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One of the world’s top researchers was Y/N, she was exceptional at conceptual physics, chemistry and her personal favorite, nuclear engineering. She studied hard for this position at her university, currently double majoring in quantum mechanics and nuclear engineering, she barely had any time for her favorite hobby, partying. She enjoyed going out and meeting strangers, the further away from her social circle the larger the thrill. On Wednesday when she woke up she couldn’t remember a damned thing.
“Ughhh- my back…”, she groaned. Bits a pieces of last nights recklessness began to form a somewhat coherent memory. “Oh god…his dick was really small…”, a slight grin began to creep up her cheeks as she remembered how pathetically the “man” last night begged her to suck him off. “Man” was a little bit of an over statement, his penis was so small it could legally classify as an eleventh finger.
Y/N began to climb out of her plush pink bed and slowly glided toward the balcony of her penthouse. She pulled open the door and stepped out into the clear afternoon air. The fresh breeze tickled her nose and she scrunched it up in response. She opened her mouth wide and took a big gulp of the air as she peered out into the city. She looked down to see everyone in their own world, people going on first dates, children throwing tantrums at the hands of their parents, teenagers rushing to get to class, and… rushing for class? Oh shit, she was late. Y/N’s eyes widened in response to the connection she had made in her brain. She had worked so hard for this education and now she was throwing it away, was probably something her nagging mother would say if she was in the room. Her father on the other hand, would call up the school and concoct an absurd lie to justify her lateness then proceed to make her more late by taking her out for breakfast.
Not only was it the afternoon, she hadn’t even brushed her teeth. She sighed as she realized she indeed did need to go to the university, after all there were thousands of people who would sell a piece of their souls just to attend a semester at her university. It wasn’t that she was ungrateful, just…indifferent. As she walked to the living room she clicked on the TV. The headline read, “Breaking news, the war in the West has now expanded into the East”. Y/N rolled her eyes at the sight of this, “Oh my gawddd”, she yawned, “literally who even fights in war? It’s not like it would solve any of the diplomatic problems in the world, but sure, act all tough and macho”, she muttered. She turned into her kitchen and pulled out a fresh platter of fruits courtesy of her chef. Delighted, she chanted, “Thank you chef Rose”, with a clap of her hands.
One could say the she was privileged, maybe even spoiled…she was spoiled rotten, Y/N worked hard, there was no denying that, however, she got everything she wanted, when she wanted, and if she didn’t get what she wanted, the whole world would stop spinning until someone, usually her father, would produce whatever it was that she wanted within the span of minutes.
One time when she was 15, a moody teenager of course, she told her parents that she wanted a brand new BMW for her birthday, of course her mother said no and that she would receive a second hand Toyota. Upon hearing this Y/N couldn’t stand it. She stormed out of the house and walked to the other houses within their neighborhood and said, “My mother is abusive, can you please help me?” Of course, in the eyes of her neighbors she was the perfect angel, so as one could imagine, it didn’t take long for a hoard of police cars to show up. After the first knock on the door of her house, her father grew angry at her mother. However, he didn’t have time to mope at his wife as his daughter was lacking luxury cars. Soon when the police force and her father found her curled up on the neighbors reclinable couch under many plush pillows, with her face dripping with salty tears and her eyes red, putting on an admirable facade, was when her father declared that she would be receiving both the BMW and a new Mercedes did she waltz carefree out of her neighbors house and back into hers as though it was just a walk in the park. A couple thousands were paid to the police force that day for a false report and it was wiped from their system.
Y/N is exactly who she thinks she is, and to everyone else, with of course the exception of her dad, she was a brat.
