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Frowning, she did as they asked, sliding the little plastic shade shut. Callie had seen emergency vehicles outside, their lights flashing. They were all far away from the airplane, closer to the terminal. Would anyone come to their rescue? Were they just waiting for the passengers to be killed? For the entire plane to explode?
Callie bit her lip, looking around. She couldn’t stand sitting here anymore. Her entire body was tense, aching to move. Her shoulders hurt from sitting so stiffly, and her stomach roiled. It was brutal being confined to their seats, held hostage to the whims of the crazed hijackers. Nothing had happened in hours, and she was growing as restless as everyone else.
“Oh my God, she fainted!” a woman suddenly shouted.
Callie glanced back as one of the hijackers stormed by. A woman was slumped over in her seat, extremely pale. “Tell her to wake up!” the hijacker yelled.
“She’s not sleeping. She fainted,” a man explained. The hijacker smacked him across the face, causing the others around them to gasp.
Callie felt her pulse pounding, noticing the woman was now turning nearly blue from lack of oxygen. “Please, just let her off the plane. She needs medical attention,” Callie said.
The man’s angry gaze swiveled to her, and he stormed in her direction. “You. You’re coming with me.”
“What? No,” Callie said, shrinking back. She couldn’t believe she’d just spoken, drawing attention to herself, but the woman needed help. She would die on the plane without anyone providing much-needed medical attention.
The hijacker held up the knife he was wielding. “Get the hell up and come with me to the cockpit. I’ll show you what to do with that mouth of yours.” She gasped, tears smarting her eyes, and he reached over and yanked her up from her seat. The passengers around her did nothing, and Callie was shaking as the man dragged her to the front, his grip bruising.
A fellow passenger finally stood up, telling the hijacker to leave her alone. Callie stared at him in shock, her heart pounding, when a hijacker from the front of the plane suddenly rushed forward. Shouts filled the air, and a single gunshot rang out as the man who’d intervened was shot dead in front of her.
Callie screamed along with the passengers at her side. The terrorist holding her yanked her over the dead body, yelling in Arabic, before shoving her into the cockpit. The door closed behind them, and she looked around frantically, noticing the pilot and co-pilot had both been restrained, gags covering their mouth. The other terrorist in the cockpit eyed her eagerly, and her kidnapper was already unzipping his pants. Callie sobbed as he tried to shove her to her knees, and as he wrenched her arm again, she screamed, feeling the bone break from the force of the movement. The other hijacker in the cockpit began yelling at him in Arabic.
“There is no time! He’s calling us. We must finish the mission! Leave her!”
She blinked back her tears, choking on her sobs, as the man shoved his dick back into his pants. He’d been about to force himself on her. Rape her. Callie whimpered, sinking to the ground, as her arm hung awkwardly at her side. She clutched it gingerly, the pain white hot and sharp. Beads of sweat broke out across her forehead, and she tried to breathe through the pain, to not pass out in front of these armed men.
One of the hijackers took a video call on his phone, holding it up for the other to watch. Callie could see the silhouette of a large man on the small screen, and then he was turning into the light. She gasped at the large burn mark on one side of his face. It looked like he’d been in a fire, the red mark angry and scarred. Shocking.
“Who is that?” he asked in anger, his dark eyes narrowing.
“No one. One of the hostages,” the hijacker said, turning the camera away from Callie.
“Fucking idiots. Why is she there? We’ve got an entire plane full of passengers. Leave the bitch alone.”
“She’s got a mouth on her,” one hijacker said. “I’m going to strip her bare and show her what to do with that mouth and body.”
“No,” Callie whimpered, cowering back.
“Enough! The airport is surrounded. You never should have flown back to Manila. I was ready for the next phase, and now all eyes are on the airport. I can’t get anywhere near here!” the man roared. “And now she can ID me. She saw me on your damn phone!”
“She’ll never get off this airplane,” one of the hijackers seethed.
The phone in the cockpit rang just then, and the hijacker let out a string of curses in Arabic. The man who’d dragged her to the cockpit answered the phone, yelling at what seemed to be the hostage negotiators. Callie let out a breath. Of course, the authorities would have been negotiating with the terrorists. The plane had been on the runway for hours. Officials would have made contact, trying to learn their demands. Everyone on board the airplane was tired, dirty, and hungry. Maybe the terrorists would agree to let the authorities provide some food and water for the passengers.
Glancing over, she realized they’d ended the video call. The man with the burned face had been pure evil, but she had enough to worry about at the moment. She looked around in a daze, her breathing shallow. Her eyes met those of one pilot, and he nodded at her reassuringly. There wasn’t anything he could do to help her, however. If the crazed terrorists wanted to rape or otherwise assault her, the pilots had no way to stop them. Her arm throbbed, and she tried to move it as little as possible. The hijackers seemed to be debating something amongst themselves. She was shocked when one of them got on the loudspeaker.
“Attention passengers, this is your captain,” one of the hijackers announced. “I’ve agreed to let the airport staff provide food and water as a gesture of my goodwill. We will be opening the door to the aircraft shortly. If anyone moves or attempts to escape during this delivery, you will be shot. If more than one person rises from their seat, I will detonate the bomb, killing everyone on board instantly.”
Callie stiffened. One of the men moved toward her again, and while he didn’t outright attack her, his hands roamed freely over her body as she broke out in a cold sweat. She cringed as she felt his hand between her legs, over her yoga pants.
“Leave her!”
He muttered something in Arabic, and then both men disappeared back into the cabin. Callie looked out the cockpit window, and she could see vehicles crossing toward them in the night. Were they really going to deliver food and supplies?
In the next moment, all hell was breaking loose. There was shouting and thumps from men fighting and then several shots fired in the dark. People began screaming, and a man yelled from the front of the aircraft. “Open the emergency exits!”
“Everybody out! Go! Go! Go!” an authoritative voice boomed from the back. Callie glanced at the pilots in a panic and then stood, her heart racing. She clutched her arm to her side, tears rolling down her cheeks as she swayed on her feet. The pain in her arm was brutal, piercing and agonizing. There were more voices yelling, and the passengers inside the cabin had begun to stand, pushing their way toward the emergency exits.
Several men dressed in camo, carrying weapons, appeared. “Drop everything and quickly evacuate!” one of the men shouted. “Hurry! Hustle along!”
