'I don't care about Adrien and his perfect life. Just kiss me Luka' had been playing on repeat for what it felt like years. My throat was dry from screaming for help and I had a killer headache. The feeling of nausea was taking over my body.

A creak of the door.

"Hello Marinette" a familiar voice.

Alya's p.o.v
I had been locked in this room for so long I would probably die of dehydration soon. How the hell was I supposed to escape? There was a keypad on the door and if I figured out the code I'd be able to escape. But where would I go next? I had nothing to defend myself with and the only thing in this room was a bedside table.
The drawers were empty which was no help at all and I was starting to lose hope.

Unless I had to think smart. There was a slim chance but maybe this kidnapper had left some kind of clue so they wouldn't forget the pin themselves. I slowly got up, head thumping in agony and started to look around the room. I had watched a lot of horror movies with my boyfriend Nino and victims usually tap on the walls to find some secret opening. Nothing. I had a staring contest with the bedside table as if it was going to come to life and tell me the code. I picked it up and observed every inch in case it was engraved with any writing. Bingo.
On the bottom it was engraved with the numbers 1-4-18-9-5-14.

Marinette's p.o.v
My kidnapper slammed the door. I couldn't put my finger on who this guy was. He wore a black hoodie and a matching black mask. I could feel the temperature drop in his presence as I trembled with fear.
"I can't believe you believed me this whole time" he jeered at me, cackling like some sick twisted mastermind.
"Who the hell are you?!" I screamed, ready to throw a punch. But I was frozen just before my fist was about to crush his jaw. It was a magical, unknown feeling.
"I'm just like you Marinette" he shouted as he released his hand, causing me to be slammed against the wall. An unbearable pain penetrated through my spine. Dark magic.
"You're such a coward" he chuckled.
" Y- You're the coward, hiding behind that plastic mask" I stuttered, voice shaking.
"That's not what you said when you met me. When I carried you off the beach like a hero" he whispered in my ear.
"The only difference between then and now is that now you're stuttering in fear for your life".