The third point of view:
"High time you woke up already, sleepyhead," Was the teasing Niklaus woke up to. Where was he?
"Oh fuck," He cursed as soon as he recalled what had happened. They were in the kidnappers' den.
"How long have I been out?" He asked, groaning as she cracked his stiff neck. The ground wasn't as soft as his bed.
"I don't exactly know since our phones were confiscated. But if I were to guess, I'll say three hours," Reina pouted, "And don't be so sad, you needed the sleep anyway," she chuckled.
Niklaus readjusted himself on the floor, only to realize his hands were tied behind him and so were his wife's too.
"I never knew this kidnapping was R-rated," he tested the bind. They were in some kind of abandoned factory which doesn't look like anyone would stumble in mistakenly anytime soon aka a perfect place to commit a crime. It was perfectly lit, hinting that their abductors were probably around.
