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Chapter 05: The heiress is kidnapped

CHAPTER FIVE:

THE HEIRESS IS KIDNAPPED

{aeira ysvette zephyr's point of view}

   IT IS DARK.

   I couldn't even see a single thing around to where I was, sounds were still as if they were frozen and my senses were too weak to even pick up something. Darkness has always been a great enemy of mine, it was one of the things that I hated to be in since I was only six. 

    My breathing heaved, unsure of my whereabouts at this very second. 

    It was in my disadvantage, that is for sure. 

    As my eyes try their best to accompany me in my mission to find out as to where I currently was, I grew wary. For every second spend with me opening my eyes didn't even lead to anything. There was no other stuff visible enough in this place, and that is something that I am not fond of. The place, with it having no visible light, makes it a tad harder for me to figure out what to do or what plans I need to have to escape this place. 

    I cringe, feeling as if the darkness somewhat blinded me. 

    What is this place? 

    Why am I here? 

    My breathing starts to grow heavy, making me feel constricted to my own breathing. Without my hands soothing my chest, I couldn't calm down. The very action that my reflex are making are making me utterly worried. 

    And I am not fond of that idea.

   That means that I am scared.

   Why am I scared?

   As I continuously blink my eyes, I could see some forms that were now somewhat visible in my haze eyes. Ever so slowly, there was some presence of light that my eyes could decipher - it just made me blink even faster, harder. Everything is in a blur that I'm still not sure what I should see or if I am even seeing right. But at this point, I shouldn't even care.

   I need to take the risk - one thing that I usually do.

   My eyes continue to scan the place, and slowly, I could see something not that far from me. I could see a little light coming from a box. It seemed so small but it provides light in such an intensity. It was one that seems to give me hopes that it could be a way out. Wait, that's seems nothing like a box. I let my eyes close for a fraction of minutes before I continue to scan this thing that I call box.

   Window. It's a window.

   A smile escapes my lips, seeing that they are nothing but some bunch of silly arseholes.

  They're dumber than a bunch of newbies, that's for sure.

   Contrary to popular beliefs, I have been abducted for more than I could count. That was when I was still a kid, as I was a tad nice and a little bit dumber than I am now. Two traits that make it easy for kidnappers, it seems. However, don't make my tiny and idiotic mind trick you. All of my a*******n when I was a child was never reported, as I always make it out - alive. 

   Escaping has been a part of my life. 

   I didn't even get a chance to take a stand so that I can walk towards the window, for one single sharp of pain cut through my wrist. My mouth muffled out a whine, feeling an agonizing pain engulfs my body. The very scraping in my wrist almost making me scream and wail in pain, one thing that I am clearly not fond of doing at the very second. The pain was enough to make my eyes grew aware in my predicament.

    Ropes. 

    I gulped as I saw ropes that were binding me from a wooden chair, halting my movements if I ever try doing so.

   My body tried trashing around the chair, but it did nothing but to bind the ropes much tighter into my pulse. The smell of copper and the pain in my wrist had me already aware of one thing, I had managed to scar my wrist by my trashing around. It was the moment that I stopped, catching my breath which seemed to catch on the pace, making me utterly scared.

    A small bead of sweat flow through my forehead, urging myself not to moan as this was incredibly painful and tight than how it looks. I know that I couldn't let this binds off of me, that was for way f*****g sure. The knot was locked — as if it was crushing my bones.

   "Damn it," I grumbled as I felt more jolt of pain as I try to wiggle my hands.

   I badly want to f**k all of these, maybe report to the police as to what they were doing to me. My mind badly wants to express all the shits that keeps on happening to me, but my stupid ego wouldn't do that. Letting them see that I was weak or I'm finally faltering is nowhere near my bucket list. 

    I wouldn't make them know that I have enough of this.

   That I, for once, have enough pain that they have caused me.

    Besides, it wasn't like the police would do any better. The people hunting me have been hiding in their grasps for years. Enough that it was easy enough to get access to them but the police seem to be finding it a tad difficult than it actually is. Most of these families have connections too, convicts with money are hard to shut down. 

    I am not surprised if one or maybe two of them have connection with the police, that's why they were under the ropes for way too f*****g long.

   My eyes scan the place, and I cringe as I see that it was just a small room with no illuminating lights to make me know the area much clearer. This place seems a lot more like a prison, one that would cause fear and panic to anyone who is dumped here. A place here some kidnapper would place their trophy in which case- was me. 

    The i***t which is me. 