She had finished eating breakfast and walked to her bathroom to begin her extravagant routine. She looked in the mirror and cringed at the dried makeup from last night's not so fun time and hurried off into the shower. The warm water rolled over her body and replenished her skin. Her hair slowly became more and more heavy as the premium mineral water, that of course her father bought, absorbed into her hair. She stepped out a plush as a peach and felt immediately refreshed. She walked naked to her grand closet and ran her hand over the tens of types of tops that hung from hangers on rods attached to the wall. She stopped at a dark purple tube top and snatched it from the hanger. To complete the outfit she chose a black lace bra and a tight short navy blue skirt with a cute pair of sparkly heels. She pulled up the clothes on her clear skin and did her signature makeup routine. Bold eyes, light blush, and her signature lip combo. She felt like a million bucks, oh wait, she was.
She picked out her Mercedes keys from the decorative key holder that hung in front of the door- no not the same one from when she was fifteen, oh god no that one was too old, but the newest model- and left her penthouse. She drove up toward her university blasting her favorite pop songs on the speaker and thought about when she was going to travel out to the Bahamas for a nice tan, a margarita, and a tan buff man to massage her feet and cater to her. She simpered at the thought but before she could indulge herself further in her delusions she had reached her facility. She parked and didn’t even bother locking the car, but then again, if it was stolen she could phone her dad and the next day she would probably receive two new cars.
She walked into the lab and her professor turned with a frown and asked, “Why are you so late? I thought we talked about this”.
“Ouhhh ya’...uhhmmm”, Y/N mumbled as she designed a new excuse for her 200th tardy, we both know that she was late way more than 200 times but who are we to correct her? “I was…I went stargazing?” She replied just as confused as her professor. An awkward grin formed on her face as she shrugged.
“Hmph”, her professor grunted, he waited around four seconds before a sly smile appeared on his face, “Just stay safe, okay Y/N?” he replied. As much as Y/N was late, her research had contributed to over 300 studies world wide, she would stay nights, weeks, studying and researching the same topic over and over again because she knew that a breakthrough was just one singular proof away. The professor had never met someone with such determination to get what they want. He forgets how many other PhD specialists would call her work absurd and unrealistic, but against all odds she had proved one of the hardest theories within nuclear research. With that she began her own PhD at only 22 years old. Something that 50 year old scientists wouldn’t be able to do even if they were granted double their lifetime to do. She was one of the world’s greatest researchers and if that meant she was going to be late every day of her labs, then so be it. She has already accomplished 40 years of research in her lifetime so what does it matter if she goes partying a lot, and yes it wasn’t stargazing, the professor knew damn well that Y/N was not the type to go out stargazing, especially on a Wednesday night. She always got whatever she wanted, and while many other doctors and students viewed that as a substantial flaw, that was the only thing that made her be the one to complete the theorem; because she wouldn’t stop until she would get what she would want, in this case, proofs.
“Thank yewww!” Y/N gleamed as she skipped over to her desk area. The professor sighed and he shook his head, still with a smile, “She’ll never change will she?”
She began glancing over the stacks of paper she had left from the day before, she had a couple of labs to run before she could begin calculating a section of the reactor she and her team were working on. She opened her laptop and began to work. She turned on her favorite tunes as background noise and occasionally danced around the other desks and tables for her lab. When her professor gave her a new folder of calculations she only smiled and said, “I’ll be on it when I can!” Her enthusiasm was contagious and her work ethic admirable. When she had finished her first round of calculations it was already 11p.m. She had calculated the day away, of course this was no problem for her, she loved calculating, it was her career and she was amazing at it. She loved being showered in praises by the same researchers that had once doubted her, given hundreds of flowers and gifts for her work. The world was hers and everyone was living in it.
From the moment they would say, “You can’t be serious, no one can solve that theorem and you think you can?” she made it her goal to solve exactly that theorem and rub it in their faces. One of the doctors that was skeptical of her work now actually does research in a different part of her university, when she first saw the doctor she puffed her chest and was prepared to shout curses and mocks at him, though before she could, he apologized for his remarks and said that she had inspired him, flustered by this Y/N quickly forgot her pent up animosity and eagerly said that she was looking forward to working together. When it comes to knowledge and learning, her bratiness fades away. Knowledge is the only thing she would bow down to as it is the keeper of this world and her sanity. Education is the most important thing, so important she would actually give back her luxury cars if it meant that education would be erased. Insane… that's how much knowledge means to her.
