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But the man is strong and won’t let me go.
“Well, now we’re going to have some tribal justice,” he rasps while hauling me so hard that I stumble. “He got a hot girl as part of the process but you know what? We’re going to fuck that hot girl now. Yeah, we know what happened on that flight, Sydney. We know Ranger fucked you in the lavatory because you’re a nasty slut who gives it up to any man who asks. Well now, we want a piece of that twat, and you’re going to hand it over.”
Oh shit, bad things are happening. I scream and kick in an effort to get away, but it’s no use because soon enough, we’re outside the bar. The melee continues indoors, so I doubt anyone’s even noticed my absence. But Sam pulls me over to a white van loitering at the sidewalk, and throws me inside by my hair as I scream. My wail is cut off by the slamming of the van door, and then the men make their way to the front.
Meanwhile, I scream as I collapse on the hard floor with a thud, and then immediately get up and try to search for a door handle in the darkness. But there’s no handle because it’s been removed so that passengers in the back can’t let themselves out. Even more, there’s a metal plate separating the back of the van from the driver’s seat, and I bang against it while screaming for help.
“Shut up!” Sam yells from the driver’s seat, his voice muffled through the metal plate. “You get what you deserve.” Then, the van pulls away from the sidewalk with a screech and I’m thrown off balance to land in a heap on the hard floor. What the hell is going on? In the midst of this crisis, I’ve been kidnapped by two lunatics who only want to inflict pain and savagery on my curvy form. But where is Ranger now?
8
RANGER
Oh shit, where’s Sydney? Where did they take her? As soon as I can stagger to my feet, I run out the bar door to scan the street, but it’s too late. A white van is screeching around the corner and I can’t make out the plates. Fuck fuck fuck.
Fortunately, I drove the Maserati here and within seconds, I’m in the car and chasing after the van. But where the fuck are they? My sports car weaves crazily between other vehicles as I swerve this way and that, trying desperately to find the van, but it’s disappeared into thin air. Fuck me! I have to catch up with them and get to Sydney before those two assholes can do anything to her because the fact is that I’m not exactly “friends” with Sam and Clement. They’re just pricks that I met on the job and we were friendly enough, but clearly, I misjudged them. Those fuckers better not touch a hair on Sydney’s head because if they do, I’llkillthem.
My thoughts race a mile a minute as I drive like a maniac, still swerving crazily. I’m trying not to panic, but this is a bad situation, and I can’t help but anticipate the worst. What the hell are those two lunatics going to do to her when they finally get to their destination? Of course, I saw how they eyed Sydney with looks of lust and envy when she walked into the bar, and their words ring in my head too.
“This fucker got to fuck a hot girl as part of the job,” Sam said when he first found out about the hijacking. “Why don’t we get the same treatment?” Now, the sentence replays over and over again in my head as I grip the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turn white. Goddamn, I know I should have listened to my instincts because those jealous assholes are like children. They’re not able to control themselves and now they’ve seized this opportunity to literally kidnap the girl of my dreams.
Even more, I know I haven’t exactly acted honorably. I shouldn’t have hijacked the plane because it isn’t part of the TSA’s training initiatives. I don’t know what overtook me, and why I acted so impulsively, but what happened, happened, and now I’ve been fired.
But Sydney is an angel, and she doesn’t deserve any of this. She has a right to be angry with me for lying to her. But still, kidnapping? This is going too far, and I can only imagine what she thinks of this trip now, given that the curvy woman’s experienced both sex with a hijacker, and a kidnap attempt.
Fuck me. This is so fucking fucked up, and I could kill Sam and Clement. Where the fuck are they?
I drive aimlessly for a while, looking in desperation out the window for any sign of the white van, but it’s hopeless. After about an hour, I pull up to a safe house on the outskirts of London maintained by the TSA. It’s exactly what it sounds like. The Department of Homeland Security maintains safe houses all over the world, where clandestine operations take place. It’s my best guess for where to find those assholes, although of course, there’s no white van in front of the abandoned building.
