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He laughed, releasing his hold on my breast. “It’s not about money. Not anymore.”
I peeked up at him. “What do you want?”
“Me? I don’t want a thing. I’m here to make sure you get from point A to point B in one piece. That’s about it. Whatever happens, once we get there is entirely up to you.”
He slapped a handcuff on my wrist and dragged me to the bed, throwing me on the mattress as he latched the other cuff around the metal bedpost. I pulled at the cuff, even though I knew there was no way out of this room. The man stood over me and watched with his hands folded over his chest.
Irritated by the look in his eyes, I used whatever strength I had left to lift my leg and kick him in the balls. He groaned and staggered back from the bed, holding onto his junk.
“You will pay for that, bitch,” he choked out through gritted teeth. My captor’s face writhed in pain. He leaned against the wall and stared at me with hatred in his mocha colored eyes.
I gave myself a mental pat on the back for getting a shot in on him until I considered his comment.
People wanted to buy me.
He wanted to hurt me.
Where the fuck was he taking me?
I could only hope that my white knight would show up in time to save me.
“Get some sleep,” he said. “No one will pay top dollar for a whore with bags under her eyes.”
His words sliced deep in my chest, cutting me like a machete.
“You could at least feed me.”
He ignored my comment, turning his back to me.
Deflated but not yet defeated, I slumped to the mattress. At least that was the case until he flipped the light switch on the wall, leaving me in complete darkness. No matter how much I screamed or begged for mercy that was the last I saw of him for a while.
What I’d assumed was another day had passed in that room. In all honesty, I wasn’t sure how long I’d been there. My curls were developing a thick crust from the gel I’d applied to them the night of my engagement dinner. I smelled of vomit from when I woke up from one of my many naps and puked on my shirt. The drugs they’d used to sedate me had made me sick to my stomach. Without food, my insides were ripping themselves apart, my body attacking itself to survive.
My eyes had grown accustomed
to the darkness. There wasn’t much for me to see other than the plastic chair and the toilet in the corner. But the red light was there. It was always there, taunting me. The tiny dot was a constant reminder I was being watched. I wanted revenge so bad I could taste it. With my arm attached to the bed, my chance of getting that revenge was lessening by the day.
Startled by a rumbling at the door, I sat up in bed, the loud noises sending my body into overdrive. Something heavy thumped, hitting the floor, followed by another. I blinked a few times to refocus my gaze. It was too dark to make out anything other than two shapes attached to dark clothing.
Bending my knees into my stomach, I prayed it was all a dream. Paralyzed by fear, my heart pounded in my ears, each beat digging a knife further into my chest. Two men whispered to each other, their voices too low to make out any of the words. I strained to see and couldn’t view their faces. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. As much as I wanted to run, I was helpless. They closed the distance within a matter of seconds.
Once they were on top of me, grabbing at my body, I got a better look. Both men had slicked back hair, one of them overweight with a deep smoker’s cough, the other skinny, and wearing an oversized leather jacket.
The thin one grabbed my ankles. The two of them working in harmony as the chunky man clamped my hands together, each of them holding me in place with cable ties.
I knew there was no point in resisting. There was nothing I could do to stop them from taking me. A blindfold slid over my eyes, followed by one that wrapped around my mouth, tied at the back of my head.
The scent of cheap, musky cologne burned my nostrils.
They lifted me up from the bed, and before I knew it, we were moving out of the room. Through the blindfold, I couldn’t see a thing. I listened carefully for any sound out of the ordinary, attempted to memorize every noise and commit it to memory.
A crisp breeze smacked me in the face as a door opened and shut behind us. With my face pressed into this man’s neck, a streak of sweat and cologne slid across my cheek. A familiar scent hit my nostrils—the smell of salt water. This time, there were no crashing waves in the distance.
I yelled in hopes the pressure would help to push the fabric from my mouth. No such luck. My lungs burned, producing a severe aching in my chest. The acrid taste from the handkerchief created the taste of vomit in the back of my throat. I wiggled my legs which were draped over one of their shoulders hoping to catch them off guard. But the man clamped down tighter, digging his fingers into my thigh. The cables were secure around my ankles and wrists, and they dug into my skin, not even allowing the slightest movement.
By the time we stopped, I heard a door open. The man heaved my body over his shoulder, my face smacking hard against a leather bench. Reaching out in front of me, I gripped onto what felt like a seat belt buckle, the metal cold in my hand. Someone slid in next to me and pushed me to the other side of the car, closing the door behind him.
Anger, fear, and grief hit me all at once. I had done this to myself. These men were not here by coincidence. My connection to the Morellis would be the death of me.
