Imagine: Hostage (rihanna)

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"Hey y/n" Robyn says as I open my eyes

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"Hey y/n" Robyn says as I open my eyes. I try to rub my eye but my arms are in restraints. I sigh.

I've been held captive by her family for about a week now and I still manage to forget I'm here every single morning. I hate waking up strapped to the bed. But I'm glad to be out of that shitty royal home. They think because I'll be 18 in two weeks that I need to start preparing to be "the queen". The problem is that I don't wanna be the queen. I don't even wanna be a royal member. Yea everyone respects you and I have a lot of money, but that stuff gets old. People usually don't talk to me cause they're scared or they don't like my family. And when they do talk to me it's usually for popularity and publicity. Aside from that, it puts you in situations that normal people don't go through. Situations like these.

Robyn snaps her fingers in my face.

"Did you hear me?" My arms are free.

"No. What'd you say" I say rubbing my wrists to soothe the irritation.

"You hungry?" she asks. I shrug.

"Not really" I say, lying. I'm starving. I just don't want her to poison my food. She's never done anything to make me think she would but, just to be safe. It's really not a far stretch. I mean her father is the one that kidnapped me. Their family is my family's biggest rivals and after my father killed his wife, he wanted revenge. So he took me.

"You're lying" she says after looking me in the eyes for a while.

"No I'm not" I say, kind of nervously. My stomach growls. As if it was calling me out on my bluff. I wrap my arms around it, desperately trying to silence it.

"I think you are" she says, looking from me to my stomach. She chuckles and walks out. I rub my stomach in attempts to ease the discomfort. I allow myself to get lost in my thoughts.

-

Shortly after, I hear Robyn re-enter the cellar with a big tray. On that tray was 2 cups of orange juice, and two plates with grilled cheeses on them. The smell, traveling through the air, hits my nose. Smells so good. I feel my stomach bubble again, begging me to just eat. She sets down both the plates and picks hers up. I watch her take a bite. As hungry as I was, I was still afraid of being poisoned.

"I promise I didn't do anything to the food. See watch" she grabs my sandwich and takes a bite. She smiles and puts it back down. My heart flutters. She didn't smile often. But when she did it was a beautiful sight. I smile back, involuntarily, but I catch myself and look down at my plate. Reluctantly, I pick my sandwich up and bite it. I'm not sure if it's cause I hadn't eaten since yesterday, which was only cause Robyn snuck me some leftovers from their family dinner, or what but that was undoubtedly the best grilled cheese I had ever tasted.

"Mmmm" I moaned, as I scarfed down the rest of the sandwich. I didn't mean to eat it so quickly, I was just so hungry.

"Good right? Man Jeffery really knows how to make a grilled cheese"

          

"Whose Jeffery?" I ask without even thinking.

"Our chef. Do you- well did you have a chef back at home?"

"No. My grandma was our chef. Anytime my parents would even say anything about a chef she would always fuss about how we didn't need one and that they wouldn't know the family recipes" I say smiling sadly. I miss my nana. She was my grandma on my moms side. And since my mom is a royal by marriage, my grandma never really cared about having servants or personal chefs and things of that nature. She was the only person I could vent to when I was sick of being royal.

"Whats on your mind?" Robyn asks looking into my eyes as she took the last bite of her sandwich and grabbing our plates to put them back on the tray. I clear my throat shake my head. I didn't want to bother her with my problems.

"Come on tell me. It's not like I can tell anyone. I don't have any friends and I don't talk to my family" I gave her a sympathetic smile.

"You really don't have anyone?" I ask looking over at her.

"Nope" she says shaking her head.

"Damn. That must suck. I mean I can be your friend. Only if you want though" I say smiling slightly.

"That would be nice" she says grinning. And going in for a hug. I hug her back while laughing at her excitement.

"Don't think I forgot. I still wanna know what you were thinking about" I pull away and sigh.

"My nana. And how she was the only normal person I knew"

"Tell me more about her" she says sipping her orange juice. My heart flutters. She cares.

"Where do I even start. Well she's my best friend. The only person I can truly be comfortable around. She doesn't care about who my parents are and what we own. She lives in a little house in the middle of nowhere cause she doesn't care about having nice things. She makes the best lasagna in the world. And don't even let me get started on her pies. She gives the most warmest hugs ever. I could honestly use one of her hugs right now"

I don't know why I'm being so open with her. I know she's technically "the enemy" but I can't help but feel comfortable with her. She's been nothing but nice to me since I've gotten here. And she somehow is always here at the perfect time.

*flashback*

"Well well well. Look who's awake" A man says walking up to me. I take in my surroundings. Where am I? I also take notice that I'm tied up. As I try to remember how I got into the situation that I'm in now I feel him stroke my cheek. I coward away.

"How did you sleep princess" he says. His smile so sinister that he could play the role of joker. I feel my heart drop as I realize who this man is. He's the husband of the lady my father killed. Otis. I think that's what my father mentioned him as. The only reason I know all of this is because I overheard my dad talking on the phone about the murder. And how he was gonna get the man next. But what does that have to do with me?

"I know you heard me ask you a question bitch" he says grabbing my chin roughly and forcing me to face him.

"Now I'll ask you one more fucking time. How did you sleep" he grits, his grip on my chin getting stronger.

"Good" I say lying, trying to hide the fear that was very much evident in my voice.

"Next time I ask a fucking question, you answer me bitch. Do you understand?" He says slapping me. I close my eyes tightly trying to stop myself from crying. Before I could get myself together enough to answer I feel him choking me. My eyes fill with more tears. It's not like I can do anything. My arms and legs were tied up.

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