But what other options do I have? I exit the car and enter the safe house, which isn’t much more than an empty space with crumbling ceilings and a few sticks of furniture. It’s deserted, and I take off again, disheartened. Where the fuck could Sydney be? I’m going to assassinate the assholes who took her.
I visit two other safe houses on the outskirts of London, but come up empty handed once again. Hell, I’m not even supposed to know about these locations, but guys get to talking on the job and I’ve interacted with the DHS guys a number of times. After coming up empty at the third one, a horrific feeling of hopelessness starts to sink in, and my gut feels heavy. What the fuck do I do now? And where thefuckis Sydney?
I’ll never forgive myself if she gets hurt. She doesn’t deserve this, and my skin crawls at the thought of Sam and Clement stroking those creamy curves. Even more, this is all my fault. Every bad decision that I’ve ever made has led up to this moment, and now, Sydney’s in jeopardy. They could be taking her as we speak, the sweet girl bound with a gag in her mouth as those two assholes do her double. Steam begins to pour from my ears as the pit in my stomach opens like a chasm. Why didn’t I foresee this? Most air marshals are dudes just like Clement and Sam, with not a lot of education nor self-control. They’re hired for their brawn, not their brains, and genuinely believe they can solve the world’s problems through violence. Fuck!
Meanwhile, I’m a billionaire who was doing what? I was satisfying my childhood fantasy of participating in law enforcement, but look what’s happened now. I don’t fit in with these guys at all and it’s clear that they’re resentful of my wealth, connections, and power. Despite being outwardly friendly, I knew that none of my co-workers really liked me, and that I was a square peg in a round hole. Fuck that.
I bang my hands against the steering wheel. What do I do now? Sydney’s probably chained up as I cast about hopelessly for solutions. But then a thought comes to my head…
There’s another safe house within London proper itself. Unlike the other locations, this one is a dark site, which means that most of the other TSA agents don’t know about it because of alleged war crimes that take place on its premises. Only a select few are aware of the secret location, and I only know because I buddied up with a guy who was quitting DHS. That dude hated the department with a vengeance and decided to spill his guts to me, including confidential information that I had no business knowing.
But maybe Sam and Clement took Sydney there. After all, they’ve been with the TSA longer than I have, and I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that they’re in the know as well. A newfound determination seizes my frame as my fingers crush the steering wheel. The Maserati speeds off once again as I go in search of my lovely girl.
9
SYDNEY
Idon’t have any idea how long we drive, but it feels like forever. I struggle in the back of the van but it’s useless because there’s a hood over my head and a gag on my mouth. Even worse, I’m strapped into a seat that feels like a straitjacket, and my throat’s dry and achy. Helpless doesn’t even begin to describe the way I feel right now. It’s more like … is this real? Or is this a nightmare that just took a turn for the worse?
After all, a mere hour ago, I’d been giggling on a FaceTime call with my best friend. We’d been teasing each other about hot sex with gorgeous men, but now, it seems like I’ve gone down the rabbit hole. I’ve literally been kidnapped by my lover’s co-workers, and who knows what they want with me? Are Sam and Clement going to kill me? Will my name be all over the British news as the latest homicide victim?
How can this be happening anyways? My life has always had a touch of insanity to it, but the past few weeks have been off the charts. My flight to London was hijacked, and I ended up having sex with the hijacker to keep him calm. Then, said hijacker turns out to be my latest escort client, and I hook up with him for two weeks of incredible hedonism. But now, his co-workers have me bound and gagged, and who knows what’s going to happen next? Seriously, I need to make some life changes stat because I can’t keep going on like this. It’s like I’m living in a movie, instead of experiencing life as a normal human being. Fuck!
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the van comes to a screeching halt and I let out a muffled scream as I’m thrown back into the wall because of it. Then I hear the van door opening, and someone undoes the seatbelt before hauling me bodily out of the vehicle.
“Let me go!” I scream through the gag as I kick and thrash, but it’s all to no avail. The cloth in my mouth makes my words into an unintelligible, “Mmhphp!” and it seems the harder I fight, the rougher my captors get.
“Keep the bitch still! What, are you trying to let her get away?” Sam growls as rough fingers tighten painfully on my waist.
