6 Marun

"Don't you have like, work stuff to do?", I questioned, irritated.

"No. And even if I did, who exactly gon check me? I'm the head software and system designs engineer slash COO of a company in a completely different ball field than every other company on earth. Apple's stocks are on life support and Samsung is hanging by a thread. I could die right now and we'd still be the most innovative design wise for the next ten to twenty years, so I doubt a day or two off will hurt them." Thing two responded. I sneered before it hit me. My mind was a hurricane of thoughts and worries all at once. 'Oh my fucking God. Xcel Technology. Why didn't I realize this sooner. How common is the name Ximenes? No wonder the owner's image and personal life remain so private, it's so he can get away with bootleg shit like this. I wasn't just kidnapped by a rich white man, but the richest fucking white man on earth. Oh shit. Money is power. He'll probably get away with this.'

"Okay that's great so how about you go play with some blocks or something while I get a spoon and start digging a tunnel. It was nice to meet you." I tried to shift focus from the fact that my mind was racing at all that I had just realized.

"Nice try. Ximenes will be all up my ass if you escape-"

"I bet you like him there" I interjected quietly. He cut his eyes and continued as if I was a fly he swatted away.

"- and I don't have time to act like I care about his feelings for an eighteen year old. His old dumb ass is always on some new unnecessary childish shit. I don't have the patience to deal with either of you.Now have you finished your tantrum?" he finished as I wondered how the hell he knew my age.

"I have a RIGHT to throw a tantrum. I was literally just fucking kidnapped! Are you on crack? Pussy ass, bitch ass sellout-" I continued to call him array of names that may have included Koonye 2.0. The entire time he just sat there looking bored. That's when I got pissed and swiftly threw one of my sneakers at him. He dodged it swiftly.

"I am not a sellout. I have my reasons."

"What was the reason bitch?"

"Cardi, how I know you ain't gon get some 1 inch dick from Ximenes then turn as crazy as him and start talking bout some 'wE'rE iN lOvE, i FoRgIvE hIm", he attempted to voice the last part in a high pitched voice and started chuckling slightly like shit was funny. The key word is attempted - with his deep ass demonic ass voice.

"See I don't fuck with that Stockholm syndrome shit, I promise."

"Isn't that what they all said at some point? And look where they are now. They visiting their kidnapper in prison, begging for dick through a phone, with their faces pressed against a tempered glass screen. Messy asses." he spoke dryly as if the shit he just said wasn't completely out of pocket.

"You ain't shit for that." I tried not to laugh.

"For telling the truth?" he quipped and I stone faced him.

" I can't promise that I won't try to injure you repeatedly if I think you're just a sellout and if you don't deserve it I may feel bad when I find out. So, it would be in your best interest to tell me." I probably wouldn't, but the more I know the easier it is to find Ximenes' weak points and escape.

"Okay come closer I'll whisper it." I cautiously slid over and leaned my ear towards him, only for him to pop me on the forehead with the back of his hand. I fell to the floor dramatically while he was chuckling like he didn't have sense, his deep laugh shaking the whole room. I glared and slowly lowered my hand to my remaining shoe, focused my eyes on their target and threw with all the force in me. The shoe connected perfectly with side of his head and his melodramatic ass collapsed over the back of the couch. I quickly ran and leapt over the couch, grabbed a pillow and pummeled the idiot with it. Repeatedly and hard. After a while I started feeling myself and was trying to suffocate him and escape, when the pillow was snatched I was pushed onto the couch. A second later my head was hit with such force I heard my blood pumping through my temples. I stood there looking like booboo the fool number two, then glared at him and snatched the pillow to hit back. We chased each other hitting back and forth for about five long minutes until I tried to jump over the back of a couch to avoid a hit and tripped over the frame, falling on my ass. It was the weirdest thing ever because I tripped and slipped at the same time. As I frowned and rubbed my ass he began grinning, then cackling so hard he was holding his ribs. Less than a minute later I was laughing too and couldn't stop no matter how hard I tried. Trust me, I tried. There were tears of laughter dripping down my face and the sound of us laughing was made me laugh harder. It calmed me somehow. I hadn't laughed this hard in forever. It was that rib hurting, asthma flaring, eye tearing, throat choking kind of laugh, the best kind. What felt like an hour later I finally sobered up and didn't hesitate to resume my glaring even though we had just had a giggling pillow fight like little girls. This whole situation was just so unusual. Even the way I spoke to him was unsettling. We spoke like we knew each other, we acted like we knew each other, like I wasn't basically his fucking hostage. I tried to make myself more serious or make myself hate him but he seemed to not have any intention of letting that happen. Still, I tried one last time.

"I still hate you." I spit out.

"I still hate you" he mimicked in a high pitched voice " I promise you the feeling is mutual." He laughed, and my blood boiled, because it was clear now that I should just stop trying.