Chance

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• My Dear Kidnapper   Threats

  My breathing was still normal, but soon I would be panting and no longer able to. But there were the first trees in front. Hopefully it would be relatively easy to shake off my possible pursuers in the forest.I looked around. And fact. They had already noticed that I was running away. Sascha ran after me. The others stayed with the car. But I still had a good lead over Sascha. But he was catching up. He was damn fast. I had already seen that he was athletic, but I hadn't thought that he was so fast.But I couldn't think about it any longer. I had to look ahead and focus on my escape. My feet flew over the ground and by then I had already reached the edge of the forest. There was already the first tree that I had to avoid. First I ran a little further into the mixed forest.Branches and twigs hit my face. Branches of conifers and deciduous trees.They hurt. I tried to fend off as many as possible with my arms. The result was that my jacket, my beautiful d

• My Dear Kidnapper   Forest

  Suddenly the scales only bumped to itself. I wondered what was going on. We got pretty shaken. But luckily we didn't drive more than five minutes on this probably somewhat old route. Then the car stopped.My companion got up and opened the door. Then he came back to me and, oho, unlocked my handcuffs. On both sides. I looked at him a little puzzled, but I didn't want to complain.Sascha held out a hand to me. I took it without really thinking about it. She was strong and again pleasantly warm.He pulled me up and to the door. He had the handcuffs in the other hand. Would he let me go No, I couldn't imagine that. He wouldn't do that and his father wouldn't let it. But maybe I was allowed to run around outside and then I could try to run away. Escape appeared to be a good plan. Even if I didn't know where, in which direction and whether it would work at all. If only with a lot of luck, but who knows, maybe I was so lucky today. But I wouldn't give up without a fig

• My Dear Kidnapper   See him again

  About all the things that would await me tonight I listened to him and secretly compared it to my home. It seemed our house was more modern, but Sascha's sounded much bigger and apparently they had more servants than we did.But there was one thing they didn't have that was at my home. My brother. Marc wouldn't study there with me or bake or do anything else. He was not there.When would I see him again? Would I ever see him again someday? I didn't know and it didn't help me think about it any further. I only paid attention to Sascha's voice. It was lulling, always the same tone, a monotonous noise, wonderfully pleasant. When he finally broke off and asked: "Are you going to be quiet now, or do I have to tape your mouth and tie your legs too?" I was a little startled. I looked at him.He had taken the handkerchief down and looked at me expectantly. When I was silent for a while he raised an eyebrow questioningly and to emphasize his question he reached behind hi

• My Dear Kidnapper   Offer

  I spat at him. Should he go where the pepper grows? Sascha shook me, shook my head. Couldn't he just leave me alone, take me home again? I got rid of him, actually he let go of me, and crawled right up to the wall of the car. I stayed there with my legs drawn up. I wiped my tears on my arms.My tormentor sat down next to me with a sigh.He ran a hand over his face. “It's your own fault. I don't like to be hit. ", Sascha said."And I don't like to let you kiss me!" I replied coolly. “What are you going to do with me? Is it about ransom? ”Sascha rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "Megan, how often? I will not tell you. Finally stop asking. ”“ But it's your own fault. ”“ Why? ”“ You didn't have to kidnap me. You got that into yourself. I didn't ask for it. ”“ You're right, but let's try to make the best of it. ”“ Of

• My Dear Kidnapper   Calm down

  I held the container in my handcuffed hand and ate with my free hand.Sascha did the same.He had worn his watch on his left hand, so he was right-handed, just like me. And now he had to eat with his left hand, that's what I called bad luck. But I felt very little pity for him.Now the food wasn't the best I've ever had, but it was okay. Taylor also stayed with us and ate. It should be fine with me.When we were all finished, Taylor picked up the trash. He opened the door again and got out, leaving the car door open. A cool breeze blew into the limo. Before that I hadn't really noticed how stuffy it was in here. I looked carefully at Sascha. He returned my gaze without anyone being able to interpret his gaze.“Can we sit on the other side? Closer to the door? ”I asked him. It seemed like he was thinking about it for a moment, but then he shook his head.Disappointed, I turned away from him and let myself fall deeper into the upho

• My Dear Kidnapper   Hungry

  However, I did not get up and looked for something to eat, but sat and waited for Sascha to wake up.Time passed. It was now almost 4 a.m.Based on Sasha sleeping next to me, I assumed that it was night. Did my brother sleep too? And my father? Did you worry? Certainly, but they also called the police, because although nobody had harmed me until now, I wanted to go home.I tried to imagine how Marc had reacted when he realized I wasn't home. Did he assume something was wrong or did he think I had been away with a friend? No, I was quite sure that he realized very, very quickly that something was wrong. He had a sixth sense in this.He wasn't actually my real brother either, but that made no difference to us. When mom left, a new wife soon came along. With her little son. They moved in with us. She took wonderful care of her son, she didn't care much for me, but her little one liked me. He often played with me, even though he was actually too big for that.