My Kidnapper's brother

Chapter 6

At over six feet tall, Ryan towered over Emily, and she could tell that he was rock-solid muscle underneath his designer jacket. But none of that was going to stop her from what she was planning to do. She had to do it, it was then or never. She didn’t want to think about what would happen if her plan failed. That would discourage her from trying.

It had been a couple of minutes since they had returned to the bedroom. Ryan wanted to tie her back to the chair just like his brother had left her, but she was not being cooperative. “Do you really have to tie me to the chair again? You know I am not a flight risk. I can just sit on the chair and we can chat as we wait for your evil brother.”

“Look lady, I am not going to ask you again. It is either I drag you myself to the chair or you walk by yourself,” Ryan threatened.

She could tell that he meant what he said. The man seemed to have lost all his patience with her and looked ready to drag her to the chair. But she thought that wasn’t a good idea, dragging her would make her drop the little weapon tucked between her firm breasts. And that would ruin her well thought plan.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, “Ok, I will do as you want.” She hesitantly walked to the chair she had been tied to and made herself comfortable.

He steadily followed behind with the twisted nylon ropes in his hand. Towering over her, he said, “Put your hands and legs in position. I will start with your hands”

Without saying a word, she aligned her legs against the front legs of the chair, she then carefully placed her arms behind the chair. She had her both hands fisted. And her right fisted hand carefully enclosed the tweezer she had earlier tucked between her breasts.

He bent over and leaned forward, ready to tie her arms to the legs. He avoided looking at her face. He knew she wasn’t happy with him, but he had to tie her, especially now that he was planning to go and prepare some food in the kitchen. Food he hopped she would accept.

He had just placed the rope on her left arm, when she brutally sunk the tweezer into his neck. Everything happened in the speed of light. The man didn’t see it coming. No imagined it. She had aimed for the soft part of his neck on his left, and made sure the tweezer drilled into his flesh. She knew a stab in the neck with a tweezer wouldn’t kill him. But she knew it would buy her time to get out of the house and run for her dear life.

And _

It worked. While Ryan was shocked and trying to understand what had just happened, Emily shot for the door and she was out of the room in a blink of an eye.

Ryan sat on the floor. He didn’t bother to go after her, probably because he knew the doors were locked, or maybe he just didn’t care even if she got away. He instead concentrated on the pain stinging in his neck. He had plucked out the tweezer from his neck, and blood was oozing like an open tap.

Danm! How did he not see that coming? The little b***h was more deadly than he had thought. He smiled as he pressed a handkerchief on the wound to stop blood from leaking. He somehow found her courage and thinking appealing. Only a strong and smart woman would pull such move.

Struggling with the front door of the house, Emily just realized that she was not as smart as she had thought. Her well executed plan worked, but only enough reach her at the locked door that stood between her life as a hostage and her life as a free woman.

The door was locked, and she knew the man she had just stabbed was having the keys. “Geez! Why didn’t I think about this?” she whispered hopelessly. A quick peer through the window, and she could see her black SUV parked in front of the house. Her kidnapper had covered the car with a tent in an attempt to hide it from anyone who may recognize it, but the tent was not big enough to hide the whole car, so he only covered the part of the car that faced away from the house.

Seeing her car but not being able to reach it, get into it and drive away from that horrible place, broke her spirit. A tear leaked down her cheek and she slammed her fisted hands into the stupid door in frustration. She then realized that the man she had stabbed had not followed her. She wondered if she had stabbed him so much that he passed out.

Because _

By now he should be on her throat, choking her to death with those strong hands of his for the stupid move she had pulled on him. But, he was not there. Him passing out would be just what she needed. Because that would mean she could go back into the bedroom and get the keys to the door, probably from one of the pockets on his jacket or the tight jean that clung to him like it was just painted on him for the purpose of showing his long and seemingly strong legs.

She stood by the door for a few more minutes, and still there was no sign of him coming for her. She scanned the room to see if she could find something she could use to open the door, but the room was almost empty. Apart from the old sofas which took up most of the space, there was nothing else in the room. The two brothers were no longer living there, so probably it was normal the house didn’t have a lot of things.

She had already tried to open the other door which she assumed opened into the kitchen, but that door was also locked, and she knew the other two doors she had seen along the hallway must have been locked also. So there was no way she could go into the kitchen to find a knife or anything she could use to defend herself or a metal bar to open the front door which would lead to her freedom.

She clenched her teeth and growled silently in frustration. She peered in the hallway and there was still no sign of the man. What is the meaning of this? Did he really pass out? Maybe he is not as strong as he looks. She thought of going back into the bedroom and find the keys, but again what if the man didn’t pass out and he was just waiting for her? Wouldn’t walking into that room be the same as walking into a lion’s den?

She didn’t like the battle that was taking place on her mind. But again standing there hopelessly was not solving anything. Anytime her kidnapper would be back, and the thought of the bustard knotted her empty stomach.

She stealthily walked into the hallway and started heading for the bedroom she had run away from. She prayed she would find the man passed out, and definitely not dead. At the back of her mind, she thought he was more gentle with her and tolerating than his bustard of a brother. So death was not her wish for him. She wouldn’t mind killing her kidnapper though.

They were two rooms on one side of the hallway between the living room and the bedroom she was returning to. She assumed the two rooms were also bedrooms, because the bathroom was on the other side of the hallway.

She was half way the hallway when she head a squeak sound of a door opening, she froze in her step. She couldn’t tell which direction the sound came from. If the sound came from the direction she was coming from, then that meant her kidnaper was back. If not, then it could only mean the man she had stabbed was awake and coming for her. Whichever direction the sound came from, she knew her plan of getting herself out of the house had just botched.

She could hear the sound of her own heart banging against the walls of her chest. She could neither go forward no backward. She could feel her legs giving away. She closed her eyes and whispered, “Let the worst happen.”