Kidapped by the Mafia

TWO

I gasped in surprise. His surprisingly smooth and oily lips pressed harder against mine and his tongue attempted to enter my mouth.

All at once I was filled with anger and disgust; they helped me snap out of my shock. So, I forcefully drew back my head and smashed it against his.

Of course I immediately regretted it because all the movies failed to explain the intense pain that could cause. My head exploded with the pain and my sight temporarily blurred. I wobbled in my heels that surprisingly, hadn’t come off or broken.

After blinking over and over again, I regained my sight.

He was hovering over me with a creepy smile. “So feisty.”

Absolute disgust made me shudder. I would’ve wiped my lips till it bled if I wasn’t tied up. “Don’t you dare touch me!!” I growled.

He laughed, the sound of it like the screech of metal on metal, and stood straighter. “It seems that you are still in shock.”

A snappy comment laid on my tongue, but I forced it back. Damsel in distress, I reminded myself.

I made my body wreck with shivers, something that wasn’t so hard. “I am shocked and cold.” My voice was as soft as I could muster.

He smirked and walked away towards a table, and for the first time, I noticed my surroundings.

We were in a medium sized room. The floor was covered in a soft red rug that curled between my toes. The walls weren’t so high, standing, I could jump to touch it. The walls were a pattern of black and red. The lights gave off a white light was neither too bright nor too dim.

At the end of the room stood a simple table and cushioned seat.

He stood in front of the table and very pointedly ran his eyes up and down my body. The level of perverseness made me want to

smother him, aside for the fact that he’d kidn*pped me.

“You can’t possibly be that cold, there’s heating.”

There might’ve been heating, but the place still felt unwelcoming. I tried my best not to scowl at him. “Look whatever they paid you, I’ll double it. No!! Triple it!!”

His lips parted to reveal two rows of gleaming white teeth. “Oh no one paid me sweetheart, I decided to take you myself.”

“But why?”

He made a show of running his eyes all over me again. Up and down. I felt more than exposed in my V-necked bride’s maid dress.

“Let’s just say that when I like something, I get it.”

Was the man even serious? A cold shiver ran down my spine at the implications of everything. Could he have kidn*pped me to traffic me? To sell me? To ra-, I couldn’t even finish the thought.

With a start I realized that now I’ve seen his face, I’d probably never be released. So, I quickly closed my eyes tight. “Look, I promise that I am not worth it. I don’t know how to please a man, I’ve been called out on it numerous times!! And I promise that I didn’t see your face!!”

My lie must’ve been so outrageously funny to him, because he burst out laughing.

I awkwardly laughed along.

Just as abruptly as he started, he topped laughing. His voice was low when he spoke, “I’ll teach you.”

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A strip of cloth was wrapped around my eyes and I was led out.

My legs ached from wearing my heels for so long, and whoever was leading me was definitely not patient. He kept pushing me forward whenever I fell back.

After a few moments of walking straight, around a corner and then down some steps, the blindfold was harshly ripped off my face.

I immediately turned to run but was met with the slam of the door on my face.

Defeated, I rested my back against the door and slumped to sit on the floor. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me.

This was something I only ever saw on the TV. I knew things like this happened, I just never imagined it happening to me.

A groan escaped my lips. There was no way I was staying to see what would become of me. The p*****t was obviously planning something as sick as himself.

The pins in my hair dug into my head. It was a surprise that my hair stayed tame. It was usually too hard to handle because of how thick it was.

Slowly, I opened my eyes, and looked around.

The room was small, barely big enough for a queen sized bed and side table. There was a small wardrobe beside the table. The bed was draped with a thin sheet and another thin cover cloth, different patterns, there was no blanket. The corner table was made of metal with wooden legs, the wardrobe was the same.

No bathroom.

I dragged my feet to my chest. I was so scared. My big girl pants had disappeared shriveled and dry, and I was faced with the reality of my situation.

I had to find a way out.

Fat tears spilled over my cheeks, streaked in more mascara. For a moment I wondered how he knew my name, why he kidn*pped me, why I was chosen when I’m pretty sure that I look like a clown with all my spilled and dried up spoilt make up.

There was no rug, and soon the cold made me stand up.

Like a zombie, I shuffled to the bed. The sound of my heels clicking was all I could hear, so I assumed that the room was either sound proof, or I was far too tired. I sat, and then I laid down with my heels on and sobbed till I fell asleep.

When I woke up, what seemed like hours later, a plate of food sat on the side table. I opened my eyes to a glass of wine and plate what looked like a cheese burger.

Blinking back sleep, I slowly sat up, and stared at the food. Who the heck serves wine with burger? Especially with no water?!

I caught myself. I should be grateful, only God knew how lucky I was that I even got food. I’ve heard of cases where the kidnappers starve the victims. Besides, I needed the energy if I meant to run away.

With that, I grabbed the plate and picked up the burger. To be sure, I leaned in to sniff it, which was actually useless because I had no idea on how to know if food was poisoned. It would be best I didn’t eat it at all, but I hadn’t had anything before the wedding and my stomach was growling so loudly, I was almost sure that they could hear it from the other side of the door.

One bite in and I couldn’t stop my gagging. The burger was absolutely repulsive. I took another bite and gagged. Somehow the tomatoes tasted rotten, the meat was raw, and the cheese smelt horrible, and the bread was beyond stale. I mean, who the heck made the freaking burger?

I tried to force down as much as I could because I knew that I needed the energy, but I just couldn’t. Even my cooking was better than it and I couldn’t cook to save my own life. I’d rather have eaten my own Mac’n’cheese than the burger, and that said enough.

After four bites, I gave up and placed it back on its place. I refused to drink the wine. Somehow, I felt more at risk drinking it than eating the freaking burger. Who knew the alcohol concentration in it and if it was drugged? I believed the wine would be easier to drug than the disgusting excuse of a burger. And what kidnapper wasn’t capable of drugging the person they kidn*pped? Especially that freaking p*****t.

Besides, there was no bathroom and I wanted to put off the urge to use one until it was absolutely necessary. There was no way I was going to risk it.

Placing the plate back onto the table, I reached down to grab my heels. My toes wriggled in appreciation from their new freedom. Taking them, I pulled bent and tossed them under the bed. The heels were point so at least I’d have a means of inflicting pain and a little leverage.

Once that was done, I curled up into myself on the bed.

I wondered if my family was looking for me.

My stomach became even queasier when I remembered the way I had stormed out of the wedding. They’d probably think I had personal issues going on and give me space.

My family did that, gave each other space a lot. Sometimes I wished that someone would pry until I opened up instead of giving up at the first go.

They would probably not notice that I was missing till the end of the month, maybe farther.

The room suddenly felt so cold. Too cold. I longed for strong warm arms around me. I longed to rest son the chest of someone and feel safe. I longed for that cool branding of the counter edge and the fuzzy blanket he had in his living room. I longed for warm big hands encasing mine in them.

I longed for Allan.

I broke out sobbing again.