Abducted for revenge, Bound for love

Chapter 6

The door to the room opened once again. Abigail was both glad and disappointed it was not the same man who appeared on the threshold.

The silent tattooed gorilla was back and he still didn’t look ready to voice any words. In fact he looked almost pissed as he walked towards her and lowered himself to his haunches before revealing a key he was holding in his hand.

“What’s going on?” she asked nervously. 

As usual the man did not say a word. He proceeded to unlock the cuff on her ankle before returning to his full height and gesturing with a wave of his hand that she should get up.

“Where are you taking me?”

The man frowned in anger and gestured again, more violently this time. He wanted her to stand up and follow him. When she still didn’t budge, an exasperated gorilla reached down and grabbed her arm in a painful grip and pulled her to her feet before literally dragging her out of the room.

It was the first time Abigail was seeing any other part of the house where she was being held. And even though she should have probably been paying more attention to her environment, she was too busy struggling with the gorilla dragging her along a long hallway. 

“You barbaric swine! Let go of me. Where are you taking me?” She was almost breathless but that did not stop her from screaming the house down.

“This is inhuman! There are laws against this. Let go of me!”

“Will you please shut up?” a very calm voice said behind her. She knew that voice. Even though she had only spent minutes in the man’s presence, she could already recognize his voice and the effect it had on her. 

Sure enough, she turned her head and came face to face with the man. He stood feet apart with his hands clasped in front of him casually. In full light now, Abigail could clearly see that he was even more breathtaking than she had imagined. The poor lighting in the room had hidden much. The combination of his light brown eyes and five o'clock shadow covering his jaw was mesmerizing to say the least.

She mentally recoiled from her own appreciation of the man’s looks. Settling in for anger, she gave him a glare that would freeze hell itself.

“Where are you taking me?” she demanded in a low clipped voice.

The gorilla had stopped walking, as though awaiting instruction from the man. Abigail tried to yank her arm away, but he only tightened his hold.

She winced at the pain then demanded even louder. “Where the heck are you taking me now?”

“I asked you to stop shouting. You are disturbing the peace.”

Abigail looked at him with incredulity pasted on her face. She quickly recovered and responded, “I will blow your eardrums…if I don’t start getting some answers.”

Lorenzo casually started walking towards her. “I had no idea you had gotten so attached to that room. I thought you would appreciate better accommodations.”

“What I would appreciate is some answers. This goon of yours doesn’t say a single word.” She finished in anger with a violent pull on her arm that only resulted in the said goon tightening his hand even more, as though that was even possible. Abigail began to wonder if her arm would fall off any second from lack of blood circulation.

“Well.” He smiled at her even as he continued to take one slow step after another. “I once heard of a president that castrated his bodyguards to ensure their loyalty and devotion to their work.” He watched her carefully.

Abigail’s eyes widened in horror. “You mean…” she whispered and looked at the man holding her while she brought her other hand to her throat unconsciously rubbing her neck.

Lorenzo tried to stifle the laugh that was beginning to bubble inside of him, but when he saw the pity in her eyes and the silent chuckle of the man she was feeling sorry for, he let loose and laughed.

Abigail jerked her head back in his direction in anger. “It is nothing to laugh about! You are heartless.”

Her outburst only served to make him laugh harder, even Louse, the man holding her, vibrated with a serious silent chuckle.

She frowned and regarded the two men. “What am I missing here?”

Lorenzo wiped at a tear from the corner of his eye. “Oh God, your facial expression is priceless. I can only imagine what went through that imaginative mind of yours.” He looked at the other man and pointed. “He is mute…from birth I must add, before you assume I had anything to do with it.” He chuckled again.

Abigail was pissed. “You did that on purpose,” she accused.

Lorenzo shrugged. “I will take it from here Louse, you can go,” he addressed the other man. Who quickly dropped her arm and walked away.

“Take what where? You still haven’t answered my questions,” she said frantically even as she massaged her now free arm.

“Shut up.” His voice was low and flat. He now stood in front of her and looked down at her.

“You listen here, mister…I don’t know how you live your life, but this is not acceptable. There are laws…” she yelped suddenly when she found herself unceremoniously lifted over the man’s shoulder.

“What the hell! Put me down!”

Lorenzo began to walk down the hallway casually, and at ease as though he was not carrying a full grown woman over his shoulder.

She struggled and hit his back with her fists. “I said put me down!”

“Your shouting is really beginning to get on my nerves, I must say.” He calmly stated.

She wiggled and struggled in his hold as hard as she could but it was pointless especially with how weak she was feeling. There was no way to fight the man and win.

She noticed they entered what looked to be a very lavish male decorated bed room. Every horrible thought began to enter her mind. 

The man walked through the bedroom into the ensuite bathroom and practically dropped her on the posh soft bathroom rag. She gasped in shock and looked around nervously.

It was the kind of bathroom you admired in classy magazines or fancy hotel rooms. All the surfaces were white and sparkling in the fluorescent light. The room was big enough to host a small crowd of ten with ease, but it was the giant bathtub that caught her eye and almost made her moan. She would give anything to get into that bathtub and soak in some scented hot water.

Lorenzo followed her gaze to the bathtub and smiled to himself before he rearranged his features to a more neutral look. “I suggest the shower to rinse off the worst of it before you attempt the tub,” he said in an almost bored tone.

His voice startled her, as though she had been lost in thoughts just looking at the tub. Now she glared at him again.

Lorenzo sighed, he was not in the mood to enter another shouting match. He turned to exit the room and said over his shoulder. “Get yourself cleaned up then I expect you to be ready to answer my questions.”

“I have no answers to give you,” she retorted sharply, having remembered her anger and stopped admiring the bathroom.

“For your sake you better come up with some. You will stay here from now on, in this room.” He turned and looked at her from the doorway.

Abigail looked around and saw the toothbrush and cologne on the white marble vanity unit. She had a sinking feeling she did not want to know who occupied the room but she asked anyway, “Whose room is this?”

The man smiled at her all-knowing. “I am sure you don’t need to ask. It certainly isn’t the gardener’s.”

She swallowed hard and fought to keep her voice normal. “Why am I here?”

“Because I believe in keeping my enemies very close. And you will not be the exception. In fact…you will have the honor of sleeping in my room, where I can watch your every move.”

A deer caught in the headlights would not have looked any different from the expression on Abigail’s face. She was finally speechless and watched almost in daze as the man left the bathroom, giving her one final jerk of his head towards the shower unit to remind her what she was to do before he closed the door and she was left to her troubled thoughts.