Chapter 16 - Danger Hindsight
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Hana's Point of View
It's cold.
And it's freezing me to death.
I wrinkled my cold bare feet to ease the numbness from the cold air, but I know it's useless.
It's like I have been out in the cold for so long.
With my body staying in one position only now my joints sore when I curled to stop my stomach from aching, but the feeling worsen followed by nauseousness.
My mind is entirely awake, but my body refuse to be awaken.
I felt my limp body moved when the place I am laying on suddenly vibrated and budged.
I shot my eyes opened when the unfamiliarity came into my consciousness.
Where am I?
Only the words remained in my thoughts, when I felt my mouth was covered with duct tape and my wrists are binded with rope.
I muffled from the bondage covering my lips, suffocating from the agitation that I am feeling.
My swelling wrists makes my fingertips go numb, that my skin is being torn apart by these ropes entangling my hands and my feet.
It's pitch black.
And I could feel and hear the engine moving, by then I realized I am inside of a vehicle.
I cannot manage to sit up from the pain that I am feeling from my back, I remember the incident happened to me as my back gave me a hard time establishing my strength.
I remember , there was an explosion, it wasn't massive. It's an explosion that burst the door frame into pieces, that threw me on the floor unconscious.
I'm having a hard time digesting what I just remembered. That I couldn't believed I was being taking away by some men.
I managed to cry off my weakness even if I know I'm dehydrated.
"Gentlemen, the slut is awake."
My eyes widened when I heard an unfamiliar voice of a man spoke in the dark at the front seat, while I'm laying stoned from what I heard.
I am starting to feel cautious of whatever these men are up to, it can't be good.
They all snickered huskily, maniacally. That gave me the creeps.
I saw one of them glance at my thin clothing so I curled into a ball hiding my bare skin.
They had taken off my shorts, while I was asleep.
Maniacs.
I winced in disgust as I teared up, when I felt the man's stare send daggers on my delicate bare body.
Then I heard the man spoke in foreign language signalling the driver to pull into a stop.
My eyes roamed horrifyingly around the car, then my vision stopped on the car window, only then I realized we are outside of the city.
From the looks of it, it's like a deserted forest in the night.
No. . .
It's like my lungs squeezed inside of me, stopping me from breathing.
Their intentions are clear.
I whimpered as I watched them get off the car and opened the backseat to grab me out of the vehicle with them.
"C'mere."
One of them spoke huskily, I could smell the smoked cigar coming from his mouth.
My body weakened when the man made contact on my skin.
They took me out of the car grabbing me by my arms and letting me fall on the dirt.
Mud splashed on my knees to my clothes and skin. As I glared at them.
They chuckled, wearing formal suits yet their intentions were bulgar.
As I lay uncomfortably on the wet dirt, I watched them opened a bag of cameras and. . .
Sex toys.
Those stuff were very familiar to me, most clients inside the prostitute bar used those to abuse us.
To abuse me.
I shivered in fear, followed by the pounding of my chest in panic.
I gasped for air, as I lose the rhythm of my breathing. I tried to scream but I only made a muffling sound.
There's no point in screaming nor crying for help.
There's no one here,
It's a deserted forest by the empty road, dark and spacious.
It scares me.
I muffled in tears, my face is covered with dirt, but one of them manage to wiped it off as his huge palm coped my chin to meet his stern freakish face.
Marco help me . .
My thoughts are filled with pleading, begging God to take away my life from this misery.
It's like all the traumas are succumbing me once again. Swallowing me whole.
I heard them uzippering their pants and taking off their clothes as I watched them do that, they faced their cameras to my small frame, taking videos of my scandalous look.
"Look here, slut."
I'm no slut . . .
But no one will ever believe me.
One of them opened the car's headlight, lighting up my eyes as I winced in sudden illumination, my eyes blinding and hurting from the light.
"Hey, shhh. You'll feel better after this--"
"-fucking."
The man spatted on me, looking at me like a wild animal, a lunatic hungering for s*x.
I quivered, as they turned on their cameras, the man's started rubbing my thighs and moaning loudly, I saw them showed their private parts.
I grimaced in disgust, knowing how desperate they are to do this to me just because I came from a bar.
That I have no dignity to even live a decent life.
And I have to bear the weight for what they entitled me.
A prostitute.
I felt one of their hand removed the duct tape on my lips that my lips started to swell from the tearing.
