“Well, it’s always been a fantasy of mine to be kidnapped…”
Addie nodded, she’d heard this from me before plenty of times. We’d met at my first munch about two years ago, and immediately took a liking to each other, mostly because we were both wearing the same obscure anime tee-shirt, but also because we’re both into hypnosis, something that other munchers didn’t really understand. Since then we’ve gone to nearly every hypno con we could together, including the one we were at now in Agloe, NY.
The elevator shuddered to a stop as we reached our floor. We stepped out as the doors opened and headed down the hall.
“Well, everyone has those ideas they really want in their head.” She gave me a light shove, “You just have a bit more than others.”
“I have no idea what you talking about,” I said, knowing exactly want she was talking about.
“Well,” she cracked her knuckles, “There’s the treadmill scene, the roller coaster scene, that scene with two tons of glitter, a few temptress ones… Oh! And that one scene where you ended up spending hours sucking on Bryan’s coc-”
“Okay! I get it!” I quickly cut her off, holding back my own laughter, “Come on, Addie. We are still technically in vanilla space…”
She stopped walking and flashed me a sly smile, “No we’re not.”
“Uh, yeah we are, what do you mean we’re not?”
Addie tilted her towards the hotel room door behind her, “What room number is that?”
I squinted and leaned forward to see it, “619? So we’re on the party floor… But our room’s on the 4th floor, why are we he-?”
Before I could finish, Addie grabbed my shoulders and shoved me up against the wall, before slipping a blindfold over my eyes.. “What the- Hey! Addie, what are you doing!?”
The only response I got was her yelling next to my ear, “Shark! Get out here! We got work to do!”
The sound of a door opening came from behind me, and I felt a pair of large hands grab me by the waist.
“WOAH! Shark? Shark is that you?! Put me down man, come on!” I shout ot him half-jokingly. Shark is our friend who looks like he could be in the NBA on account of how he’s 7 feet tall. His names not actually Shark, but you try pronouncing his 19-character Czechoslovakian name.
“Sorry ‘bout this,” Shark bellowed, the only way he can talk, “Nothing business, just personal.” He picked me up and slung me over (I’m assuming) his shoulder like nobody’s business.
I playfully pounded against his back, and he just lazily adjusted me back to my previous position each time with no effort.
Time passes with more laughter and squirming, I can feel us walking down the hall… Or something. But it feels like we took several turns that shouldn’t really be there, right?
Suddenly I was plopped down on something soft. I quickly removed the blindfold to find myself laying on a couch, Shark and Addie both standing at the end with arms crossed.
“All right, Captive!” Addie started, “Make us some breakfast!”
I looked around, we were in the hospitality suite, and there was some eggs, milk, toast, and other ingredients in front of me in the coffee table. “I’m sorry, What?”
“You heard the boss lady!” Shark said in his thick accent, “You’re our captive, you do as we say, and we say make us breakfast!”
“Besides,” Addie continued, “You did promise you’d make us your ‘world famous french toast’ one day. Today is that day!” She pointed towards the stove behind me.
I just stared at them with my jaw on the floor, “You’re kidding?”
“Nope.”
“You kidnapped me so I could make you guys breakfast?”
“GOOD breakfast. I mean, hopefully the best breakfast, but we’ll settle for good.”
“…”
“…”
I snickered, then laughed, then we all laughed at the ridiculousness of all that happened… And then we ate breakfast, cause I do make a damn fine french toast.