   This place made me realize the difference between this place and where Rah had kept me all this time. He didn't bind my hands. Instead, he let me move around the home and do anything that I would want to. Even if would piss him off that I have the power to annoy me, never did he actually tried to bind me. I didn't even get a single scratch since I have been in his care. 

  He was cautious about my well being, treating me like I was an actual person.

  The man, even with his mission and job to complete, treated me well than any other "friends" that I have back at home. He didn't treat me like some bounty that has to be damaged for the money to come flying by.

   I was free in that place, allowed to wander around the house, and feel comfortable. I bite the side of my lips. His place feels like home, one that would make you glad and look forward to coming home during a hard day. To honestly blurt it out, Rah does make me feel at home, never letting me feel like I am his prisoner- or never allowing me to feel like I deserve getting beat up or hurt so people could gain something from me.

   I was never a prisoner in his house.

   Now this place is a complete opposite of that.

    I can now clearly see that I am kidnapped. 

   "That what I keep on saying, you useless fucker!" A voice boomed on the other side of the door, surprising me.

   The door burst open, and the lights flicker on, the sudden presence of light made me close my eyes - blinding me from the darkness that had surrounded me. Upon having the power to finally open my eyes, I grew aware of the familiar scar on the man that managed to kidnap me in the middle of the park. 

    On a f*****g afternoon.

    Who the f**k does that? 

    He has a phone on his hands as a very sinister smile is plastered into his face, one that I know isn't good news. While it was true that being kidnapped is not a good news there are some kidnappers that are easy to manipulate and escaped to.

    This man - this man is one of the bad ones. 

    He is someone that has nothing to live for - maybe in big dumps of something.    

    f**k.

    Pushing the door closed, I almost jolt out of my seat at the massive bang of the door.

   "Seems like your princess is awake," I heard him mutter as he takes a good look at me. 

    I now grew wary of him. There is something so pathetic about the man, he was holding something back and it made me positively sure that they were swarmed in debt. I wouldn't exactly be surprised of that. By the way they acted, I know that he was not taking a risk for nothing. 

    He was scared of this person.    

    Gosh f*****g darn.

    I'm out of f*****g luck. 

    As soon as he was an arms length, he put the phone on speaker before grinning at me. His eyes were sparkling, already knowing how much I would cost if they were able to bring me back. It was the only color in his dull eyes, one that had seen much fear than I had for most of my life. 

    "They say that they needed some confirmation or some s**t that we have you," he says carefully before leaning in the phone, "No, speak."

   I raised a brow at him. 

    Does he dare try to order me around? 

    Dude, please, learn to brush your teeth first and at least let me have a smell of fresh breath before asking favors. The very scent of his mouth was f*****g deadly than the smell of copper itself. It feels like he had missed most of his daily brushes due to fear.

    As if I would let my parents be aware that I am in his hands and make them have the money that my father work his ass off just so he could just earn that money. 

    f**k that.

    We might be billionaires or some sort, but my father still faces a lot of worries to gain what he has now. I would remember every counting hours that my father didn't even have enough sleep or even dismissed the idea of sleeping just for him to make sure that the company wouldn't face a problem or counterattack whoever is planning on ending his empire.

    Our family is just lucky to have the business soaring while we were behind it. These idiots probably don't know s**t on how to handle money well which then of course, would just benefit no one else. I could have ways to get out of here without my parents having to get out millions just for me.

+"(Avez-vous perdu le contact?) No, ma'am!"+

{translation: Did you lost connection?}

   I froze as soon as I heard my mother's voice on the other side of the phone. Her voice was just in the background, seeing that she still struggle on mouthing the english words without someone creasing their forehead at her accent. My mother was French, hence the explanation of the language that she was currently using.

   No.

   I can't come home.

   Not yet, that is.

   From the moment that I am indeed home, there is no way in hell that my parents would allow me to even have a second to myself. It would probably be the only time where they pay no attention to my wants and just be sure that I am perfectly fine in any way shape or form.

    They will make sure that I will have men guarding from outside my bathroom while I bathe. Damn, I already know that they would even have some women inside to guard him.

    f**k my privacy by then.    

    I couldn't escape the house if that happened. 

   My presence will always be needed in the house and I doubt my parents would have me out of their grasp for a year. Especially my mother, she had been in a great trauma as she is now. 

    They can't be safe yet with me around the house.

    It isn't safe. 

    f**k. 

    "You fucker," he rasped, anger was getting the best of him.

