Dangerously Unusual novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

"Wipe those away." his dry tone came in. I looked up at him, getting annoyed.

"What? Wipe what? My tears???" I growled, boiling from inside. He stared at me and I stared back. I was shivering because of the anger I suddenly couldn't contain. Tears just rolled down my cheeks continuously.

"Do you know who you are talking to??"

"Yes!!! A mad Guy!!! I've said it!! Come kill me!! You've already even done so! I'm better off dead than alive anyway. In a week or even less, my whole life was destroyed!" I cried out angrily. I expected the worst and didn't care.

He stared at me like a devil. I noticed the swollen vein at his temple and I knew he would probably bang my head against the wall. Man, I was ready to run! It was not because I'd said I didn't care if he killed me, that he had to, right?

To my surprise, he unbuttoned the police shirt he still had on before taking it off. Beneath was his white singlet which he also took off. I blinked in confusion. His athletic body took me off guard and I stared like a dumbass. His chest...stomach...abs...arms...all wasted for the killing of innocent people! He stared at me and once again, I stopped breathing!

'Gawd! If he rapes me, I'm dying!’

I thought to myself, fear taking over me again.

To my surprise, he simply sat down and opened the box, taking out a wig and some female clothes. Then he took some card-like things and little books from his briefcase and aimed them at me. I looked at him in wonder.

"You'll wear those clothes. And you'll have those things on you."

I picked what he'd thrown at my feet. There was a fake ID with my picture present and a fake visa along with a plane ticket. How did he? I had a fake Visa and ID in my hands! How? Had all this been planned, already?

"We'll... We'll surely be caught...and why do I have an already made ID??? And visa??? You planned on taking me along??" I dared to ask.

"No. But plans have changed. Seems my boss will be very happy to know you."

"What???"

'Boss?’

I widened my eyes in shock. Was this some indirect way of saying that I was going to be sold off or owned by some crazy terrorist and dangerous leader?

"Apply to make-up." he gave me a make-up set. I made up and returned to him.

"Put these on." he gave me a pair of brown eye contacts. I still did as I was told.

He then asked me to go stand by the wall. I did and I watched him get a strange camera from his bag before approaching me. It was one I'd never seen. He raised the camera to my face and clicked. Immediately, a little portrait picture, the size of a passport picture, came out. I was silently impressed. He took the little picture and replaced the fake ID picture with it.

"Whenever you go out with me, you have to look like this. That is the wig and eye contact. And make-up."

I simply nodded.

"I'm going in. Touch a thing in here and I'll know. And you're still to discover who you're messing with if you dare to try me."

I wouldn't dare!

He locked the main door and kept the keys in his pocket. Then, he took some clothes and entered the bath.