She packed up her things in a bag and walked out of her lab, she exited the prestigious building and walked to where her car should have been. The dull lamplights shone down on her and embraced her in its yellow light. The night sky as dark as blackberries covered the canvas of the sky. Asphalt crunched under her feet as Y/N turned and swore that she had left her car there and was confused as it was very much not there. She looked around in the distance to her left and saw her car hidden in the sharp shadows of the university and under the cover of trees of the parking lot. She didn’t remember parking there but she didn’t really care, her car was there and she had the key. Maybe her car had grown legs and walked over there, perhaps it grew wings to fly away from her but grew tired and decided to take a nap under the trees. Y/N figured that maybe her car was just destined to be in that spot, however it was that the car had ended up there, it wasn’t a part of the stresses she carried since she carried none. She walked toward her car and pulled out her phone to scroll through reels as she embarked on the journey to her Mercedes. She used her thumb and scrolled her reel app, mindlessly watching the animals and humorous bits which were displayed on her device without a care in the world.
Thud
She stopped dead in her tracks. Something was behind her, she whipped around, her hair slamming into her face from the sudden force, when she made eye contact with a man wrapped in dark clothing and a face covering that was imprinted with a skull face peered right back at her. He towered over her, his frame covering her entire body, he was muscular too. His chest and arms were defined through the thick cargo gear he wore and it was clear he had done some training from the bulkiness yet definition of his build. He grabbed her wrist and forced her to turn back the way she was walking with her back to his chest. The strength of his grip was absurd. Y/N’s wrist stung from his grip and the ache grew more and more pressured as his grip stayed connected to her skinny wrist. He pulled her arm behind her forcing her shoulder to stretch and tense. His gloves indented on her delicate skin and she attempted to free her hand from his grip to no avail. His other arm appeared in front of her face and clasped onto her mouth. On his hand was a white cloth, he shoved it onto her mouth and nose and she was forced to inhale the chemical substance on the cloth, she recognized it, trichloromethane, or otherwise known as Chloroform. Just a couple breaths of it and she knew she would be on the ground. She dropped her phone and it hit the cold ground of the parking lot, the purse which was on her shoulder slid down her free arm and fell next to her phone which she hoped didn’t crack. She cried out muffled yells through the cloth but within a matter of seconds her eyes began to fall victim to her eyelids as they dragged down her vision. Black splotches began forming in clumps in her vision and soon all she saw was black. Her mind went black and her body limp.
The entire weight of her collapsed onto the man and he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Her hips laid on his shoulder and her arms dangled behind his back. He squatted down and picked up her purse and shifted it onto the dip of his forearm where his muscular bicep connected to it. He grabbed her phone and rose back up and he began to re-adjust her on his left shoulder when he saw her skirt had ridden up from him picking her up. From his point of view he only saw the sides of her thighs but it would only be an inch more and he would be able to see her panties. He couldn’t see her garments because he was directly to the side of her hips, anyone in front facing him would be able to see the whole show. He stopped adjusting her and cursed as he slid her bedazzled phone into his pocket and turned his head to the right as he used his right hand to support her back as he flipped her back over and lightly, very lightly, placed her on the ground as if he were afraid he would break her. His mission was to capture and transport her to his headquarters, there weren’t any specifications on the state she had to be in once delivered, yet he still had a sense of responsibility in his head, it told him that leaving her exposed like that was wrong.
