ABDUCTED

Chapter 2

The next day was my doomsday. I wore my pants and a button-down shirt. I hung my student pass on my neck and placed my ID card inside my purse, and put it inside my bag.

I got my notebook, pen, and recorder all set to go. I tied my hair into a ponytail. Madeline did something similar to mine, and we were ready to go.

Wish you luck, Adriana

Thanks, I'm going to need it.

Riker's Island, here I come.

Metropolitan Correctional Center, here I come, Madeline chuckled.

Riker's Island was a very vast and cold place. Only the violent and most dangerous criminals were there.

I got into the lobby and demanded to see my father's friend.

" Oh, my dear." He smiled, coming over to hug me. I hugged him happily; he was like a second father to me.

"Good morning, Uncle Anderson."

Good morning, my dear; take a seat, he said.

So tell me, what brings you to my office this morning?

I see your student pass, which means you are on an assignment.

What do they want this time, were you asked to interview me, he said, chuckling.

I didn't know how to break the news to him.

They sent me here for an interview, but it's for one of the prisoners, I said.

That shouldn't be a problem, I'm not supposed to allow you, but you are my daughter, and I want you to get the high point.

So which of the sickos are you interested in this time.

Cillian Armani, I murmured, and I saw the immediate change in his countenance.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and he went pale.

What? " He asked, "shocked.

Uncle Anderson, please, you have to help me; remember you said you wanted me to have high points, I told, almost teary.

I take that back. Do you know what you are asking for? Mr Anderson asked.

Yes, uncle, I do, and I don't have a choice; he is the one I have to interview.

No, and that's final; I won't allow you to risk your life because of an assignment.

That means I won't graduate, I said, looking up.

What do you mean by that, he asked.

I'm serious; my diploma depends on this interview, please.

I felt my eyes water.

"Adriana, he is very dangerous."

I know, I cut in, "Your guards will go with me, and they will also follow me to the questioning room.

He stared at me in silence for a long time.

" Fine. Tom! Alex! In here, please!", He called two armed guards who stepped in.

" Get Cillian; she wants to interview him," he said.

The guards went pale

"B- but, sir-"

" No questions, get the chains," he said.

They nodded and turned to leave.

" Wait, let me go with you" I want to see what his cell looks like so I can add a description of it to my article, I said.

" I wish you luck, and I hope you know what you are doing," he said.

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As we walked down the hallway to the cell, I saw scary-looking men; some were whistling at me from their cell.

"Looking for me, honey?" one teased, and the others laughed in horrible deep voices.

Most of them were scary and not the least attractive. A majority of them were bald with exaggerated muscles, tattoos, and piercings all over their body.

I began to imagine how scary and ugly Cillian would look.

We walked until I noticed an iron door with a little peephole at the end of the corridor. The guards reached the door and stopped.

"Is this the cell?" I asked, and the guards nodded.

My heart immediately skipped a beat. Oh my goodness, Cillian was so dangerous that he was locked in a dark, four-walled iron room.

One of the guards opened the locket of the peephole and stared into the cell.

Uh, "We are opening the cell now, so comport yourself," he said.

Four guards accompanied me, three were fully armed, and the last one had heavy chains in his hands.

They unlocked the cell, and the three guards immediately pointed their weapons inside it.

The light in the hallway reflected inside the dark room.

I looked in.

I saw someone relatively too young; from the side of his face, I could tell that he had his head bowed.

He had black hair, and I spotted something like a tattoo on the back of his neck and a piercing on his ear.

He was the youngest person I had seen in the prison so far, and I refused to believe he was the one I was looking for.

I tapped one of the guard's shoulders; he turned to me.

" Uh, I want to interview Cillian Armani," I said.

Yes, miss, he is the one.

What?

How is that possible? My eyes were so vast that they hurt, and I was shocked.

Cillian, "Come out gently with your two hands behind your back and stroll towards us. Don't try anything funny", one of the guards said as the guns pointed at him.

The guy in the cell stood up slowly; I noticed he had chains on his wrist and legs.

He turned and slowly approached the door, getting into the light, and that was when I saw his face; my mouth dropped in disbelief.

He was very handsome, beautiful, if I may say, and hot as f**k.

He had that Latino sun-kissed skin and pink lips, and his eyes were between glassy grey and blue. He didn't look like a prisoner, apart from the white T-shirt and the oran

ge trousers, which were the prison's uniform.

Immediately out of prison, the guard pointed their guns at him for fear of what he might do next. The fourth officer added the chains to his wrist and hand.

I stared in shock, wonder, and fear altogether.