Y/n POV

My first night being kidnapped was wonderful. Not. It was unsettling being there, and not just because I was kidnapped. It was so put together, the room was almost like a studio apartment, just without a kitchen, and the walls are definitely not inviting whatsoever. In fact, they were a rigid aluminum looking metal. But I really had no clue. The room had surveillance everywhere. The bedroom, living room type of area, dining area, and even the bathroom. Is that illegal? Yes. But you know what else is illegal? Kidnapping. So you know what, might as well commit more crimes along the way right? I guess that was their mentality. Or they're all just a bunch of pervs. I didn't know what this situation was to be completely honest. Like. . . Who the hell did I piss off?

I sat on the small bed that was in the corner of my small 'living space'. It was relatively dark in this small space. There were some lamps here and there, some candles, and a few ceiling lights, but not much else. I had no windows, so I couldn't tell if it was day or night, but I know I've been here for at least twelve hours. I can only assume since I'm not dead yet, I'm here for a purpose. Do I know what that purpose is? Absolutely not. Hell no. But I wish I did.

Everything was so god damned frustrating. I don't understand what's going on, but I'm also scared for not only me, but my fiancé. . . My fiancé. It hurt to think such a wonderful occasion ended with something criminal. I twisted my promise ring that sat on my left hand middle finger. 5 years ago he gave me that. It made me smile. I love thinking of all the sweet things my Katsuki did. To everyone that wasn't me, he was an asshole. But I know better, I know differently. I can only hope he finds me soon. . .

Two weeks later

I threw down my cards, "Damn it! Seriously Bruce? I'm the one captive!"

He laughed, "You don't seem captive little lady!"

I pouted. Bruce is one of my captors, but he has become almost a friend. Bruce has shoulder length brown hair, and the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. Bruce is very muscular, and I remember being terrified the first time he came into my room. I thought he was going to hurt me, but instead he slapped a deck of cards on the table along with my lunch for the day, and lit a cigarette, prompting me to play a game of blackjack.

Bruce adopted the nickname "little lady" for me because he's 40, and I'm 20, so I'm exactly half his age. He comes and plays all sorts of card games with me throughout the day, and brings me my daily meals. For a kidnapped situation, this is definitely not how I expected things to go. But there was one problem, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. I don't like to talk about it to Bruce, because I know he feels bad about the situation, and the fact that he can't tell me anything, but I'm happy just to have his company at this point. But there is this constant shadowing, and looming feeling. I can feel the impending disaster breathing down my neck. I know it's coming soon. And I'm scared. I'm beyond scared. I'm terrified.

Bruce stopped smoking around me after the first week. Not that he's fully quit, but I hate the smell of cigarette smoke and constantly complained to him, and he eventually stopped. He always had one in his pocket and would occasionally just take it out and hold it, but never lit it. And for that I'm grateful. I'm grateful for alot of things Bruce has done for me. He got a couple of flourecent lights installed so that I didn't ram my hip into the small dining table I had anymore.

Bruce scooped up that cards and took my plate from dinner tonight. He smiled, "I gotta go little lady. See you tomorrow."

I lightly smiled back, "Bye Bruce, night."

"Night."

He left and the door closed with a heavy thud in the deafening silence. And once again, I'm kidnapped. The times right after Bruce visits always are the worst. I can still hear the sounds of us eating our meals, or the sounds of cards hitting the table. Now. . . There was the repetitive drip. . . Drip. . . Drip, from the somewhat broken sink in my bathroom. Or the squeaking of the old warehouse as the days wear on.

Bruce left a little gift for me a little while back. Bruce wittles with wood and a knife, and after my nightmares that had gone away after that one night at Katsuki's house had returmed, he spent a couple days wittling a dreamcatcher for me that he threaded twine through himself. It is my only true possession here. They gave me a couple of outfits in addition to the one I already wore when I got here, and they every few days did laundry.

I knew this situation wasn't normal. I'm a Pro Hero for crying out loud, but this situation is so odd. It is almost domesticated if I'm being completely honest.

I pulled my dreamcatcher to my chest and did a breathing exercise that I started doing just before I go to sleep ever since the second night. . . Or day. I don't even know anymore. I hung the dreamcatcher on one of the small metal bedposts, and tried to get warm with the thin sheet and blanket I'd been given. I started to hum a song that I'm sure that the surveillance people could hear, but it's the way I calm myself down before drifting off into either a dreamless peaceful sleep, or a terror, nightmare ridden one.

One week later

Bruce had been coming by less and less lately. Or rather, staying around less and less. It was definitely affecting the way I've been coping with this whole ordeal. And not in an good way. I've been having even worse more frequent nightmares. I've been having horrible mood swings, i've practically got cabin fever, and I sometimes want to rip Bruce's head off.

I really just want to know why, because there has to a reason for it. And not just because he's supposed to be my captor.

My thoughts were inturrupted when Bruce came by with today's lunch. ". . . Hello y/n."

"Hello Bruce," I answered curtly as I ate my lunch. We haven't played cards in days. What is going on?

"Let's play cards. Go fish?"

I nodded, "Okay," I moved my plate to the corner of the table and got ready to play cards. He dealt the cards and left the rest as a draw pile. I looked at my cards to see if I could put anything down when I saw something strange. There was writing on one of the cards. I pulled it out of my hand to read it, and was shocked by what I read.

I've been busy trying to get you out. Tonight. When I bring you dinner, we'll leave.

I looked up at Bruce and deliberately looked him dead in the eye, "Do you have a 4?"

He shook his head, "Go fish."

I glanced at the camera that was situated in the dining area, before drawing from the pile.

Bruce looked at me, and kept his back to the camera, "Do you have any fives?"

I nodded and handed him the card. He proceeded to ask, "Do you have any ones?"

I shook my head, "Go fish."

We kept playing the game until it was over. "I've got to go little lady."

He walked over to grab my cards and plate. He leaned down to get them, and as he did that he whispered in my ear, "I've getting you out tonight. Be ready."

He smiled lightly at me, before turning around with the plate and cards and left.

Leaving?

Leaving??

Impossible.

》》》End of Chapter《《《

I apologize in advance for the following chapters. I reeeeeeally am.

The shoe is going to drop.

I love you all, stay safe.

-Meimoo-