Chapter 60. Kidnapped

Being kidnapped was not as exciting as the books and movies made it sound.

That was what Riley Torres thought when she was thrown into a tiny room after a long drive.

Okay, she WAS terrified the first half hour of the kidnapping. But after sitting in the car for who knows how long and then in this room for an even longer period of time, she was starting to feel rather…

Bored.

Riley looked around the dimly lit room, noting the lack of any remarkable features. The walls were a bland beige, the floor was a cracked concrete, and the only furniture was a rickety old chair in the corner. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Seriously? This is what kidnapping looks like? I was expecting a bit more… flair,” she muttered to herself.

She glanced at the door, which had been shut with a rather anticlimactic thud. “He didn’t even bother with a dramatic slam,” she thought, feeling slightly insulted by the lack of enthusiasm from her captor.

Apparently, he was some b