herself quiver under his touch.
She didn't know why, but she felt as that room became warmer. Maybe because of the intense atmosphere. Or maybe because his words suddenly made her feel like jello. Making her feel little bit lov--

Stop it. You shouldn't be thinking like that. This man is holding me against my will and has the power to kill be by the snap of his fingers.

"W-what kind o-of punis--"

"Punishments that both of us will like," just like that, he swooped down and kissed her lips.

Her lips was soft. A little bit too soft. He was finally able to get a chance to kiss her. He wondered what it would be like to get a chance to taste her lips. It was beyond what he could have ever imagined.

She slowly replied back to the kiss. Not too long after that, he started hearing the most beautiful moans he had ever heard.

He knew he had to stop before he took her to his bed and going further than he expected it to be.

He pulled back. He looks at the young girl who was a complete mess.

"Let's get you out of here. I don't wanna be in this nasty, cold place anyways," Marinette slowly stood up on her own, while cautiously looking out to see any any guns. Guns was her second biggest fear, behind seeing the people who she's loves and cares about die.

"Just so you know, you're sleeping in my bed tonight, and that's a promise."

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Chapter dedicated to its_nusa_obviously
I love you're books and I ADORE Kidnapped. You seem like a cool person and you heavenly inspired me into writing. So, thank you.

Please notice me senpai.

Also, can we be friends?

And should I make a second part? Like sin or fluff? Or maybe both.

Gotta go and watch The Fifth Wave for the 2729472937 time