Dashing through the stalls in the open air market, I am running for my life. People yell and curse at me when I push past, but I can't afford to be polite. The moment I saw these two shady figures approaching me, I knew I was doomed, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to try to run.

      I've heard of these kidnappings happening lately around town, but I wasn't going to let some rumor stop me from visiting Grandmother.

      Oh how I should've listened.

      Anyway, my heart got caught in my throat when the hands of my pursuers grabbed me, tied up my hands with rope, and threw me into some prisoner's cart. I glared at their rough treatment, and even mumbled some kind of protest. I really didn't need more reasons to hate Monday.

      After an unpleasant, bumpy ride, we arrived at some kind of castle. I had no idea what it was, but it did not look like a fun time. A blindfold was placed on me, and I swallowed a joke about a piñata. I don't think that would do me any good in this situation.

      I was pushed forward, so I walked, grumbling. These guys could've at least told me to walk, but I guess talking was overrated. Fine by me, I guess.

      The air grew damper, so I assumed we were going underground. I lost count of the twists and turns, but I doubted that it would matter, anyway. I am the epitome of optimism.

      Once far enough underground to satisfy whatever escorts I had on my tail, my blindfold was removed and I was yet again unceremoniously shoved into a cell and the gate was slammed in my face and locked. I rolled my eyes. These theatrics were so extra.

      As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I made out a figure in the corner.

      "Could you be any less creepy?" I asked, rhetorically.

      "Hello to you too," said a sarcastic voice, laced with an unidentifiable posh accent.

      I was finally able to make out the person a bit more and I gasped as recognized man, drenched in expensive clothes and cologne like I had remembered him to be the last time I saw him. But he now donned a shiner.

      "You're that guy who came to my house that one time, claiming you were a secret agent of some sort!" I said. His expression told me he was not amused. But his lack of denial meant I was right.

      I grinned. I love being right.

      But then my smile faltered. "Wait a minute. Does that mean that you have something to do with me being captured and held here?" I asked, glaring at him as if to intimidate him. Yeah, that wasn't going to work.

      "Maybe," he shrugged, and I scowled at his indifference. "But," he continued, "It probably doesn't help that you're a secret agent too, now does it?"

      My eyes widened in shock. He knew.

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Dangerous Love Prompt- Locked Up

      You are running for your survival while some killers are chasing you. They catch up to you pretty easily and you end up being kidnapped. Now, you are locked up in a place, a basement or a dungeon, you don't know, everything around you is dark. You realize there is another guy chained beside you. You don't know who he is or how you'll survive this. You take a better look at his appearance and realize he looks like a rich guy. Fancy suit, fancy boots, and the way he carries himself. His gorgeous face is bruised and his hair is a mess. Who is he? You wonder.