You know that feeling you get when your nervous and excited at the same time? Anxious. That's how I'm feeling.

Why? You may ask, well I'll tell you why. Ryker, you know Mr. Mostwantedman, is taking me to his "kitchen" and I'm pretty sure it's not a kitchen.

I mean I'm not there yet but I feel like he's gonna torture me. I really have my suspicions about him.

Like how does he manage to look like a Greek God?

And other related questions.

I know. I know. Why are you thinking about those kinds of details? Well, you might not believe me but I'm a bit spunky.

Like the kind of spunky where somebody did one little thing you didn't like and you go all crazy person on them.

Example. If somebody were to talk to me in a condescending tone and point all the things I did wrong in that situation, I would point out all the things they did wrong in their entire lives.

Yeah, I'm a bit extreme. I get that a lot. But that's just how I am. Deal with it. Ohhh. I just realized that's probably why I've never had a boyfriend and most of the girls that got bullied hung out with me. Because every time their bully came to pick on them and they were with me... well let's just say they were never bullied again.

Coming to a complete stop snaps me out of my thoughts.

"This is where you will get all your food from. What would you like?" Ryker has this accent that's making me crazy because I can't seem to figure it out. Anyway, food time.

"What do have in your fridge?" What? Don't judge, I like to cook my own food and to do that I have to have all the ingredients ready and at my fingertips.

"I don't know. Only the cooks know. Now. Tell me what you would like so I can tell the cooks." Is he crazy? Does he think I trust him with my food? Wow. I almost feel bad for him.

"No, sorry I sorta don't want to be poisoned. I cook my own food. Now, where's the kitchen?" I know what your thinking and no he didn't already bring to the kitchen because he brought me the dining room. A brown glossy wooden table lined with brown seats sat in the middle of the room. The walls were white with design and a grand chandelier hung from the ceiling. Which looks really beautiful by the way.

Ryker groans in annoyance before walking off, assuming I'm supposed to follow him I do. Does he have to walk so fast? He probably isn't. He's most likely walking a normal pace but he has long legs and he probably doesn't even have long legs I'm most likely just too short.

I mean you can't blame me for only being 5'3 and two quarters. And he's like 6'3. Being at least a foot taller than I, means when he's walking a normal pace to me he's fast walking.

Finally making it to the kitchen I immediately gasp.

"It's so roomy." 

The kitchen had brick walls and pans hanging from the vent. Brown cabinets were filled with glass plates and there were four fridges. I am going to indulge in that. 

I'm so in awe by the kitchen I didn't notice the 7 cooks stop cooking once we entered. I guess we aren't supposed to be here because the one who looks to be in charge comes over and starts to speak.

"Sorry boss but we aren't done cooking lunch for the rest of the men and their family's." Boss? Why are people calling him that? Is it because they're scared? Because he's the most wanted man.

"It's fine just pick up the pace a bit and if you wouldn't mind my baby girl would like to cook her own food." The chef seemed shocked? I think it's because he said baby girl or maybe because he said it so calm like and they were behind schedule.

Wait! He said my baby girl. Oh my glob... He's talking about me. Eeeekkk!

I couldn't stop the tingles run down my spine from just thinking about it. I think I'm starting to like my kidnapper. I honestly wouldn't mind but if you think about it's sorta creepy.

"Of course boss, she can cook whatever she would like. The lunch will be served in exactly 5 minutes." She seems scared of him. Is he going to fire her?

"Good, then you'll get your friends out of the kitchen so we'll have it to ourselves, right." Dang. Ryker is impatient. I need to calm down. I think I'll try to calm him.

Putting my hand on Ryker's chest I speak up. "Hey Ryker, don't rush them, cooking takes a while. And for now, we can wait." As I finish he visibly starts to calm down. Ok and now for the chef.

"Just tell us when your done and We'll help you clean up."

"No, it's ok my friends have already started to clean and take the food to the men. We'll be out of your hair soon."

"Ok that's fine we'll be in the corner."

I didn't notice Ryker staring at me the whole time I was talking. And the weird part was I found it... comforting.

"No one's ever been able to calm me down before. You really are special."
I don't think he knows he said that out loud.

"I can assure you I'm not special. I'm just me."

He seemed to snap out of his trance and look at me with confusion.

"You said it out loud so I replied," I said shrugging with my shoulders. Looking around the kitchen I find it empty and cleaned up. Wow. They work fast.

"Well, time to cook. Let's get started." I say excitingly and pull Ryker's arm to the fridge.

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