Being barely conscious with no sense of light makes you lose count of the days as they pass by.
How long have I been held captive?
No fucking idea!
I could have depended on meals to calculate the days I spent here but I wasn't being fed. There was an IV stuck in my arm. I was always drugged and feeling sluggish... I was pathetic.
The guy told me he was texting my parents telling them I was on a road trip. I didn't know how could my parents believe such a thing but apparently they did.
Today, I was told I was making a phone call. My guess was they wanted ransome... why else would anyone kidnap a girl if not for money?!
I was beginning to get my senses back slowly but surely and I could there was a ton of new bruises and cuts on my body but I pushed the pain to the back of my mind. I had to take this chance and try to do something.
My fingers began to twitch, I tried to move but my wrists were still bound with some metal.
Handcuffs?
That was an upgrade I wasn't aware of.
My legs were also secured to the chair ensuring I couldn't move an inch. I smelled blood. It made me glad I was blindfolded.
I didn't want to see pools of my blood running along the floor. The metallic smell was enough to upset my stomach.
How would I get out of this hellhole?!
"Oh! The princess is awake." The voice sent shivers all over my body. I wanted to disappear. "How are you feeling now?" It was getting closer. I froze.
Suddenly there was a loud crash. "When I ask a question I expect an answer." He roared slapping my face so hard I tasted blood. I nodded my head feeling the tears soak the blindfold but I didn't dare utter a word.
"Words."
I gulped. "Y-Yes, sir... I I'm feeling o-okay." My voice cracked making my stutter even worse.
"Good girl," He said stroking my head. I shrank into the chair in a failed attempt to get away from his touch.
Please... please just let me go...
"So, are you feeling more obedient?" I could feel his breath inches away from my face. My heart raced.
Noo... Get away. Please just let me go!
"Yes," I squeaked when I felt his course hand holding my hand.
"You don't look like you learnt your lesson last time we took you with that boy." Oh. My. God. Did they take Tommy too?!! "Let me remind you, then." His hand left my face making me even worried.
I couldn't see anything.
Couldn't know anything.
Couldn't expect anything.
And this made me more terrified than ever.
I heard the ringing of the phone later making my eyes fill with tears.
"Elena, why the hell did you run off like that?" Dad's playful voice was gone, his voice now was serious and full of disappointment.
"I'm sorry daddy." I felt a tear run down my cheek but one glare with a knife in my like of sight made me hold back on the crying. "I wanted to take a break."
"From what? You were on a break," His voice came harsher.
"Dad, I'm really sorry about this but right now, I need your help," I let my distress take over my voice.
"Are you okay?" He said quickly with worry filling his voice.
"Yes, but I need you to meet me. I can't deal with this problem alone and please don't tell anyone."
"Okay, honey. Don't worry I'm right here."
"Thanks, daddy. I'll send you my address." As soon as these words left my mouth, the call ended.
"What a good girl." Slim fingers were patting my hair twirling strands around it. I held my breath and kept my face neutral.
His hands fell to his sides. "I have a surprise for you," He said before leaving. I heard footsteps coming from behind me but I couldn't crane my head to look.
"Surprise!" A voice I knew so very well said.
Desmond?!
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