"Has anyone ever told you that kidnapping is illegal? Cause it is!" I hissed at one of the males.
"This, actually, is very legal. Today is exactly a week after your fifteenth birthday, no?"
"No, it is."
"Then why did you say no?"
"Because you said no...?"
"You're not supposed to say no just because I do."
"But it made sense.."
"You Americans are weird, yeah."
"No as in yes, or no as in no?"
"Both. Wait.. what?"
Both men sighed, shaking their heads. "You're a lost cause already."
"I embrace that, Sir Shithead."
"Truth or dare?"
"Oi! You! I said truth or dare?"
"I swear to Lucifer, if you don't answer right now, I will fu-"
"How many times do I have to tell you that we are not playing truth or dare?!" They screeched in unison.
"When I was twelve, I went to the park with my friend, Cheyenne, to get ice cream once, right? 'Cause there was an ice cream parlor there. And we got there and this boy Jaxx was there and he was all, 'ooh~ it's my whore Chelsea!' And Chelsea was all-"
"Nobody cares. Shut up."
"When I was like, ten, I was playing on the swings with my friend Hailee and some boy pushed me off of my swing. And I got mad, you know?"
"Like, Oi! Who do you think oyu are? That's my mother frickin swing! Imma kick your arse so hard your momma's gonna feel you coming back up her va jay jay!"
"So I pushed him off the swing and dragged him to the creek by his hair. I tied him up with a random string and dangled him just barely into the water."
The two males slowly backed as far away from me as possible whilst still in the limo.
"Nobody found him for six hours." I smirked deviously.
"SO BABY LET ME LOVE YOU, LET ME LOVE YOU LONG TIME~"
"Boy I'll let you love me, let you love me long time!"
I leaned forward, pushing the button to change the song.
"SAY SOMETHING, I'M GIVING UP ON YOU."
"Oh my god..."
"I'LL BE THE ONE IF YOU WANT ME TO. AND ANYWHERE, I WOULD HAVE FOLLOWED YOUUUUU!"
"Make it stop.....!"
"NO MORE SINGING, ELISE."
"Unce, unce, unff, duurrrn, pfftchhkkkk lleeooot chhhkkpt Brrnn."
"Elise, what are you doing?" The second male muttered.
"Shh. I'm doing Skrillex noises."
"Wha-" The brunette furrowed his eyebrows.
"Brrrow nnopcchkkkk dunnnn chkkaptfkn br-br-broooaaww nawwhhchoo."
"Get the duct tape. We're taping her mouth shut." The first male muttered.
As I sat in the limo, my jam came on. Man, you don't even know. I stood as high as I could in the tall roofed limo and began to pelvic thrust at the first sounds of Gentleman by PSY.
My dancing got rapid as the song sped up. I could feel the music threading through my bones, the lyrics going straight to my soul.
I got short of breath as I danced my heart out. I could feel the males' stares on me, but I didn't care.
"Gonna make you sweat~
Gonna make you sweat~
You know who I am!
"I'm so done right now. So, so done. Why did we even volunteer for this?"
"Hey. Hey, babe." I smiled innocently.
Both males rose their eyebrows at me.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Not you. You're not up to my standards." I scoffed. "I'm talking to Jeffree, my imaginary boyfriend."
"Elise, get out of the limo."
"You can't make me!"
"I wanna go home!"
"You are going home. Back to England."
"My home is here."
"Elise, don't make me drug you." Male one murmured, pulling a syringe from his black bag.
"You woouldn't dare." I narrowed my eyes.
I, unfortunately, was wrong, because he stuck me with the freaking syringe and I slowly drifted into the land of darkness.
Or, as I like to call it; my non existent imagination.
"Oh look. I can see Satan!"
Just a filler for now, until I get the motivation to write more~