    This would end up badly, I am already aware. 

    His other hand grab hold of my hair, as I managed to eat my sobs and whine that accompanied the pain that he was causing him. When no displeasing noise came from me, his eyes almost turn red in rage. The very plan to cause him sudden pain backfired on him and he was pissed. 

    His hand continued to fist my hair as he pulls me tighter, "Speak now you little b***h!"

+"Please refrain from using some foul words to the heiress. We can end this very easily if you would cooperate fairly."+

   "You don't tell me what to do. I can kill this b***h if I wanted to," his harsh voice radiated in the room, making my mother sob at the background to this man's choice of words. 

    I f*****g doubt he is that stupid to kill me.

    He needed the money - and everyone knows that. I already know that in the background of the call, someone was making aware of the same thought inside my mind. Whether it was the agent or my father, she was getting aware. 

    As he put the telephone at my side, I became wary to not even breathe.

    With soft, sinister voice, he asked, "Speak a word, or I will slice your throat."

+"(THERE IS NO NEED FOR VIOLENCE! DARN f*****g DAMN IT!)"+

   I almost flutter my eyes closed as I heard my uncle's thick accent, but I managed to stay neutral as I take a good look at the monster in front of me. He was raging, heaving at the anger that was controlling him at the very second. He wasn't aware that I am someone who is not willing to be seen by my own parents. 

    At the annoyance in his face, I flash a knowing grin before shaking my head. 

    I wouldn't talk for s**t, whether it would cause me pain and broken bones - my parents cannot know that I am here and flush out money for useless fucker like these people. I wouldn't waste my parent's money on them.

    Not a single f*****g cent. 

   "Looks like your heiress is a little shy," the way his voice sends shiver into my spine made me inwardly gulp. There was a huge risk that this would happen but I couldn't talk there is no way I would let my parents even think of offering money to them, "Let me just force some words out of her pretty mouth."

   As he takes the phone down, I fear the inevitable. My body continues to thrash around as a sinister and somewhat dark smile appeared on his lips. Small whimpers start to escape my lips, making me want to run for the hills. There are little things that my tiny body could escape - getting beat up is not one of them. 

+"No! Don't you dare to hurt the heiress! (Blessée!? Non! Arrête-les!)"+

{translation: Hurt?! No! Stop them!}

   However, both of this man doesn't hurt a single word from my mother or anyone for that matter. All I know now is he was taking a dangerous step towards me, and I couldn't do anything but watch.

   Great, just f*****g great.

{zero jefferson's point of view}

  INTENSE AGONIZING PAIN engulfs the room, making me cringe on the inside to the loudness of the screams escaping through her little mouth. My hands were fisted on the site, enough to not have a single person aware that I wanted to beat the seat out of anyone for making her scream. 

    I couldn't fathom that they are risking their own lives just for a short pleasure of having to have someone to rage their violence into. These animals are nothing but idiots, one that should be six feet under. All they think about is money, s*x and violence. When tragedy corrupts them, they quiver like preys. 

    Coward fuckers. 

    "Ahh!" She screamed loudly, enough to make me shut my eyes.

    A chuckled ensued on the room, making me see one of them looking at me, "You okay there? You seem clearly affected by the screams."

    f**k, I reacted. 

    "Anything you're not telling us?" One asked, clearly getting on my nerves.

    "Maybe," another one quipped, completing the three idiots who blindly followed the other one whom they call as their leader. He smiled, grinning at me, "Are you interested with the heiress? Do you want to tap her first?"

    Motherfuckers.

    My eyes followed them, "No, exclude me at your nonsense." 

    "You seem someone who looked like she mattered," one of them eager to voiced out.

    "I only reacted because she messed up my work, nothing else. Now if you would - get the f**k away from me." 

    We all stilled by the sound of another scream and unlike before, I show no reaction now. Which would then in turn, really seemed like I only reacted since she had me lost my focus on my work. The idiots were easily fooled - I already know that.

    The horniest one of them all whistled, dumping his body on the poorly structured couch, "You're always no f*****g fun. Always working like some lab rat." 

    One could almost feel the whole place shaking, all because of the scream that somewhat entered this animal shelter that they call, "home." Gone were the attention to me and back to the door where the screaming was ensued. I see it as something disgusting, repulsive to even think that these men who hide behind the dark dare show that they are above people when all they do is step back. 

   My eyes followed the source of the scream. It was far from where I am currently seated, and yet I can hear the cry as if in a foot length from her. All the sufferings were entering my mind, and if I wasn't being watched, I must have closed my eyes as I take a deep breath.

