Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 27

Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany Chapter 27

Tiffany curled up in the van’s corner, too scared to make a noise. She looked like a frightened little rabbit, her big eyes full of tears about to spill over enough to make anyone feel bad for her.

Usually, the kidnappers would tie her up to stop her from running off. But when they got the ropes out, Tiffany started sniffling, “Why are you doing this? I’ve been so good, why do you need to tie me up?”

She was a spoiled rich kid, after all. It made sense she’d be a bit of a crybaby. If her dad came to pay up and saw his precious daughter hurt, he’d make their lives hell

“So…. we just leave her like this? We’ll just lock her up, a fragile little thing like her can’t escape anyway,” one of the kidnappers suggested.

They talked it over and agreed. They just warned her, ‘Be good, don’t try anything stupid!”

Tiffany nodded, looking miserable.

The van smoothly left the city, heading further and further out until it reached a beat-up old factory in the middle of nowhere. This place had food and drinks – obviously the kidnappers’ hideout for now,

Gathering the ransom money would take time, especially since the kidnappers demanded it all in cash to cover their tracks. Getting ten million in bills would take until at least the next day

The kidnappers got out and locked Tiffany up in the factory, with a few of them taking turns keeping watch. If Tiffany even thought about trying to escape, they’d grab her in a heartbeat.

But Tiffany was playing it cool, not even thinking about running off. Instead, she started bossing them around, “Is this what you’re giving me to eat? What kind of junk is this? I’d rather starve!”

She threw a tantrum like a spoiled princess, refusing to eat the cold fast food and pouting in the corner.

The kidnappers looked at each other, totally confused. They didn’t have much here, and they were used to eating simple food without anyone complaining.

But Tiffany was acting like a little queen, not at all like someone who’d been kidnapped.

“If you don’t want to eat, that’s your problem,” one of them said,

“I’d rather die of hunger than eat this! My dad’s coming to get me out tomorrow, and he’ll see his daughter starving. You think you’ll still get that ten million dollars easy peasy?” Tiffany fired back.

It was clear who had the upper hand, and Tiffany was the winner, hands down.

“Fine, Miss Kelley, what do you want to eat? I’ll go grab it now, okay?” someone said.

Without so much as a ‘please” or “thank you”, Tiffany listed off a ton of dishes.

One of the four kidnappers took off to get food for Tiffany, while the other three kept watching her.

Bored silly, Tiffany wandered around the factory, totally ignoring the three guys following her every move. When she came back Trom checking out a corner, she heard banging and kicking from a shipping container.

Tiffany had a gut feeling that someone was inside, all tied up, so she asked, “What’s in there?”

“Oh, nothing, just a sheep we’re gonna b**er. It stinks here, why don’t you go look around somewhere else if you’re bored?” a kidnapper replied.

“Open it up,” Tiffany demanded, raising an eyebrow. Her voice didn’t sound pitiful anymore, but rather bossy.

The kidnappers’ faces darkened. “Don’t push your luck! Just because we’re being nice doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want.