Chapter 41: Kidnap

I froze.

I felt my heart leap to my throat and fear creep up to my chest. My heartbeats got faster with each second and breaths short and quick. I could feel the thumping on my temples increase and anxiety build up in me as he pushed the metal further into my back.

"You scream, I kill you. Run, I kill you. Act funny and guess what? I kill you" His voice was so deep and hoarse, it made hearing look like a big deal.

He let out a deep chuckle, the metal pushing against my spine as he laughed.

I flinched with every slight movement, fearing he was gonna pull the trigger accidentally.

"W_what do you w_want?"

"You'll know sweetie, just get in the car"

A lot of thoughts came running through my head.

Am I gonna get raped? Kidnapped? Murdered? Tortured? Killed?

Whichever one it was, I couldn't imagine going through such an experience and with an unknown terrible voiced man pushing a gun against me, I felt I was gonna go through at least one of them.

I could've hoped to see Dylan walk out of the building but if he did, I could lose my life or spine, depending on how long it took to get to the hospital.

Either ways, I wouldn't be the same anymore.

I couldn't hope for anything besides waking up and figuring out it was all a dream.

"I don't have all the time, you know?"

"P_please"

"You don't wanna see me lose my temper sweetie, get in the car"

I extended my shivering hand to the handle and pulled it open before slipping into the car and finally seeing who my kidnapper was.

And no, he wasn't hot like the ones you read in books. What the hell are you thinking?

He had tattoos covering literally every part of his body including his bald head and piercings like every month he had spent in life was dedicated to each one.

He had grey eyes but not the kind to make you swoon, just dull and red. Dark circles surrounded his eyes, making him look extremely stressed. 

He got into the driver's seat next to me and slammed the door shut.

"Your phone?"

"Can you at lea_"

"Hand over the phone please" He said in a bored tone and extended tattooed hand.

I unzipped my bag and shuffled through for my phone which I recently got if I might add. I held it tight in my hand and pulled it out before placing it on his opened palm.

He shoved it into his pocket and pulled out a familiar bunch of keys.

How did he get the keys from Dylan?

"Whatever you do, don't scream, okay?" He paused "Please"

I gulped and nodded in reply, knowing he could kill me if I even tried to scream.

I was only surprised he wasn't as cold as I imagined every kidnapper to be or at least, every man that illegally owned a gun.

He wasn't yelling out commands or threatening I'd die with every mistake. Instead, he looked really tired and kinda stressed.

With the little hope Dylan would walk out of the exit, the engine was brought to life. It took only a few seconds before my kidnapper took a turn and we drove out of the parking lot.

We hit the road after I had lost every hope I could be saved.

That's it guys, I was being kidnapped.

Come on, I'd only spent a few weeks living the normal teenage life I always wanted to and the next thing, I was being taken to a place I had no idea about.

I feared my body was going to be found in the woods like they did in movies.

"Are you gonna cry?"

I turned to the kidnapper who had just asked the most bizarre and unexpected question.

I mean, who the hell doesn't freak out during a kidnap?

"Does it matter?"

He let out and replied "Sadly no"

"Please let me go, I'll do anything_"

I was cut off when he suddenly stopped the car. The effect of the abrupt change pushed me forward towards the glass. I braced myself for the impact of the slam but before it could happen, my kidnapper held onto my shoulders and pulled me back to the seat.

I took in a harsh breath once my back hit the seat. In a split second, my heart was beating so fast, if felt like it was gonna tear out of my chest. 

"Did that hurt you?"

I turned to see him staring at me with a look I could only describe to be worry on his face.

I mean, what the hell is wrong with this dude?

If you care so much, let me go.

"I'm so sorry but I'm gonna have to inject you now"

🦋. 🦋. 🦋. 🦋

"Hey"

I'm awake.

At first, everything felt so numb and weightless with every sound feeling like it came from a distance. I couldn't feel any part of my body besides my heavy eyelids and constant slow and steady breaths fanning my arm.

After a few seconds, my vision slowly became clear and steady.

Then the memories came rushing back.

I was kidnapped.

"Hey"

I blinked a few times before noticing I was on a cold metallic chair. Large iron chains were tight around my wrists, holding my hands down to the chair and properly secured with a large lock that dangled off my wrists.

My legs were not any different, my ankles were held down to the chair with similar chains and locks.

I could feel the rough surface of the chair bruise my arms and legs slowly.

Yes, I did try to pull out my hand but my efforts were useless and my legs were just as unfruitful as my hands.

My eyes scanned the whole place and the only thing I could think of was how haunted it looked with creepy old paint peeling off the walls and stained tiles beneath my feet.

Wait, did I get kidnapped by a ghost?

"Hey, look at me"

After hearing the voice for the third time, I looked up to see who it was and almost burst out laughing immediately.

"Cassandra?" Saying her name only made me laugh more. I should've known it was a dumb joke "What the hell is this? Come on, get me out of here. I thought it was a real kidnap, you know?"

"It is a real kidnap"

"Funny, you got me there"

"I'm not being fun_"

"Where are the rest of your clique? Hiding somewhere with the cheese and stuff? Come on already, spill it on me and let's get this over with"

"I'm not spilling things on you, idiot. This is a real kidna and I am holding you captive"

"What's that? Practice for a school play? Come on Cassandra, I don't have all day"

Her next move took air out of my lungs.

She shoved her hand into her pocket and pulled out an object I thought I'd only see so much in movies. A gun.

I couldn't comprehend the whole situation till I blinked a couple of times.

Cassandra had a gun and it right in front of me, just a few inches away.

"Calm down Cassandra, whatever it is, we're gonna solv_"

"You're a thief" She whispered before tears began to roll down her cheeks "I knew Dylan long before you did, I've spent years trying so much to be perfect, just to impress him. I tried so hard to make him love me just as much as I did to him. You have no idea Diana"

"I understand_"

"No, you don't understand cause all you did is take him away from me. You don't understand how it feels to do so much and get rejected in return. You made me feel this way" She sobbed "And now, I'm gonna make you feel so bad, you wouldn't feel a thing at the end"







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