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“It’s very easy to get lost in this club.”
“Indeed. We need to find some privacy.”
“What do you have in mind?”
Veronika whispers into my ear. “Let’s go back to my hotel room.”
Now, I start to get nervous. I need to get information from her. But under no circumstances do I want to leave the club.
I whisper in Veronika’s ear, “I can’t leave right now. Maybe later.”
The tall as**sassin looks at me. I don’t like the look on her face. She is no longer smiling. I start to pull myself away from her. She grabs me by the neck and whispers into my ear, “You will walk with me or I will snap your neck.”
Oh God! What did I get myself into? Veronika begins to slowly guide me to the back of the club. She pushes me through a strange door and leads me to a restricted “employees only” area.
“Hey, you girls can’t be back here,” a loud male voice yells a few feet behind us.
Veronika turns around and says, “Fuck off!”
“What did you say to me?!” the loud male voice booms.
I turn around and see that tall seven foot bouncer staring down Veronika.
The Odostan as**sassin throws me to the side. She walks up to the bouncer and drives her right hand right into the bounce’s thick neck, dropping him like a sack of potatos. The as**sassin drops to her knees and starts to choke out the bouncer. This is my only chance to make a break for it! I run off.
I run down the maze of hallways, looking for a place to hide. Dammit. I can’t find an exit around here. The restricted area of the club is a labyrinth of dimly lit hallways and tiny offices. I open a door and hide inside of a utility closet.
I grab my cellphone and send my emergency message to my boss, “XXX. HELP!!!” As I tap on the iPhone screen, I can hear Veronika’s footsteps right outside the closet. I look under the door and see the shadow of her feet. She is standing on the other side of this door. She knows I am in here.
What is she doing? Why isn’t she opening the door? After a few seconds of silence, I hear her talking. “Hello. Yes, I have her. She will be coming with me. Tell Sergy that we will rendezvous with him in the Caymans by zero five hundred hours.”
That’s it. Sergy is alive and in the Cayman Islands! I grab my phone and begin to type the message to Mr. Peak, “Sergy is..” Just as I begin to tap the letter “C,” the door swings open, Veronika grabs me by the neck and slams be onto the ground.
I feel the tall as**sassin get on top of me. I try to kick myself out from under her. She punches me on the top of my head. “Stop moving!” she growls. Veronika pulls my arms behind my back. She binds my wrists with a rope from inside the utility closet.
The woman pulls me up and sits me down against a wall. She stands over me and looks down. Then she picks up the phone and tells the person on the other end of the line, “Bring the truck around.”
My heart races. What can I do? As I try to wrestle free from my restraints, I inadvertently scrape those carbon fiber fingernails against the rope. These fingernails can cut the rope. Now, I know I can escape. I just need to cut through the rope without detection. I look up at Veronika, who is monitoring the area around her, as I begin to slowly cut the rope with those razor sharp fingernail claws.
Even if I can free myself, this woman is no one to mess with. She just dropped a seven-foot, four hundred pound bouncer without breaking a sweat. I nervously scrape and cut through the ropes as the as**sassin checks the hallway.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask softly.
“Shut up!” Veronika yells as she kicks me in the thigh.
“Does Sergy miss me?” I taunt.
Veronika grabs me by the neck and chokes me. “Don’t worry. You can ask him personally. And trust me. When you do see him, he will spend lots of time with you. He will mutilate you in the worst way possible.”
“I thought I was only supposed to be a hostage.”
“Trust me, darling. You will be used as a hostage. We will do horrible things to your face and send the photos to Mr. Peak. If he values your life, he will transfer the oil money back to Sergy. If Mr. Peak delays, we will get really creative with our torture techniques until he relents.”
I look at this woman and I know she is not kidding. She is from a part of the world where torture is part of everyday life.
“Mr. Peak will find you. He will find Sergy. You don’t know who you are dealing with,” I say as I try my best to hold back my tears.
The as**sassin laughs and leans right into me. “No. You don’t know what you are dealing with! Do you think we are scared of Mr. Peak? Once we get the money, I will cut your f**king throat. Then, I will fly back to the United States, climb through Mr. Peak’s bedroom window and rip out his f**king heart.”