"Suck it."
One of them placed his shaft on my lips, I diverted my eyes, shutting my lips tight as he force his tips inside my mouth.
"f*****g open your mouth!"
I shook my head trying my best to stay strong and persistent , not letting their will win over me.
I heard them cursed, and the man finally backed out.
I exhaled sharply for a second.
But then I felt a broad metal hit my head hard that I heard the breaking sound
Knocking me off the ground.
"Go to sleep, freak then we need you dead after this."
I rose my eyes, he spoked his words that echoes and drums from my hearing, but my vision started to blur, to see three men standing infront of me, m**********g looking at me pervertly.
I wept seeing these scenarios,
Knowing that after they abuse my body they'll just throw me off somewhere far away,
This is a set up, I know it's a set up.
Whoever did this to me is not a human.
A devil , a monster.
As I lose my consciousness, drifting into darkness again.
One of them leaned by my face, cursing me and shouting at me.
Telling me all the bad things I could be.
When they are the monsters themselves.
Not me.
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Marco Anderson's Point of View
The security guards locked the handcuffs on my wrists, grasping a handful of my hair and shoving my face on the desk.
Hitting my head hard on the wooden frame of the desk with a loud thud.
Fuckers.
"Take a good look, Monsieur."
I heard one of them snarled by my ear, but I ignored it and still I managed to flashed a scoffing face.
"Look at it!" The man crashed my face on the table humiliatingly like their position is higher than mine.
My eyes caught his name on his ID by his chest.
Alfredo.
My father's main security, probably the youngest.
Engrossing from his action my eyes tried to gaze upon the papers that I couldn't hardly read sideways.
I only caught the glimpse of the word, 'to be executed' under my name, that made me furrowed my eyebrows.
I'll get on the very verge of this once and for all.
I heard my phone vibrates to see it lighting up my face , a message showing on the screen.
It's from Jones.
"Sir the authorities are here," one of them spoke up in the dark, talking to Alfredo with his finger on his ear phone.
I hurriedly read the message, but then they grabbed me and stood me straight as I struggle to see the last word on the sentence.
As Alfredo grabbed me by my arms clenching my bones, taking me away from my desk.
There, the message sink in in my head.
"We'll take this,"
The blonde-haired security snatch my phone away and putted it inside of a zip locker.
Two bodyguards including Alfredo seized me like a serial killer, leading me out of my office.
As my whole frame illuminated by the lights on the hallway, employees watches me being dragged away like a pest.
This is how my father wants me to live.
To live like a pest waiting to be rotten on his very walls.
My feet are hardly walking as they dragged me forcefully.
Until I saw my father stood in the middle of the hallway watching me take away like a victim.
Lurking like a devil ready to send me down to hell.
When the securities saw my father's presence I felt their gripped loosened. So I took the chance to wrestle myself free.
When I did, I found a way for my heel to reach their faces kicking and knocking them off inattentive postures.
It's like in a blink of an eye I'm already searching their pockets for the keys to the chains binding my wrists.
I caught the glimpse of Alfredo running to my father while calling the backups security, when I stroke his men unconscious on the ground.
I smirked as my fingertips felt the keys on one of these men.
My father hired a bunch of moron, not knowing that I spent my years mastering martial arts.
My fingers did the work until I heard the clicking of the lock releasing my wrists from the metal chains.
As I kept on glancing on my father's path, now he's running away undercover of Alfredo.
I heard the sprinting sound of men running to my direction,
"Tch,"
Security backups,
I got on my feet as I hurriedly walk to where my father was standing all great and mighty now, running away when I caught a grasp of freedom.
My fingertips reached out for my gun.
Even angels has their wicked schemes.
Whatever happens to Hana my father will regret whatever he has done through.
Jones contacted me he told me that Hana was held captive by my father's personnel, taking her like a criminal as I am now.
"Stop him!" Alfredo rose his voice before I turn my heel, they already bent my arms restraining me from moving.
I struggled to break free but only to release a hurtful grunt. This time my strength is slowly faltering my mind is full of Hana being in danger.
-Of God knows where she is whether she's dead or alive!
"Bastards! Let go of me!" I screeched in pain and tolerance, lost from my morality I shouted in front of everyone like a predator.
People on hallway are running away, screaming and leaving with the emergency alarming all over the hallway.
"Let go of him."
