wrong person to rob

revelations

stiles POV

i woke up with a gasp, sweat dripped down my body as i inhaled sharp shaky breaths. nowadays i never get a goods night rest without having a nightmare, today was no different, this nightmare circled around my parents and the police officer i killed.

i held my head in my hands. trying desperately not to fall into a panic attack.
after a few minutes the loss of breath subsided and i could finally take my hands away from their guard over my face. my features quickly morphed into one of disgust.
i was in a really posh looking room, i lay on a king sized bed, the sheets were satin and a wooden headboard was behind me.  the fuck were these kidnappers on.?

i slowly got out of bed, i was in my boxers and a t-shirt i've never seen before.
i welcomed the soft  carpet on my feet and stood up, thanks to iron deficiency black dots crowded my vision. i stood on wobbly legs for a few moments and waited for it to pass.

then i made my way over to the door, grasping the cool knob i turned it.
locked.
i tried again, no change.
"FUCK"
i yelled, slamming my fists on the door. what was i supposed to do now?
i wanted to bawl my eyes out on the incredibly enticing bed but for all i knew they had cameras in here, the last thing i needed was for them to think i was weak.

i wiped away the tears that threatened to spill and closed my eyes, my mind was racing with ideas or ways they will kill me.

footsteps echoed down the corridor, i backed away from the door, it opened slightly and a small tray was pushed lightly in. there was a steak with rocket salad and new potatoes, next to it stood a glass bottle of pepsi, a bottle opener and an apple.
"ugm... here's lunch"
i think scott said. the door closed abruptly and once i was sure he had walked back down the corridor i grabbed the apple, bottle opener and pepsi before retreating back to the bed.

if i was stuck here i might as well make the most of it, i sat back on the bed and began watching stranger things from the first season.

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scott had returned about four more  times, so i guess it was about midday now, each time he would sigh when he saw the uneaten food. but took it away anyway.
he occasionally tried to talk with me and last time i caved and spoke.

"hey, so u don't seem to like anything, what would you eat?"
scott tried

i chucked a little
"how bout stuff that doesn't look grilled in gold, you guys never hear of burgers or curly fries?"

"yeah fair enough, our food is only for exclusive pallets"
scott joked

i actually laughed
"oh, so sorry i'm not royal enough"

"yeah next time i'll invite the queen to come eat with you"

"you're gonna ship her over from england?"

"oh now that would be a real honour  stiles and-"

he didn't finish as someone called him away. he left without another word however i never heard the door lock.

the doors not locked.

i waited for a few minutes, to see if he would return or if it was a trap. then, i carefully opened the door, the corridor loomed before me. i swallowed and walked out, no trip wires, no alarms blaring off.. stupid.

i made my way down the corridor and took a random left. i wanted to find the kitchen god what i would do for some curly fries right now.

soon i stepped into a kitchen area, a lounge was attached right next to it and a bunch of people lay scattered on the couches, i recognised scott and lydia as well as the other guy who i never got the name of, there were a few others i didn't know of, i'd find out sooner or later if they don't kill me first.

careful not to make too much noise i began scavenging round the kitchen for anything i could actually eat.
i sighed in defeat when there were no delicious curled potato strips anywhere and settled on making an avocado and halloumi salad.

i was just adding a lemon drizzle on top when i heard someone behind me, still brandishing my salad dressing i whipped my head round.

there stood scott.

"how are you here and what are you doing?"

he quietly growled. was he scared of being heard? oooh unlucky for him i'm the loudest person ever.

"making a salad for myself seeing as all the food you guys have were diamond encrusted or some shit scotty"

a few heads turned and soon everyone's eyes were on us. only now i noticed an absence of derek.

"hi guys... i'm stiles, nice to meet more kidnappers"

kira looked pissed and glared at scott accusingly

"scott i thought you said he came willingly"

"if you mean knocked out three times and attempted knocking out once as well as being stalked for a few weeks, getting chased and having them arrive at my front door then yeah i

"dude what the fuck i thought you guys just went to hire him"

"look derek said he could be useful we think he's a dormant werefox"

scott whispered the last part but i heard.

"what the fuck is a werefox? like a werewolf with extra steps?"

a few of them have a snort of laughter.
then one of the new guys i had never met wrinkles his nose.

"god stiles you stink of exhaustion"

never knew that was a smell, one of the others gave him a hard jab to the ribs.

"okay... so i'll just finish this salad and go back to my room"
i say, turning back to make it.

after a few moments of silence the guy i never got the name of spoke up.

"could.. i have some, like if you have any left over. it just smells pretty nice"

i turn to look at him incredulously but my eyes soften, for a kidnapper he's pretty shy.

"sure. actually could you come help me fry the halloumi?"

the guy beamed and bounded up to help. soon the smell of the halloumi filled the room.

"oh, be careful not to let the under side get too brown, it ruins the texture. flip it over... now"

"like that?"

"yeah that's perfect"

eventually we were done, i had made quite a lot by accident, i plated about one sixth for us two and left the rest on the island along with plates incase the others wanted any. i felt dumb and pretty weak for making them fucking lunch but i had always done it for my dad in our small family and this felt oddly the same.

when we were making the salad the guy told me his name, isaac. i gave isaac a fork and went to leave.

"wait"

i stopped

"look, you might not like it but your kinda stuck here... wanna eat lunch with us?"

i turned to face them.
"you guys kidnapped me and now i find out i'm stuck here. not really no i don't want to fucking eat with you"
i barked anger flaring. a couple gasped and i looked at them in confusion.

"your- um- eyes.. flash purple?"

i scoffed

"just... just fuck off"