Rustling in the bushes startled her and she looked around. It was too dark to see anything and this caused a slight wave of trepidation. She got out her keys and decided to get inside as fast as possible.
She had just opened the door when she felt an arm wrap tightly around her waist and a second later a cloth bag was placed over head. She screamed, screamed as loud as she could until a hand slammed over her mouth to silence her. Another pair of hands grabbed her wrists and bound them together with duct tape. There were two of them. Panic flooded through her. The person holding the upper half of her body removed his hand from her mouth and looped his arms under hers. With her hands restrained, she went crazy with her lower half. She writhed and swung her legs wildly. It connected with something and she heard a strained groan.
“She kicked me in the junk!”
Jordan immediately recognized the voice. “Neil?” She was utterly confused. “Is that you?”
“Just walk it off.”
Another familiar voice. “Matthew? What the fuck are you guys doing?!”
They ignored her question and she continued to twist and turn with vigor, thrashing her body so they would let go.
“She’s a little hard to control,” Matt said, tightening his hold under her arms.
“Get the chloroform,” Neil shot back.
“Tyler said we shouldn’t use it unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“You’d chloroform me?” Jordan shouted, swinging her body left and right. “You fucking bitch! You’d chloroform me? We are no longer friends!”
Neil lifted her legs up and they carried her down the pathway. “You don’t mean that.”
“What’s up with people calling dudes bitches?” Matthew asked. “It’s offensive.”
They shoved her into the backseat of a car and each one climbed in on either side of her. She was pissed off now, but as soon as she heard the doors close, she knew it would be pointless to continue fighting.
“Are you guys sure we’re not gonna get arrested for this?” an unfamiliar voice asked.
“I told you I can’t make any promises,” Matt responded. “But we are rich, so we’ll cover any legal costs.”
She heard the car start up and they slowly pulled away from the curb. “Okay.”
She still didn’t recognize that voice. “Who’s this guy?”
“Oh, that’s Fat Santa,” came Matt’s voice from her right.
“It’s Gary,” he corrected, sounding a little annoyed.
“We needed him to drive the getaway vehicle,” Neil said from her left.
She groaned her frustration. “I know who you are and I know where we’re going, so why is there a bag on my head?”
“We’re committing to the task,” Neil answered. “This is a kidnapping and we wanted it to be as real as possible.”
“Oh, please.Realkidnappers would have thrown me in the trunk.”
“Why didn’t we throw her in the trunk?” Neil asked and he sounded disappointed that he hadn’t thought of the idea himself.
“Neil, Tyler’s quite a passive guy,” Matt explained, “but don’t be fooled by that. If he found out we did that to her, he’d kill us both…Take a left here, Fat Santa.”
“I don’t even have the suit on,” Gary said from the front seat. “So it really doesn’t make sense why you’re still calling me that.”
“First impressions last,” was Matt’s flippant response. He tapped her shoulder to get her attention. “While we’re on the topic of kidnapping, could you maybe put a bit of a quiver inyour voice when you speak to us? Make us feel like we did a good job of scaring you.”
“Fuck you!” she bit out. “You guys are the worst kidnappers in the world!”
“You wound me, Jordan.”
