Chapter 9 I Hated This Feeling!

• Honey.
• My whole body was numb. I tried to move, but it seemed difficult to move any part of my body. Something soft tightened around my head, preventing me from seeing where I was. I raised my hands to my face, in an attempt to remove the blindfold, but my hands were restricted. I tried to make sense of what was happening to me and why I was finding it hard to do something as simple as moving. It was then I realized the situation I was in.
• I have been kidnapped!
• The last thing I remembered was that man covering my face with a wet cloth that smelled really nasty and those other two men fastened something thick around my wrists .
• Now, it made more sense why I couldn’t move my hands.
• I dragged my heavy body, trying to move so badly. The floor was strangely soft. Furry. It felt like I was laying on the cloud. I might have allowed myself to enjoy the softness and the welcoming warmth of this floor if I wasn’t panicking about being kidnapped, but I couldn’t let down my guard. I needed to leave this place as soon as possible. I had hosted a concert. Tonight was meant to be my night!
• I had waited all my life for this night and this had to happen. Why was I so unfortunate?
• I tried to remember if I had offended anyone, but nobody came to mind.
• If I haven’t offended anyone, then why was I here? Why was I kidnapped?
• I have seen what they do to those who were kidnapped. Some victims had been forced to go through hell. Hulmilated, beaten and sometimes they were killed.
• The very thought of whatever my captor must have planned out for me made my whole body tremble as fear started creeping up on me.
• Relax, Honey.
• I consoled myself. You are famous. People would notice that you have gone missing. And in no time, they would find you and rescue you.
• My captor must have known about my success in the music industry and must have kidnapped me because he was to collect ransom for my release. If this was the case, it wouldn’t be a problem. I wasn’t that wealthy, but I had saved up at least enough to be able to pay for my ransom.
• I wriggled my wrist, trying hard to remove my hand from the knots. My effort was futile. I groaned. Whoever had bound me definitely did a good job tying these knots.
• A constant tapping of someone’s shoe resonated around the dark room and I turned my head, becoming alert of the sudden intrusion.
• Dread filled my body at the awareness of not being alone.
• “Who is there?” I asked. I realized it was better to beg for my release so I resorted to that. “Whoever you are, please let me go! I promise I wouldn’t tell anyone this ever happened!”
• No response.
• Instead, I heard the person puffing out something that smelled like cigarettes. The smoke of the cigarette wafted into my lung, reminding me of how dangerous my captor must be. I needed to convince him to let me go.
• “Did you kidnap me because you need money?” I asked. “I don’t have a lot of money, but I have saved enough. Please let me go and I will give you every penny of what I have saved.”
• Still no response.
• I had concluded that I had been kidnapped because my captor needed money, but now that he wasn’t responding to me, I was beginning to fear that I might have gotten it all wrong.
• If he hadn’t kidnapped me because of the money, then why was I here?
• What did they want from me if not my money?!
• “I don’t know why you took me, but please let me go. My parents will be worried sick about my disappearance and I don’t want them to think something bad must have happened to me. Just let me go. I'm begging you!”
• “You will bruise your wrist if you keep struggling with those knots,” a deep voice said from my right side.
• I froze.
• The voice sounded familiar and only one man I knew had such a voice, but it was impossible for him to be my captor.
• I turned to my right, trying to see who had spoken through the fabric of my blindfold. I couldn’t.
• “Who are you?” I asked.
• The tapping of his feet stopped and I heard his footsteps coming towards where I was laying on. Whatever I was laying on sunk as the man sat on it. His rough hand cupped my chin. Then, he rubbed his thumb along my bottom lip and sighed.
• “I never knew you talk this much,” he deadpanned.
• “Let me go if you are tired of hearing my voice!” I ordered.
• I was getting fed up with whatever games he was playing.
• He leaned forward, his gaze hard on me.
• “Why should I release you when I finally have you right where I want you to be?” He asked with a little amusement in his voice.
• What the hell was he saying?
• Whoever he was, it seemed like he had known me before kidnapping me. I tried to think of anyone who seemed to have the boldness to kidnap me, but none came to my mind except the handsome man I had bumped into in the shoe store the other day. But that man was kind, he was my savior. There was no way he could have kidnapped me.
• “Why do you want me here?” I demanded.
• Now that he was responding to me, it was best I derive whatever information I could get.
• He curled my hair around his finger before gently brushing the strand of loose hair that was clouding my face. His touch was alluring and dangerous at the same time, the warmth of his hands blazing my skin and crawling over me. I pulled my face backward, trying to avoid him.
• He chuckled at my futile attempts to remove his hand from my face.
• “You will find out soon,” he replied.
• The next thing I heard was his footsteps retracting from where I was laying hopelessly on.
• “Come back!” I shouted, feeling scared of being abandoned in somewhere I had no idea of. I struggled more than ever with the knots binding my wrists. “You can’t just leave me here! What do you want from me?!”
• A door slammed against the wall of the room after the man walked out. My heart dropped. He had left me alone here, but the smoke of his cigarette still lingered, Intoxicating my nerves. I wanted to leave this place so badly, but how will I do that when I couldn’t even see where I was, let alone unbind these silly knots restricting my wrists and ankles.
• I had never felt this helpless in my entire life.
• Gosh, I hated this feeling!