He grumbled as he placed his hands on either side of her skirt and lightly pulled them down, still looking away he ran his hand over the side of the denim skirt in search of a major fold. When he confirmed there wasn’t any he finally turned his head over and looked at her. She was adequately covered and he sighed in relief but quickly focused in as he needed to cover her with something or this would happen again when he would have to pick her up. He kneeled down next to her on his heels and unclipped her military vest from both shoulders. He tossed it to the side and grabbed the zipper of his jacket and pulled it down. He freed both his arms from it and pulled the arms back out so it wasn’t inside out. He placed it next to her on the ground and opened up the front panels of it so it could spread out bigger. He then extended his arm out and hooked it under the crook of her knees, his other arm wrapped around the dip of her waist and he lifted her up and laid her on top of his jacket. He placed her down so carefully as though she were made of glass and that any rough move would make her shatter. Her hips sat halfway on top of the jacket, and there was a considerable amount of fabric both upwards and downwards from the midline of his jacket. He grasped her arm individually and tenderly placed them above her head. He grabbed each side panel of the jacket and folded them over her hips. He had initially planned on zipping it up to ensure it wouldn’t fall off of her hips but after placing her within the jacket, only then did he realize how small she was in comparison to the jacket. Folding the side panel covered her entire hip and zipping it up would result in it sliding off of her. He muttered under his breath as he folded the other half over and tied the arms of the jacket over her and tightened it slowly, scared that if he did it too quickly that she may split into two halves from the force of it. He grabbed his vest and pulled his arms through it as he switched her purse from one hand to the other to make the vest go through his arms.
The purse was about as big as his hand and he curiously opened it up to see what she could be carrying in a bag of such size. Within it he found a couple of USB’s which he pocketed as it could have possessed vital data, four lip glosses, a setting powder, two black credit cards, and a handful of jewelry. The black card explained some things. She was strolling without a care in the world, in the middle of the night, on her phone to her Mercedes. In the man's mind he immediately knew that she was a classic rich girl, privileged and spoiled. He bet that she had never gone hungry in her home and that she had never been scared in her life, apart from now potentially. He looked down at the sleeping beauty who lay wrapped in his dark scuffed jacket, looking totally out of place. He felt a small tinge of envy, her life was so easy, she had everything handed to her on a silver platter, but him? He had to fight for even the most basic things. If he had a life like hers would he also be able to walk at night without fearing if someone would come and abduct him? Nobody to jump him and drag him away for money or his body. He shivered at the last thought which forced his mind to flashback to the dark and dirty basement where he was taken advantage of by random men at the will of his father. His own father. Fuck that bastard, he thought. Not allowing those thoughts to take over his mind he shook his head as though awaking from a daze.
He shoved the contents of the purse back and zipped it shut and threw it over his forearm again. He leaned forward and picked her up again and threw her over his shoulder, this time, her bosom was covered. He turned his head to the side and was pleased with his work. He didn’t have to cover her, hell, he knew that there were tons of men on his team that would have done the opposite. He shuddered again, shoving down the arising venom of his own assault memories before they could surface fully.
He began to walk toward the van where his team was, it was just around the corner of where he snatched her. He located the vehicle and upon his approach the lights blinked on. The van was hidden in the darkness and like a panther awaking from slumber it emerged from the dark. He got close to the side door and it slid open with a thud. His teammate hunched over the edge and said, “Woah, what's with that”, he said as he gestured to the jacket that was messily wrapped around Y/N’s waist.
“Shut up, Soap”, the man replied grimly.
“Ey, ey, hey, no need to get hostile now, Ghost”, Soap said as he shifted back showing his palms up front to Ghost as though it were a police interrogation, “calm down, damn”. Soap said as he backpedaled. Ghost hopped up into the van, looking behind his back to ensure the Y/N’s head wouldn’t hit the top of the van. The van was tall but he was still taller, he had to bend his back to not hit his head and since he was carrying someone fragile, he doubled his crunch. He padded to the back of the van and placed Y/N down on a row of seats. He pulled the seatbelt of the middle seat and clicked it over the side, the best he could do since she was lying horizontally on the seats. He settled back on the seat facing her, he then remembered he had her purse of the crook of his arm. He withdrew it and placed it on the floor next to her and fixed himself into his seat. Seeing this, Soap slid the van door shut and climbed over into the driver's seat. He cracked the engine to a start and the van began to press forward.
Tbc… :p