My Kidnapper's brother

Chapter 4

Emily couldn’t tell how long it had been, but she knew an hour had passed since her kidnapper left her with his brother in the room. She was still tied to the chair, unable to move her arms and legs. She had started feeling her arms becoming numb.

The awkward silence in the room was only occasionally broken by the typing sound of the keyboard as Ryan worked on his computer. Ryan was a talented computer software engineer who spent most of his time on his computers when he was not lecturing at Melvege University where he worked as a lecturer.

He had taken this awkward time to work on some of his old projects that were still on that computer.

Emily was lost in her thoughts as her mind took her back home. She was worried about how her father was going to handle the news of her k********g. She knew the man loved her too much to get her out of any endangerment. But she also knew the man was financially crippled.

The three million dollars being demanded for is probably what the old man has to his name. And what did the man mean when he said her father gets away with any crime. As far as she was concerned, her father’s hands were free of any criminal offenses. Is there something that I don’t know?

She couldn’t think of anything that her father might have done to offend someone so much to want to get back at him and demand for three million dollars. Her kidnapper is just probably a broke bastard who wants to rip where he didn’t saw, she thought.

Her face dropped as she recalled the afternoon she was kidnapped. Her father was cheerful as he gave her money to go get herself new clothes so she could look her best on her first day at work at his company. The old man had further offered to drive her to the boutique, but she insisted to go alone. Maybe if I had listened to the old man, maybe I wouldn’t be here today. I would be at his company doing what he had always wanted me to do. Managing his finances.

She snapped herself out of her thoughts. This was no time for regrets. She licked her dry lips and drifted her gaze from the floor to Ryan, and caught him staring at her. She could only see his brown eyes, revealed by the two holes punched in the balaclava mask he was wearing.

“Are you hungry?” Ryan asked. His brown eyes where fixed on her.

His question caught her by surprise. She somehow didn’t expect him to offer her food. She cleared her throat and said, “Look Mr. watchman, if you really care for me, why don’t you just untie me and let me go back to my family.”

“When you are hungry you will let me know,” he said and dropped his gaze to his to the monitor.

She opened her mouth, but immediately closed when she fell short of words to say. She was not sure either to be mad at him or appreciate him for caring to offer her something to eat.

He loosened the mask from his nose. The bloody mask was depriving him of the cool air that had filled the room. He hoped whatever his brother was doing would be done soon so he could pull the funny mask out of his face.

Minutes went by and neither said a word. Emily was absorbed in her thoughts again. Only that this time she was contemplating if she could do something to get herself from that place. There was no way she was going to let her father lose three million dollars to some loser who wanted to reap where he didn’t saw.

She wasn’t even sure if her father had that amount of money. Neither did she know what her kidnapper was planning to do with her in an event he failed to get the money he wanted. She didn’t want to dwell much on the worst her kidnapper would do to her. But she had to do something…

She lifted her head and cleared her throat. “I would like to use the toilet,” she said.

Ryan regarded her as if he wasn’t sure what to do with her. His brother had not told him what to do with her in an event she wanted to use the toilet. She wants to use the toilet, but she is tied to a chair. Ok, so I have to untie her and let her go to the toilet.

“Hello! I said I want to use the toilet,” she repeated.

“Wait for my brother. He must be on his way back,” he didn’t want to look at her as he spoke.

She narrowed her eyes in disbelief. “I don’t think I can wait. I think I have developed a running stomach”

Ryan studied her for another moment, and then said, “Ok. This is what we are going to do. I will untie your legs so you can walk to the bathroom, but I will have to tie your hands together.”

She eyes in shock. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Ok, so does that mean you are going to help me?”

“Help you with what? he asked blankly.

“I like my ass cleaned after using the toilet. But I don’t see how I will manage to do it with my hands tied together,” she was gazing into his brown eyes as she spoke. She had wished he was not wearing the mask so should see his facial expression when she had delivered her lines.

“I am going to release your legs first, and then your hands.” He said as he sprung from his chair. “I will escort you to the bathroom and I will wait for you in the hallway. Don’t try to be funny.” His voice was deep just like that of his brother.

He walked to where Emily was seated and knelt in front of her legs which were tied together and bound to the front legs of the chair.

Emily was wearing a white floral dress with Pink, Red and Yellow flowers. When standing, the dress barely touched her knees. In her seated position, the dress had slight gone up, revealing a quarter of her long and silky thighs.

As Ryan carefully unknotted the nylon ropes on her legs, his gaze strayed on her taut and hairless thighs. He quickly drifted his gaze to the ropes he was working on. As he rose to start untying the ropes on her arms, his unzipped leather jacket flapped and blew a scent she was very familiar with.

“Bleu de Chanel,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Blue de Chanel, your perfume. I think it smells good, my father loves it.” Bleu de Chanel was her favorite of all father’s collection of perfumes. She believed it made her father feel powerful and confident when he wore it.

“Thank you,” he said timidly. He had just finished untying all the ropes on Emily. She was now free and she stand up. He towered in front of her. “After you,” he said as he pointed her to the door.

Almost ten minutes had passed since Emily entered the bathroom. Ryan was standing in the hallway a few feet from the bathroom door, impatiently waiting for her. He had heard her flush the toilet twice, but she was not coming out. He knew there was no way she could escape, because the only window in the bathroom was well secured with wrought iron bar.

While in the bathroom, Emily was busy looking around for anything she could use as a weapon. But other than a glass shower cubicle in one corner, and the toilet pan, the room was almost empty.

“Do you usually take this long just using the toilet? She heard him shout from the hallway. He sounded impatient.

“I told you I have a running stomach!” Emily shouted back. She wasn’t surprised he asked. She knew soon or later he would. In one corner, her gaze landed on the toilet plunger with a wooden handle. She knew the plunger would be useful, but she needed something small and sharp. She wanted something she could hide on her body.

Geez! There is got to be something small.

Her gaze cut back to the window implanted in one of the walls. A smile popped on her face when she saw an old stainless steel eyebrow tweezer placed on the window sill. Perfect! Just what I want. This will do, she thought as she grabbed the tweezer and slid it in her narrow cleavage.

Ryan was about to go and knock on the bathroom door when he heard her flush the toilet again. He quickly moved away from the door and waited for her to come out. The door swung open and she stepped out.

She looked up at him. “Did I take too long?” she asked with a smile drawn on her face.

Ryan swept his gaze over her for a moment. “After you,” he said, pointing her to the bedroom where she was being held hostage.

Emily obliged and headed for the bedroom. And Ryan was right behind her.

I know you seem to be a nice guy, and your brother has just dragged you into this. But since you have also refused to let me go, I have no option, but to find my own way out, she thought as she walked to the bedroom.