18. Locked in

Playlist for this chapter;

Fading - Rihanna,

The Parting Glass - Ed Sheeran.

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One too many times, I thought life was all about putting on expensive clothings, fitting shoes, and having servants at my beck and call, but getting kidnapped made me realize it wasn't. Life is all about living, be you poor, ugly or sick.

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MY EYES LAZILY FLUTTERS open, glad to be awake from the stupid sick dream were I got kidnapped and when the moist blurriness wane, they were welcom with thick darkness and my ears kicks in extreme quietness.

I'm having a migraine, my shoulders feels excruciating distress, my body aches all over plus my back feels numb towards the bed which is suprisingly cold and hard like a wall.

My body suddenly engulfs in heat cause it feels like there is no ventilation in my room. Strange.

Confused, I attempt to put the bedside lamp on but my hand grabs a fistful of emptiness.

And when I intend to get down from the bed to put on my comfy flip-flops, I'm paralyzed. My legs are automatically glued together. No, It fees like they are tied together.

There is something absolutely weird with the way my brain communicates with my body because my brain tells me I'm just having illusions of everything happening around me, while my body is telling me otherwise.

I try to reach over for my phone which always slept at the side of my pillow but my hands grops something that feels like a hard floor. Suprisingly it feels like I have my body on it too.

Memories which I thought was a dream comes flashing through my head.

The gunshots.

The screams.

The mask guy kicking the security guard on the ribs.

The singing mask guy shoving cakes into a bag.

The other mask guys who caught me at my hiding spot, pointed a gun at me and pulled me out.

I was being carried out, taped on the mouth and shoved into a car.

And when the car started moving, I started struggling and kicking they had no option but to drug me that I lost consciouness.

OMFG!

Because, I, Katherine Amelia Jones truly got kidnapped!

I let out a loud shriek like a banshee

Heavy footsteps descending from something that sounds like stairs from above automatically clamps my mouth shut.

You gotta act all tough Katherine, keep it cool like you're not afraid of them.

I muttere assurances to myself because I'm scared shitless.

And then, there is a clicking sound of the key which reads that the door is being unlocked.

"Don't y'all have anything important to keep your lousy poor asses busy with rather than holding an innocent juvenile against her will, you sick fucking fucketty fuckers!" I yell at the sound of the door being jerked open and I hear masculine chuckles and snickers.

The flashlight is put to live and I glare at the five guys why the stare right back. They are dressed in a way that duplicates military personnels. The room is really tiny with just one window, broken furnitures, a small container which I greatly suspect is for peeing and the smell like books that haven't been dusted for ages.

All of them slowly walks into the room, titling necks and cracking fists like they are going for some WWE championship.

I scratch my nose till I let out a brain storming sneeze that shakes my shoulders and splatters thick fat mucous of the throat out from my nose and lands on the guy closest to me.

He scrunches his face up in disgust at me and wipes it away.

Two guys look like they are in their mid thirties, while the rest three should be in their early, mid and late twenties.

I recognize the beefy guy whose blonde hair needs trimming, as the guy who was kicking the security guard on his ribs because he was smacking gum loudly in his mouth, with his arms folded which causes his thick muscles to stand out over the sweatshirt that he is putting with his back pressed against the wall.

"You know most girls would be freaking out right now, screaming, crying, demanding who we are and why we kidnapped them. But you, you aren't even afraid of us." The smacking-gum- loudly-in-the-mouth-beast exclaims and I snort.

"Yeah? I thought it was a game of robbers looking really amusing dressing up like millitary personnels just to go kidnap a sixteen years old juvenile. You guys don't even scare me. I mean who goes to kidnap and starts eating cakes and shoving them into a bag, singing a three year old song?" I require with my eyes closed to hide the dismay that clouds them because my legs betrays me by vibrating the shit out of me. And when I flick one eye open, discern that it's the brown hair guy, because he's looking really uncomfortable. "What are you guys, overgrown dumb toddlers?"

The rest of the guys scoffs while another guy whom I immediately recognize as the asshole who had pulled me out of my hiding spot because of his Grey eyes, says.

"Sharp tongue. I bet that feisty mouth of yours would stop rambling and spluttering nonsense without food and water for days."

Then it hit me hard that I'm going to stay here for days, and possibly starve.

"So you plan on starving me then? What do you fucking fuck even what from me? You want to sell me as a sex slave to some gang lord or cut me into mincemeat and have my body parts sold to the Arabs at Black Market to possibly use for some witch craft concussion. Or-"

And for the second time being in the midst of this guys because I don't know what day it is or if it's still the day I got kidnapped, another rag is shoved into my mouth to interrupt me from talking.

"This is less cleaner." The smacking-gum-loudly-in-the-mouth beasts says. He's the one who shoved the rag into my mouth.

A guy with brown hair in a big long mop that steps closer to me with a gun on his right hand and knife on his left, cuts the ropes off my leg.

Groaning and staggering backward when I kick him in the balls, he curses, cupping his balls and gently stroking, also checking to see if I had burst his balls and he'd end up getting castrated.

"Never hit a guy holding a gun." The Grey Eyed Asshole points out the obvious and pulls me hard by my hair that my screams sounds muffled through the rag on my mouth.

I glower at him with teary eyes, having it at the back of my mind that if I come out of here alive, he would rot in the gallows.

But for now, good thing he is the boss, in control, has the weapons and the men. Or else, I'd have punched his teeth off.

"I'm going to take the rag off your mouth and if you scream, know that another rag, a less cleaner one is going into your mouth this time." The Grey Eyed Asshole instructs and pulls a chair that I don't notice until now and sits infront of me with his hands propped under his tiny chin.

While the guy who I had sneezed on earlier takes the rag off my mouth.