   If I wasn't... but I am being watched.

   These people are nothing but stupid. The others, those who were with their so-called boss, continue to laugh at the agonizing scream of the girl, something that I wouldn't even understand. When does pain also make someone feel happy?

   But then again, I would feel glad if I saw all of these people in pain.

   As another painful screamed roared from the room, the other ran back into the source, probably to watch her suffer in pain. I, just let the pity inside of me to not cause some attention.

   Those animals are now in deep s**t. My feet touched the cold hard floor as I close my bag in discreet. Now, all I have to do is finish the quest that I am tasked to do. I need to wait for him, and I'm done in this place.

{aeira ysvette zephyr's point of view}

  ANOTHER EXCRUCIATING CRY escapes my lips as this monster just managed to create some painful friction in my thighs, making me aware that he managed to somewhat create a sprain in my thigh bones. f**k, why do I need to have a moment of my life being able to be fractured like this? 

    I gave up my will to not scream just a couple beatings ago. 

    Even if I try my hardest not to cry in pain, my body couldn't handle much damage.

   It was an automatic reaction to yelp in pain when it has been too much for my body. 

   I could hear my mother's continuous sobbing as she screams, 'my poor daughter' and 'stop' in her thick french accent. Some fumbling of the agents were heard from every cry that would escape from my mouth, they have little to no control to the situation so even if they scream - no one could do much for them.

    There were tons of words from the other side of the phone, asking them to stop whatever the f**k they were doing and the crew is ready to hand the bag in hand of money at their disposal. Mother was the most vocal of them, followed by my uncle. 

    This monster didn't even listen to a word that was presented to him. Gone for his need for the validation but something inside him was being feed. He was thirsty for some violence and that is the only thing corrupting his dumb f*****g mind. Some other people arrived in the room and seeing that satisfaction in their lips. I could see that they badly want to join this animal to hurt me more.

+"(Austin, ils sont mal notre fille! Dites-leur d'arrêter! S'il te plaît!) (Answer the f*****g phone, Detective!) Don't hurt the heiress, all you need to do is mouth the money, and we're done here!"+

{translation: Austin, they're destroying our daughter. Tell them to stop! Please!}

    I almost called for my dad upon finally hearing his voice, it took a whole willpower to not call out to him. It has been one of my defense mechanism, calling out for him. There had been quick a lot of my problems that I managed to get out of by calling out to him.

   Why didn't I just do it in the first place?

   My lips quiver in pain as I try not to create another sound, not wanting them to know that I am still feeling pain. Not that it will help as the sound of fist connecting with my bones were enough to let them know. I am already aware of the fact that that their phone is a disposable cellphone, making them untraceable in the eyes of the investigators. The man in front of me nowhere near wants that money at this moment. 

    All he wants now is to break my bones into several pieces.

    To which he is doing. 

   As he takes a good hold of my hair, another scream escapes my mouth. It feels like he was cutting my scalp, let me be aware of the blood that was somewhat all over my body. My mother continues to sob on the phone, making me feel sorry for her weak heart.

   "Boss, we need the money!"

   "Remember, Max, boss!"

   "Boss! Wake up, man!"

   "Dude, I can just snap her neck in a snap."

   As the man push me back on the ground, the wooden chair shatters. The pain mixed with what was now corrupting my thigh. The fall was somewhat painful, the shattering of the chair was proof to that, but something is more painful. I couldn't understand what was happening but I know for sure that something was terribly wrong.

   This pain is nothing like before.

   The pain that they're doing right now was nothing like they ever do to me.

   As my hands touched a fraction of the back of my head, I felt something odd. It took me a while to let my eyes blinked once, focusing on the substance that was on my hands. The very liquid feel from my shoulder to my neck, it was gooey and the smell of copper was now making me hyperaware of the scenario.

    Blood. 

    I am bleeding. 

    If I weren't hazy enough to even realize what is currently happening to me, I would have already screamed as I saw the familiar sight of my blood.

   As my vision starts to get blurry, the voices always seem to get low. There some murmurs and screams, something that I couldn't make out words. I could see mouths moving and someone screaming to the phone but I was already lost.

    I am getting corrupted by the pain. 

    The pain was nothing but unbearable, making me coughed violently into the pain that was corrupting my body.

   "What the f**k happened in here!?" I heard a loud growl erupted in the room.

   But I already know who that voice belonged to. I always know who he was.