My Name is NOT Cupcake

Chapter 3

I felt groggy. I didn't feel like myself. I willed my limbs to move or do something, but they felt heavy. I

tried to remember what happened, or at least where I was. All I could remember was the man in the

woods. I shot up and instantly regretted it. My head swam with a pounding headache. I placed my hand

on my head to try and stop the spinning; it only made me feel sick. I groaned and shut my eyes back

quickly as I tried to remember what happened. All I kept seeing was the man in the woods. I tried

blinking my eyes open again. I was more successful this time. I squinted against the bright sunlight

filtering in through an open window.

Where was I?

I looked around to see that I was in a bedroom. The color theme was cream and light grey. Everything

in the room mirrored the theme. I looked down to see that I was in a plush queen-sized bed. The

covers were off-white with the rest of the room. There were lights on the ceiling, a single grand window,

a set of double doors, a single door, a bedside table with a lamp, and a desk with a small bookshelf

build it. This room looked like a master bedroom. I instantly panicked and checked myself.

Clothes still on?

Check.

My virginity in tact?

Check.

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Nope.

I knew I left my wallet at home, so I wasn't worried about that, but I did have my phone on me, and now

I don't. Whoever took me must not have wanted me to contact anyone.

And with good reason! He kidnapped you! My inner voice chimed in. I jumped as the door opened. The

man from the woods walked in and my first instinct was to cover myself more with the blanket on my

lap. I pressed my back against the headboard and pulled the covers up even further.

"W-Where am I? What are y-you going to do to m-me?" I asked, mentally cursing my nervous stutter.

He held his hands up to his, now clothed, chest in a motion of surrender.

"I don't mean you any harm, I swear," he explained quickly. I hated that I actually trusted what he said.

He could be lying and I believed it almost instantly.

"You kidnapped me. W-Why did you kidnap me?" I asked, my voice raising an octave from how scared

I felt.

Nolan.

"Oh God, Nolan. Nolan is going to be devastated. He doesn't know where I am, and he'll blame himself

for losing me and he's going to tell my dad and... My dad! It'll be like my mom all over again. He'll think

I'm dead. He'll think I'm dead and Nolan is going to blame himself," I thought out loud as tears poured

down my face. The man rushed closer to me, making me cower away even more. I hated this.

"Hey, no, no, no, please don't cry, please," he begged. I squeezed my eyes shut and fisted the sheets

hard in my hand.

"Please... just take me home. I won't say anything about you, I promise. I won't tell anyone," I cried

anyway. He hesitated.

"I can't," he breathed.