I “woke up” with an excruciating headache

I “woke up” with an excruciating headache, like a hangover, but worse. As I started to become aware of my surroundings I realized I was in a fairly big bedroom, it was extraordinary.

“Holy Shit!” I gasped, “What the fuu-” I heard a lock turn in the door as a boot clad foot came in followed by an insanely huge body. “-dge.”

He realized what I was going to say, and his lips quirked up unintentionally, offering what was probably the closest thing I would see on him resembling an actual smile. Not that I was talking, I hadn’t smiled—genuinely—since I was a thirteen year old child with a crush on the popular boy. But, thankfully, that dream crashed into the ground rather quickly.

After he realized his “deadly” mistake, Blondy (how original am I?) returned his semi-smile to a frown. Seeing how deadly serious he was, I became nervous. I was being held captive. No one would even care that I was gone.

“Here,” was all he said as he basically threw a sandwich at me. It was peanut butter and jelly.

“I’m not having that!” I shoved the repulsive sandwich away from me, being careful that it didn’t touch me.

“Of course you are! It’s a fucking sandwich, just eat it!”

“No!”

“Why?” He ground out.

“Its… gross, plus I’m not aloud anyway.”

“You do know I could kill you.”

“Well, fuck-tard, you and me both know you can’t or wouldn’t.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, I know for a fact that you have no gun or weapon, and your fat lard of a kidnapper wouldn’t kill me. So, why would you?”

He threw me against the nearest wall. But after a childhood of being at the wrong place at the wrong time, it didn’t have an affect anymore.

“Was that supposed to intimidate me? Because, it damn well isn’t.”