Flirting With Death.

Chapter 4

I was sitting there all alone, tied up, shivering from cold and thinking of how I could escape.

He then arrived with some clothes and threw them on one of the boxes beside me."Wear them." he ordered and took his laptop, "Please untie me." I whispered, still scared of that monster.

He put away the laptop and untied me, I was looking around, searching for a door or a window or just anything that could lead me out of that hell. "Don't even thing of it baby." he interrupted. How did he know what I was thinking? He might be a wizard too, I thought.

"Now wear them." he said again.

"Here?" I asked, how could I change infront of him, I haven't done that before.

"No, in my pocket, or would you enter my shoe?" He said, looking at me as if I was his worst nightmare.

I walked like a zombie and took the clothes on the box, his attention wasn't with me as he was busy typing again.

I turned my back at him and took off my wet clothes, I then wore the oversized purple sweater and black leggings he had got me. "There, open it." He gave me a brown bag, I opened it and it contained some of my clothes and shoes from home.

"How did they get here?" I asked, checking the bag excited.

"How did you get here?" he asked.

"Oh, they were kidnapped too." I smirked.

"What will you eat?" He asked, I raised my head and answered "I'm not hungry, I want to go home." tears began to roll down again.

He got up, frustrated, walked over to me and began yelling, "Do you think you're here on a holiday or something? Do you think I brought you here just to pamper you? You might be a baby, but I don't pamper babies, and I don't pamper girls, because you're all evil, even more than I am, and I hate you all, just stop crying! Stop crying! Stop it!"

The tears wouldn't stop flowing, "Just stop it!" he kicked the bucket on the floor and began to pant as if he had just finished a 100 meter race.

His eyes were burning with rage, he looked like a wild beast ready to eat it's prey.

I was really scared and I couldn't control myself, I burst into tears, sobbing like a baby, I put my hands on my mouth just to control the noise but to no avail.

The noise I was making made him more angry, he took out his gun and yelled "Shut the hell up girl!" he shot into the air as he yelled.

I quickly screamed and hugged him really tight with my eyes closed when I heard the gunshot. I could feel his heart beat really fast, so fast that I thought he was about to explode. I don't know what came over me to hug him, I guess it's because I was too scared.

He stood there still, breathing heavily for a while, my tears still flowing. He didn't throw his hands around me like a gentleman man would do, he rather pushed me away saying, " What the hell is wrong with you? Don't ever think of making such a mistake anymore. Clear?"

I nodded in agreement.

"Now sit." he ordered, pointing to the chair behind him. I walked slowly and sat down, fear enveloped my whole body as I was seated. He didn't care what I was going through for all he wanted was money.

"Don't even think of making any silly move, I'm going to get you some food baby, I'll be back in a jiffy.

He left me alone untied. That could have been the best moment to escape, but I wouldn't dare, I couldn't even move.

In less than 20 minutes, I was a little bit better , he then arrived with a plate. When he put it down on a box infront of me, I saw a fork and knife, a glass of water and Kebapche, my favourite dish consisting of grilled minced meat shaped into an enlongated cylindrical form with spices.

"Eat." he ordered and sat there looking at me. I ate with my hands and he kept staring at me, I ate like a hungry lion as it tasted just like the one the house helper makes at home, I loved it a lot.

"Won't you have a bite?" I said,with food in my mouth, trying to give him some of the meat. "Hey! It's all yours baby." he replied, pushing my hand away.

I consumed everything on the plate in less than 3 minutes. He kept staring at me as I lick my fingers as if I wasn't satisfied, but actually, I was.

He took out his cell phone and called one of his guys to come for the plate, he then turned it off, and suddenly he appeared beside me, ready to take the plate. I took the glass of water and drank it all.

He then carried everything away, leaving me satisfied like the wife of a thief.