The chess pieces has already met in the middle.
the specialized securities stood straight and bowed infront of my father's presence, not knowing that this devil is not worthy of any admiration for he should be the one in chains not me.
Not his son.
"Father."
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Jones Ronnin's Point of View
I parked my car a few blocks away where Hana and Marco lived in secrecy.
A simple yet astonishing and well built house came into my vision that made smirk.
"Who would have thought that Marco can provide these things to someone he's just using.."
I walked closer but black cars came rushing on the road way blocking the house as they parked in a straight line accordingly, so I hid behind the huge tree, luckily their attention is directive to Marco's rental house.
My fingers tapped swiftly on my phone when I dialed Hana's phone number it started ringing,
I was enlisted as one of the eligible member of CIA for 4 years, sent to Italy for commissioned agency. There, I learned about getting through the community's private information.
It's a crime, but it keeps Italia aware from any hidden threats.
One of the man nodded to eachother, when they got a call from their ear phone.
There, I alerted Hana with a text message.
Now is the time for you to leave, Hana.
I examined the men to see them implanting an explosive on the door frame, knowing that Marco's vehicle wasn't around.
He's away. Probably in his father's company.
Locked away like a f*****g princess.
I furrowed my eyebrows watching them wait for the right moment.
This is not getting good,
Please tell me this house has a back door exit.
My attention went to my phone shifting the contacts to Marco's number,
Then I heard a loud crash that startled me, my shoulders jolted when the incendiary exploded.
My eyes widened, when the door bursted into pieces, I narrowed my eyes and saw Hana laying down on the floor with a smoke of dust and broken parts of the door.
"Damn it," I exclaimed in a whisper from the sudden distress.
They carried her out like a victim, abducting her with ropes entangling both of her wrists as they tossed her inside the car with a bandage covering her mouth.
"Sir, it is done."
I heard one of them talked to the phone and saw a badge around his arm, my lips quivered from what I just saw.
I knew it.
I dialed on the phone and call Marco, as the phone rings all of them got into the car and zooms out of the place in accord, leaving the neighborhood aghast.
Marco's phone did not answer which made me agitated.
They both caught up in a trap.
Now I have to save one of them.
Someone worth saving for.
"Damn, Andersons."
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Marco Anderson's Point of View
Father paced towards me, as he looked at me straight in the eyes.
I glared back on him,
"Where. Is. She--" I snarled panting on the ground when they made me kneeled down on the floor.
Made me look like hailing a fraud.
He fixed his tie and sighed deeply.
Here comes my father, was running away cowardly in a second and now standing infront of me all high and mighty with him knowing that they pinned me down.
"You can't escape this, son."
He leaned by my face, with his light shaved beard almost touching my chin.
"No one can, no one can escape me-- not even you--"
"Not even your mother."
My lips curled upsettingly,
He's mocking me, but this time I won't let my anger take over me.
"Oh I will,"
I raised my tone, whole and potent as I spitted on my father's face, disgracing his fair sculpted feature.
He wiped of the saliva entrailing on his skin, then he slapped me rough on the side of my cheek.
"You insolent fool!" He spatted humiliated by what I just did, as he muttered foreign curses on his lips when he distant his self from me.
"She's on her last hours."
"You'll see."
My heart is bulging, caging a fire inside me, ready to set it in aflame.
Captivated with his arrogance I stared at him horrified, knowing his intentions are filthy.
"Take him away, Far. Away. Put him on overseas." His shadows hovers my frame as he walked away, leaving me again with nothing,
Puffing his tobacco as he turned his back on me.
Every step he took my heart take the same rhythm.
He's getting away.
No,
I won't let you, father!
"You've done this to my mother, and you're doing it again to me--you have no one to blame for the deeds that you have done by throwing me away along with the crime that you had committed, bastard!"
Father never glanced back at me,
Never.
He lets the police in, as my hope started to burnt out.
Hana needs me.
I need her too.
You left me no choice father.
My fingers finally reached the cold metallic handle of my gun inside of my coat, as I swiftly loaded it.
Everyone was looking at me.
It's like everything went dark and the only light was illuminating the gun on my hands that people never thought I would have.
And eventually would do with it.
Everyone yelled and ran.
Screaming employees, calling out for help, echoed in the whole area.
As I aimed the gun straight to his heart.
I whispered a prayer as I'm about to taint my soul a sin.
To glory.
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