“Thank you for the offer but I’m okay, well I’ll be going now.. My husband is waiting for me.” She lied.
Leaving no time for a response she quickly for the third time turned to start down the stairs. As she walked she could hear the men talking behind her as they followed.
“Geunyeoleul delyeogaseo jaemiissge nolja!” One of the men said from behind her.(Let’s take her and have some fun)
“Wau neomu meosjin mommaeleul gajigo gyesineyo sajangnim-isin hu gat-i nol-ado doelkkayo?” Another man said. (Wow she has such a nice shape too. Can I have some fun with her after you boss?)
Cyra’s heart dropped as she listened to what the men were saying. She had never been in a situation like this before so she had no idea what to do. Not only was she alone but she was still all the way at the other end of the building.
As far as the men knew she couldn’t understand what they were saying so in their minds they were not a threat to her. She knew that there was a chance that the men could catch her if she tried the traditional route of running, so Instead she quickly pulled out her phone to call Beatrice for help.
“Hello?… Girl why are you calling me from the other side of the res-“ Beatrice was cut off.
“HEY BABE, I’m on my way back to our table right now. I got a little lost so could you come meet me halfway?” Cyra asked in the most convincing voice she could muster up.
“Cyra what are you talking about girl? Is there something wrong?”
Cyra said nothing.
“Cyra what’s going on?” Still no response.
“Just speak Spanish if you can’t say it in English,” Beatrice said with a hint of worry in her voice.
“Hay cinco hombres siguiéndome y tengo la mala sensación de que algo va a suceder.” I told her. (There is five men following me and I have a really bad feeling that something is going to happen.)
“WHAT, have they said anything to you….it doesn’t matter I’m looking for the security right now and I’m coming to get you-
“ Beatrice stopped after hearing one of the men speak.
“¿Ohhhhh tú hablas español? ” One of the men said. (Ohhh you speak Spanish?)
Cyra was stopped dead in her tracks, as she realized she had been caught.
“Turn around if you don’t want to get shot.” One of the men said.
Slowly Cyra began to turn to face the group of men, one of them had a gun pointed straight at her head with his finger resting on the trigger.
“Well you sure are a smart girl, you tried to act like you couldn’t understand Korean and tried to snitch in Spanish.” The tall man with the gun said.
“CYRA” Beatrice yelled through the phone after hearing everything that just happened.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?? WHERE ARE YOU, WHICH WAY DID YOU GO? I’M COMING TO YOU RIGHT NOW.” Beatrice yelled, loud enough that the men could hear her through the phone.
“We’ll go on and tell her what she wants to know, so she can join the party too.” The man with the gun said low enough that the phone couldn’t pick it up.
Cyra went completely still at the realization that if Beatrice comes to help they would take her too. She had no idea how to keep Beatrice safe in this situation if she had come running to her rescue.
“She’s waiting.” The man with the gun rushed.
“I….I..I’m in the hallway to the left of where the front door is.” She lied.
“I’m coming right now just keep talking to them so they think you will do what they say.” Beatrice said as she unknowingly ran in the opposite direction of her Cyra.
Before Beatrice could ask anymore questions Cyra quickly hung up the phone.
“Aren’t you so sweet trying to save your friend, I will admit you’re pretty smart.
You almost had us with the whole Spanish thing and the boyfriend ploy too but it didn’t work. Hate to break it to you but all of us know multiple languages baby.” The man with one eye said.
“Well then now that the cat is out of the bag, let's get this show on the road before she tries to do something cute.” The tall man with pasta hair said as he lowered his gun and began to walk down the stairs.
“Let’s go have some fun shall we?” The man with the giant scar said while scanning Crya’s entire body head to toe.