"No one would hear me if I scream anyway." I say through a cough, staring around me with a frown. "This is perhaps some creepy basement of an abandoned house where you hide yourselves and your captives from the world."

"Glad you're in for cooperation." The grey eyed asshole lips that are in a pout stretches forth into a sick smirk, making him bear a canny resemblance to the mischievous doll, Chucky. I bite back a snicker. "As long as you're here, you're going to live by all these rules.

Rule Number One; You only speak when you're being asked a question.

Rule Number Two; I talk once, you talk twice, you'd get punched.

Rule Number Three; Do not disrespect me or any of my men.

Rule Number Four; Always do what you're being instructed to do.

Rule Number Five; No cursing.

And lastly Rule Number Six; Do not try to escape no matter how difficult it may seem, cause if I by any means learn you're plotting such, you're going to earn a bullet on your leg."

He concludes, attempting to look and sound dangerous like a boss, but I suprisingly scoff.

"And if I don't follow all these rules?" I inquire swallowing the bile that rises up in my throat from hearing all his rules.

My heart makes a leap so high that I nearly faint.

But I mask it all up with my chin holding up defiantly in the air as I stare at him down my nose and he looks away from me, curses deep in Italian.

"Fuck!" He buries his red frustrated face into his rough callouse fingers.

"She's got no ounce of fear running in her veins."

"I suggest we hit her till she coughs up blood."

"See, she's broken rule Number one and two."

All the guys are talking at once.

"Feisty." The Grey Eyed Asshole tisks and signals the guy who has a toothpick on his mouth to step forward.

And before my brain can register what the hell is going on, I'm being punched in the face. A punch that stirs up stars for some time, adds weight to my migraine and renders me temporarily mute.

When they think I have fully loose consciouness, the toothpick on the mouth guy high fives the brown hair guy and I suprised them by clearing my throat with my vision doubling.

"I'm going to live by your rules if you tell me why you kidnapped me."

And The Grey Eyed Asshole studies me for some time, looking almost handsome if it isn't for the huge scar that covers half of his face.

"You're being kidnapped and would be released after your Pa' who's loaded pay the ransom of fifty million dollars."

And that is when it hits me hard that Dad must've returned home by now.

A sick feeling envelopes me as I let my thoughts wander to the McKenzie siblings. Especially Max.

They must've learnt about my kidnap.

I badly want to see the reaction of Max when he'd be told.

I miss the jerk.

"And if your Pa' draw any attention of the cops, I'm going to kill you." He threatens and points the cold mental against my forehead and I just stare at in him the eye, knowing I'd be gone for good if he pulls the trigger, or what will happen if he pulls the trigger.

Maybe Karma is paying me back for all the terrible things I did to Max and his siblings.

My captor and his men left, taking the flashlight with them and leaving me behind with nothing but the darkness.

Tears blurs my already dark vision because I want nothing but to go home to Dad, my life and my friends.

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I was asleep when the clicking sound of the key awoke me and I hear the sound of footsteps approaching me in the darkness.

The faint light on a lamp is being pulled out and I sit upright and hug my knees to my chest. Wondering what the blonde guy is up to.

"Hey, are you okay? Do you need some food and water?" He asks, squarting infront of me and rubs my wrist slightly.

My stomach gives out a rambling sound which answers his question while I give him my best "You must be dumb to ask such questions" look.

He tosses me a scone that I gratefully accept and take a huge bite that crumbs of it out flows as I chew like the starved girl that I am. Everything seems like a huge joke because at home, there was always enough food to feed an army troop, that I was the one even skipping meals.

"You're really cute." He murmurs sniffing on the back of my left hand. "And smell nice too." He adds, leveling his flirtatious eyes up to meet mine.

"Let go off me." I take one last chew, uncomfortably gulp and try to pull my hand away from his, but his grip becomes firm.

"Calm down, little one."

"Leave!" I order, throwing my half eaten scone at his face while he only chuckles.

"You in for some fun with me?" He asks through a smirk and I take that opportunity to kick his face.

He suddenly spits out blood, with his nostrils flaring and a sharp inhale, he smacks me on my face. "You bitch, first I wanted to go nice with you, but now, I'm going to go all rough on you."

I crawl steps back, away from him with my elbows sustaining bruises as they support my back, panting like I ran a marathon because I know what he is in for.

"Don't come any closer or lay your ugly hands on me." I growl through gritted teeth and he punches me this time and starts ripping my clothes apart, pausing to hit and slap me as I out cry, begging him to stop.

He rips my shirt and singlet open, and out comes my very large busts hanging out of their sizes with only my nipples covered on the tiny bikini I have on.

"Don't be scared, I won't hurt you again. Only if you're going to be cooperative and submissive." He purrs into my ear then rubs his palms together, satisfied on what he sees and leaves wet sloppy kisses untop and at the sides of my busts. It's disgusting with the stench new found stench of his sweat and the old smell of cheap perfume overshadowing the smell of old unopened books that required dusting in the air.

A gag transports it's way up to my throat out of fear and panic arising, because I'm bound loosing my virginity to one of my kidnappers, today.

The fuck whatever the date is, it doesn't matter.

I start feeling dizzy, weak and lightheaded. My struggles and cry becomes effortless.

Suddenly the door bursts open and three guys rushes into the room, pulls the blonde guy away from me and starts kicking, hitting and rendering several punches on him.

One of the guy who I instantly recognize as the brown hair guy stops punching the guy, stands up from where he'd squarted, wipes the blonde guy's blood with a scarf that he pulls out from the back of his pants pocket.

He takes pity on me, pulls off his jacket and wraps it around my unendingly shuddering body that still hasn't recover from almost getting raped.

And then, blurriness clouds my eyes before darkness envelopes me.