Hey guys! So I'm writing this story for fashionablyobsessed's Crime Contest, because I totally agree, there aren't many crime stories on the HOA archive. Also, I've never written a Jamber story before, even though Amfie is life. I'm going to shut up now so that you can read. Enjoy!

I don't own House of Anubis.

Amber's Point of View

I opened my eyes, glad that the morning sun didn't blind me. I got out of bed and looked around my bedroom: my-one-of-a-kind antique carved silver mirror, my bed that's made with wood from a rare Chinese tree, my designer bedsheets, my enormous walk-in closet, and lastly, the million-dollar jewels. Yes, that's right. I'm rich. Filthy rich. I changed my clothes, from my black-and-white camisole and shorts pajama set to an Alexander McQueen mocha-colored tank with a black lace bodice, a black LAVIN pleated skirt, black Versace strappy heels, and a black Dolce & Gabbana bag that was worth thousands of dollars each. I topped it off with an Ana De Costa white diamond pendant necklace and Tiffany diamond stud earrings. It looked perfect.

I went to my French kitchen where my butler, James had left me a homemade, freshly-baked chocolate croissant along with a note to say he had gone to the market to pick up some food. I picked up the croissant and bit into it. Suddenly, the lights turned off. The curtains were shut, so it was completely pitch black. I felt arms around my waist. Cold arms, I could tell it was not a loving embrace. I screamed. A hand was placed over my mouth, and then it was replaced with a strip of duct tape to shut me up. Then I was knocked out, cold.

-Line Break-

I woke up, with my hands, feet and arms tied together and back, as well as duct tape on my mouth. My bag was gone. I was on the floor, I realized. I was in a room with a minifridge, an arm chair where my bag was sitting, and a TV. That was it, and the room was tiny. The only other things that was in there was a mahogany door and a closed window. All of a sudden, the door opened, to reveal 4 men dressed in all black, with masks that covered their faces. There was a tall one, a short one, a fat one, and a medium-sized one.

"Aaaah, Miss Millington, you're awake." The tall man mused.

"Mmmmph!" I yelled, the duct tape covering my mouth. The short man removed the duct tape.

"What do you want from me?" I screamed.

"We want money. You're rich, what do you think we wanted?" The fat man said.

"Well…" I trailed off.

"You really are one of them dumb blondes, aren't you?" The short man laughed. (A/N: I'm sorry if I offended anyone with the dumb blonde thing. I think a lot of blondes are incredibly smart, I just thought these guys would be the type to stereotype, which is wrong, so please don't send me a hate review.)

I growled and tried to move up to attack them, but since I was all tied up, I fell down. The men laughed.

"It's no use, Miss Millington, you will be tied up until we get our money." The medium man chuckled.

"Well, it's not in my purse, and I'm telling the truth, because I have never lied."

"Do you think we would have searched your purse? That is the main reason why you are tied up right now."

"Well, I'm not giving you ANY money."
"Then stay tied up." The men left into the hall, but not before placing another strip of duct tape into my mouth.

-Line Break-

After the men had left, I had noticed that they hadn't put the duct tape on my mouth on properly, there was a bit hanging out. I pushed it off with my wrists, and it came off. I then chewed the tape on my hands off. I scooted to the window. Locked. Then to the door. Locked. Then I had an idea. I scooted to my bag and took out my cell phone. I could only sent one text, so I picked it up and sent it to the first person in my address book.

Jerome Clarke.

Message To: Jerome Clarke

From: Amber Millington

HELP ME!

To Be Continued…

Hope you guys liked that, Jerome will appear in the next chapter. Please review, it took a lot of planning. Oh, and Amber's outfit is on my profile. Well, bye! REVIEW! (: