Not sure if you take requests, and sorry if I already asked. If you’re willing though, I was wondering if you could do a snippet of a villain who has kidnapped the kid of a rich couple, and over the weekend is holding them for ransom. Not wanting to scare the kid, they try to spend time with them and keep the mood light. They notice the kids being a bit odd, they don’t like to be in corridors, or have doors closed. They (the kid) always positions themselves closest to a door when they’re in a room, and they don’t like people standing behind them, but they altogether don’t seem to mind being away from home. And it’s only once the ransom has been paid the kids been sent home does the villain find out that the kid was actually being abused at home.
Villain’s henchmen had informed them that the kid was being a little difficult and that assistance was required.
Villain sighed as they walked over to the bedroom where they’d stationed...Marcus? Michael? No, it was Micah. They couldn’t blame him for being a little rowdy—after all, they’d literally just kidnapped him from his family.
“What is going on—,” Villain cut off as they entered the room and nearly ran right into the kid.
Micah yelped in surprise before tripping over himself in an attempt to turn around to face his captor. He fell butt-first onto the carpet before scrambling to his feet, backing away from Villain.
Villain rolled their eyes and titled their head at the befuddled henchmen still the room, motioning them to get out. Once the door was shut behind them, Villain took a seat in one of the cushioned chairs by the bed and crossing their arms.
“Th-they wouldn’t let me keep the door opened,” Micah explained, talking so fast his words slurred together.
Villain raised a brow.
After a beat of silence, Micah said very quietly, “Can...can I?”
Villain blinked at the odd request. “So you can bolt out and run away? Absolutely not.”
“I promise I-I won’t.”
Villain eyed them suspiciously before getting up and slowly turning the doorknob, cracking the door open just a little.
Micah shifted themselves closer to it but stopped a safe distance away. Their loose body language already told Villain they had no intention to run.
“So...why am I here?” Micah asked.
“Money,” Villain said simply. “You’ve got a rich family, kid. Might as well go ahead and steal some.”
Micah perked up at that. “My parents’ money? Is that why you took me? How long am I going to be—,”
“Stop asking questions,” Villain snapped, then immediately regretted it as Micah recoiled in apparent fear. They cleared their throat. “You’re being held for ransom for the weekend.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Just okay? Villain raised a brow at the obscurity of Micah’s answer before walking around him to grab a set of clean clothes for him. “Do you—,”
“Could...could you not stand behind me?” Micah interrupted, voice low.
Villain frowned in annoyance as they glanced over their shoulder. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah! Y-yeah I’m okay I just...” Micah swallowed uneasily. “Sorry I don’t...uh...”
Villain rolled their eyes. “Forget it. Why don’t you get dressed and meet me downstairs in a few minutes for lunch?” They tossed Micah the black shirt and grey sweatpants they’d picked out, who caught them and nodded.
“Second door to the left of the hallway. See you there.” Villain then slipped out of the room, making sure to keep the door open to Micah’s liking.
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Micah, surprisingly, didn’t attempt a single escape throughout his stay with Villain. If anything, the kid seemed pretty at ease.
Villain, through careful observation learned that Micah hated corridors, refused to close his door under any circumstances, and for some odd reason avoided any talk about his family. Either case, Villain did their best to be hospitable and treated Micah with the utmost kindness they could muster.
Damn them and their soft heart.
The ransom of one million dollars was paid late afternoon of Sunday.
Villain received the money in the mail and counted it before letting Micah know he was being released.
“Already?” The kid almost looked disappointed to go.
Villain nodded, trying to not show their own disappointment. “C’mon now.”
Micah’s parents were waiting in an alleyway a couple of blocks away from Villain’s headquarters. The couple looked unbelievably pissed and immediately reached for their child once they saw him.
Villain tilted their head as Micah shied away for a second, as if he unsure if he wanted to take his mother’s hand.
“Micah,” his mom barked harshly. “I’m late for my meeting. Let’s go.”
Micah glanced back at Villain once.
That was all it took for Villain to see the pleading in his eyes.
It took them the half mile walk back to headquarters and a long shower for them to realize just exactly what Micah was begging for. The open door. The no-person-behind him policy. The fear of open corridors.
Oh fucking hell.
Villain was back out the door two hours later, but this time, they had a knife on them.
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part two
