she is so chill with kidnapper

"Good evening, I have come to Kidnap you,so please cooperate" .Firdaus says smiling softly as if it's nothing out of ordinary. "A short girl stands before him shocked, trembling by the cafe’s back door into the alley" "Riana, a part-timer, was leaving Closing up shop, late at night to head home, when .Firdaus spotted her" "a few minutes later, Riana finds herself inside a van, with her mouth gagged and hands bound with ropes, as .Firdaus calmly drives" "Keep quiet, I told you to cooperate. How am I supposed to drive with all that noise?" .Firdaus says in a mockery voice. ".Firdaus carries Riana into a house and ties her to a chair" .Firdaus smiles "now you stay here calm, while I call your dad" ".Firdaus calls her father" "Good evening sir, i have your daughter, and for the right price..." "a deep male voice replies" "keep her! we don't want her back." "Both .Firdaus and Riana shocked" "Eh?so what we do now?"

Riana's expression turns from shock to a combination of concern and curiosity. She fidgets slightly in her restraints, trying to find a more comfortable position. Her wide eyes never leave .Firdaus's face, filled with apprehension and uncertainty. Despite the dire situation they find themselves in, there's an oddly captivating energy between them that she can't quite shake.

"Well," Riana begins slowly, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she plays with the loose strands of hair behind her ear, "I suppose you could try calling my father again." There's a teasing undertone to her words, as if she were hinting at some unsp

ment shared secret between them. Her eyes dart upwards to meet .Firdaus's, their gazes locked in a strange dance of defiance and fascination. It's clear that Riana isn't one to back down easily, even in the face of danger.

"Or," she continues more confidently, her mouth twisting into a small smile, "you could try something different altogether." The suggestion is left hanging in the air, heavy with implication. There's an undeniable allure about Riana now; her vulnerability mixed with bratty arrogance making for an intoxicating combination.

Riana rolls her eyes dramatically, her expression shifting from coy to impatient. She leans forward slightly, brushing her chest against the ropes that bind her, causing a noticeable jiggle to occur. Her breasts are ample and tantalizing, only adding fuel to the already smoldering tension between them.

"Oh, boo-hooo! Kidnapped me for money," she mimics sadly, drawing out each word with exaggerated melodrama. "You're such a martyr." There's a playful glint in her eye, and she tilts her head slightly, challenging .Firdaus to rise to the

Riana's mouth snaps shut abruptly at the sudden outburst, her eyes widening in surprise. She swallows hard, forcing herself to stay calm despite the anger radiating from .Firdaus. A slow smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and she takes a moment to appreciate the tension that fills the room.

"Oh," she purrs, clearly enjoying the power dynamic that had shifted between them, "you're not only desperate but angry too." There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she leans back in her chair once more, crossing her arms beneath her ample breasts. "And here I thought you were just

Riana bursts into laughter at .Firdaus's comment, throwing her head back and revealing the smooth column of her neck. The sound fills the room, echoing off the walls like a melody. Her laughter doesn't last long though; it quickly transforms into another teasing smirk.

"Oh, I think I know exactly what you mean," she says slyly, her tone dripping with innuendo. Without warning, she gently rubs herself against the ropes that bind her, causing them to creak audibly under the pressure of her movement. It's an erotic dance of sorts, performed only inches away from where .Firdaus is standing. "Is

Riana's eyes narrow slightly at the comment about her father, but she doesn't let it deter her from maintaining control of the situation. Instead, she rolls her shoulders back and arches her spine, pushing her chest forward even more pronouncedly. "Oh?" she asks, feigning surprise. "Well then... I suppose we'll just have to figure out something else," she adds with a playful wink.

She leans towards .Firdaus again, her warm breath ghosting over his ear as she whispers huskily, "Maybe we can find other ways for you to satisfy yourself." Her fingers graze his arm lightly, sending a shiver down

Riana's eyes dart to the side as .Firdaus moves towards her, but she doesn't resist when he frees her from the ropes. With a playful grin, she bounces slightly on the balls of her feet, now fully aware of the freedom she has regained. "Your father might not want you back," she agrees with a shrug, "but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy what time we have left."

When asked about cash for food, Riana snickers softly, hiding her growing excitement behind another wave of laughter. "Food? Oh, no need for that. I already planned my meal for tonight," she

Riana's expression softens, realizing the gravity of the situation she has unwittingly found herself in. It's clear that hunger could easily overtake any other desires or emotions. Glancing around the room, she spots a half-eaten sandwich on the countertop next to a bottle of water.

"Oh," she says, somewhat chagrined. "I didn't realize." Stepping forward, she carefully picks up the sandwich and hands it to .Firdaus. "Here," she murmurs quietly, her eyes meeting his for just a moment before looking away. "I hope it's still edible after all this time."

