Chapter3 : Kidnapped
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They're taking me to sell my virginity!
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I've heard that's a thing now-some twisted underground market where rich men pay millions for someone's first time. I will be ruined for life!!Tears spill down my cheeks, blinding me as sheer gut-wrenching terror takes over.
"Why aren't you shouting for help Faye?!" I scold myself, gasping for breath.It's now or never!
With everything in me, I dig deep summoning strength from the pit of my stomach and scream
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"HELP! SOMEONE-ANYONE! I'M BEING ABDUCTED!"
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My voice is raw, my screams ripping through my sobs, but they don't carry me across campus as I desperately need them to do. The men don't even flinch. I'm nothing more than dead weight as they drag me toward a sleek black SUV with tinted windows.
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I'm done for - Doomed.
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My body goes limp as the fight drains out of me. This is it. My fate is sealed.
Then-
I'm yanked free.
The hands gripping me are gone and I stumble back gasping. Through tear-streaked eyes, I blinked up at my saviour.
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James.
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Fucking.
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Van.
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Damme.
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Of course it's him.
Just my f*****g luck-James has to witness my absolute worst. A tear-streaked sobbing mess.
Kill me now.
As James pushes me behind his back a fragile sense of protection washes over me, momentarily dulling the sharp sting of my scraped knees and my throbbing palms, but my heart is still racing, slamming against my ribs like a caged bird desperate to escape.
The world around me feels distorted, too sharp and too hazy all at once. The towering oak tree, the empty campus, the distant hum of life continuing as if I weren't on the brink of being dragged into the unknown. The air is thick with tension, heavy with the scent of sweat and the lingering scent of James's cologne.
I clutch the fabric of my cardigan, my fingers digging in as I try to ground myself, to steady the tremor of my limbs, but I can't.
Not when James stands rigid in front of me, like an immovable wall of fury-his broad shoulders are squared, his stance firm, radiating a raw dangerous energy that makes the very air around us feel charged with electricity.
The two hulking men in suits regard him with a level of respect, yet their rigid stances makes one thing clear-they won't back down.
Not when the shadows from the trees stretch long across the pavement swallowing the ground between us and that black SUV-the vehicle that if I step inside, might become the last place I ever see.
"What is the meaning of this?" James asks, his voice deceptively soft, controlled-but simmering with anger.
One of the suits steps forward:"Master James,please don't interfere. We have our orders and they come directly from Master Lucien."
Master who?
My stomach twists as I watch the silent exchange between them. There's an unmistaken familiarity in their words, an unspoken understanding that tells me James knows whose these men are, who these men are working for. Worse-he knows exactly, who Lucien is.
James's composure cracks. His jaw tightens, I can see the muscle ticking beneath his golden skin and his hands are curled into fists at his sides, knuckles white from the force of his grip. Then he practically roars,
"What does he want with my Faye?!"
I have no idea what's going on. I have never been James's and I'm pretty damn sure I never will be. So why would he say something like that?
One of the men barely spares him a glance. " You'll have to ask Master Lucien yourself."
James's jaw clenches.
The other suit steps closer, his voice carrying an ominous weight. "We only follow his orders and you, better than anyone, know what happens when his orders aren't carried out."
A flicker of something crosses James's face. Fear? Resignation? Defiance? I can't tell, but whatever it is, it makes my blood run cold.
Who is Lucien? Why does that name hold so much power over James? James-who practically runs this campus, who walks around with the kind of confidence that should shatter stone-just stood down at the mention of him - and what the hell is with the Master Lucien nonsense?
My head spins with too much information and no where to put it, but then before I can dwell on it, James steps aside.
I freeze, dread slamming into me like tidal wave.
No. No way in hell am I going with them. Before the suits could grab me I bolt.
It seems that my entire day consists of running-away from people, away from danger, away from things I don't understand, but I don't even make it five steps before strong arms seize me from behind.
"No-let me go!" I thrash wildly my limbs flailing in desperate resistance, but useless. Their grip is unyielding, cold and merciless like iron shackles locking around me.
One sharp yank-too strong-too sudden-and I'm wretched off balance. The world tilts violently, my stomach lurching as gravity betrays me. The impact is brutal.
Pain sears through my body as my knees slam against the rough pavement, the jagged surface tearing into my skin. A sharp gasp rips from my throat, but before I can recover my hands instinctively shoots out to catch myself-too late.
The scrape of asphalt bites into my palms, a raw burning sensation that sends shockwaves up my arms. The ground beneath me is unyielding cold, indifferent from my suffering.
I swallow back a sob, my breath shuddering as I lift my hands, now bloodied and trembling. The sting is sharp, but it's nothing compared to the deeper pain blooming in my chest-the helplessness, the humiliation, the sheer terror of knowing I am utterly powerless against them.
And above me, the sky remains a perfect uncaring blue.
A sharp sob escapes me. How can this day get possibly any worse?
Pathetic and broken I give up. Tears spill freely down my face as I curl into myself, wailing like a child.
This time, I don't fight when I'm lifted off the ground and shoved into the back of the waiting black SUV.
This time, I don't even have the strength to try.
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