Kidnapped

"Demitri, you are excused." A calm, cool voice filled the room as I felt the familiar buzz fill my entire body. My eyes shot towards the door, my gaze locking onto him. He was dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, which seemed a lot more comfortable, and looked better than what I was currently in. My eyes moved down to my favorite jeans, a look of horror filling my hardened gaze. My jeans were caked in mud and dried blood, the rips that had been professionally put there had stretched leaving one leg mostly bare. I didn't even want to see what condition my shirt was in by now.

"Great, the whole reason I'm in this place is finally here." I sent a highly irritated glare towards him, this time looking away directly after. My disheveled hair falling in front of my face as I cast my eyes down at my bare feet which had been scraped and bruised, probably due to when I had been brought in.