Her own

Riana watches .Firdaus eat the sandwich, her expression torn between curiosity and wariness. When he apologizes for attempting to kidnap her, she shrugs lightly, a mocking grin tugging at her lips. "Eh, happens to the best of us." Taking a step back, she leans against the wall, crossing her arms under her breasts while glancing over at him.

"Since it seems like we're stuck here together now," Riana suggests with an eerie calmness that masks her excitement, "maybe there's something else we can do to entertain ourselves until we figure out what comes next?" She raises an eyebrow curiously

Riana blinks in surprise at the offered handshake, her eyes narrowing slightly as she considers .Firdaus's proposal. After a moment of hesitation, she tentatively extends her own hand to accept the shake, her warm skin brushing against his. In that brief touch, there's an electrical charge that sparks between them, making both of their hearts race just a bit faster.

"Alright," she agrees with a confident grin. "A partnership in crime, huh? It could be fun... or at least interesting." Her grip tightens ever so slightly before releasing him, allowing their connection to dissipate back into the air around them. As

Riana laughs softly, a musical sound that fills the room. "Well, I suppose there's that option too." She crosses her arms under her breasts again, pushing them up slightly as she ponders aloud. "But wouldn't it be more fun to actually do something?" There's a playful glint in her eye, a challenge daring him to suggest something daring or risky.

"Besides," Riana adds with a mischievous smirk, "who knows what kind of 'take care' you have in mind?" The emphasis on the last three words makes it clear she's wondering exactly how far their partnership might go beyond just crime and

Riana raises an eyebrow at .Firdaus's comment about survival and the rotten egg, clearly intrigued despite herself. Her gaze flickers over his form once more, taking in every detail she hadn't noticed before while pondering what else they might be able to enjoy together aside from their new criminal ventures.

"Well, if survival is your goal," Riana muses thoughtfully, stepping a bit closer so their bodies brush against one another lightly, "perhaps there are other...skills you could learn to better ensure it." Her voice drops lower, taking on a seductive quality that sends a shiver down both of their

Riana chuckles softly, the sound almost musical as she moves even closer to .Firdaus, their bodies now pressed intimately together. She reaches up with one hand, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling him closer still so their lips are mere inches apart.

"Anything?" Riana asks teasingly, her breath warm against his cheek as she tiltes her head slightly, exposing more of her long neck. "Because there are many things that could be so much fun...and I promise, they will all keep us alive." The intensity in her eyes leaves no doubt that she means every word. As

Riana gazes down at the exposed musculature of .Firdaus's chest and abdomen, her eyes widening in surprise before quickly flickering with admiration. Her hand slides lower, tracing over one impressive pectoral muscle before slipping lower still until she's cupping his growing erection through their clothes.

"Wow," she breathes softly, her touch gentle yet firm. "It seems you don't need me for your survival after all." Riana leans in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she adds in a whisper, "But I wouldn't mind helping you enjoy living..." With that, she pulls back

Riana giggles softly, clearly amused by .Firdaus's flustered reaction. "Oh, I could touch you wherever I want," she teases, her hand slipping even lower, now directly gripping his arousal through their clothes. "After all, we're partners now...and as your partner, I think it's only fair that we explore each other's desires." She leans in closer once more, her breath warm and slightly intoxicating against his ear. "Now, tell me, what is it that you truly desire?" There's a subtle shift in her voice, suggesting that the submissive facade might be starting to crumble as she

Riana pulls away with a small pout, her hand slipping from the bulge in .Firdaus's pants. "Food?" she asks, feigning disappointment. "That's all you want?" She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly before stepping back and releasing him from the chair. "Well then, let's get something to eat," Riana says cheerfully, moving towards the kitchen. As she walks, she sways her hips enticingly, the hem of her skirt riding up just enough to give glimpses of her lacy black panties.

"You know, .Firdaus, if there's anything

else you desire later, feel free to let me know," Riana calls over her shoulder while rummaging through the kitchen cabinets. "We have all night together after all...and I'm always here to fulfill your wishes." She says it playfully, emphasizing the last few words with a wink and a suggestive smile.

Once they have some food prepared, they settle down at the small kitchen table. The atmosphere seems lighter, more casual now that they're engaged in something as mundane as eating. But Riana's provocative demeanor persists; she leans forward slightly, offering glimpses of her cleavage, and occasionally brushing against

Riana tilts her head curiously, still biting on a piece of food. "Do you really think so?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe...if that's what you truly desire," she adds with a coy smile, her eyes flickering with interest.

As they continue to eat, Riana deliberately feeds .Firdaus bits of food, their fingers occasionally brushing against one another. The sensation is electrifying, making it nearly impossible for either of them to focus on the actual meal. The tension between them is palpable; they know exactly what they both want but are playing this dangerous game of cat and mouse.

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