Mistakenly Taken

Chapter 5

The small private jet that had five window panes decorated,ending near the fanning engines of the plane, a capsule shaped front that Rachel personally thought made the jet look ugly. But she happily hopped on the small staircase that was hanging out of the opened plane door. She was wearing her usual lose tank top and denim shorts as she dragged her suit case along into the plane. She looked to her left and saw the empty cockpit, she carefully studied the sense of the view outside the front screen, the lingering shiny buttons arranged that made the plane fly. She shrieked with embarrassment when someone tapped on her shoulder. It was a tall blond male, with a cheeky smile and broad shoulders fitted into a pilot costume.

“You must be Rachel John.” He smiled at her.

Rachel couldn’t help but notice his handsome features which reminded her of a p**n video with a pilot and an innocent passenger that Rebecca once showed her.

She shook her head, shrugging off every thought, “Yes.”

“This way please.” He gestured her towards the four seats that were placed in a square with two facing the other two. The entire interior of the plane was designed in beige to brown of wooden colors. Rachel pulled over her suit case that she was dragging all along to place it somewhere but the pilot stopped her.

“Please let me.” He smiled at her again, making her a little nervous. She felt strange. No one else was around in the small plane, no air hostess, no other steward or even the second pilot. Her phone rung up, she picked it out of the pocket of her shorts and saw it was Rebecca.

“Where are you?” Rachel asked nervously slumping on one of the seats that faced opposite to the cockpit.

“I am so-so-so sorry… I’m stuck in an important meeting. I can’t make it to London today. But I’ll take my plane in tomorrow and be thereby Monday morning, I promise you. I am so sorry.”

Rachel felt the disappointment in her voice, “It’s okay. Now the flight is going to be extremely boring.” She complained.

“Well… you have Zac, the pilot.” Rachel could feel Rebecca smirking on the other side of the line.

Suddenly Rachel’s brain fried up with what exactly was going on.

“Wait! You didn’t just do this all on purpose.” She asked fuming with anger.

“No! I really have a meeting but when I realized that you’ll be travelling alone with Zac, I thought why not just make it you two.”, Rebecca chuckled devilishly.

“You are such a bitch.” Rachel hissed at her.

“Don’t worry the auto-pilot functions long and I told Zac to be tender as it’s your first.” She laughed out loud.

Rachel’s gaze met Zac stood in front of her holding a long glass filled with champagne. Still holding the phone to her ear, Rachel took in the glass with a nervous smile to which Zac threw a gruesome smirk winking at her, moving along towards the cockpit.

“I am not doing it on a plane.” Rachel whispered to Rebecca.

“Come on, you’re lucky, how many people get the chance of having s*x on a plane?” She sounded disappointed.

“Ah… those who are on their honeymoon or horny on a plane?”Rachel told her back.

Rebecca chuckled light, “Listen, no one’s going to force you but I know Zac, he’s a nice guy. I guess you should just go ahead and get done with your first time so it will make it easier for you to make a better choice as you will then have expectations and something to compare to you know.”

Rachel rolled her eyes at her words, “I guess I’ll just pass.”

“Well… it’s your call.”, Rebecca sighed boredly. “But Zac is good and huge.”

“Ew! How would you…”” Rachel paused for a moment realizing something, “You didn’t do it with him on the plane? Did you?” she whispered carefully getting over her seat and looking at Zac making sure that he wouldn’t listen to her.

“Yuhuh! But it was back when I was in High school.”

“What? How old is he?” she looked at the cockpit again.

“Thirty-three.”

“Oh my God! And how old were you back then?”

“Seventeen! and he was twenty seven.”

Rachel could feel Rebecca smirking on the other side. She was an extremely s****l woman. Even though she had struggles with body image yet she never let it come her way with her s*x life and lost her virginity back when she was only fourteen years old. The longest she ever went without having s*x was when she was in the medical facility being treated for bulimia.

“Oh my God! That is so dirty.” Rachel laughed at the excitement of the story.

“I know, dirty yet sexy.”

“Ms. John, time to turn off your phone.” Zac called out from the cockpit.

“Okay, I gotta go, bubye see you in London.” Rachel told Rebecca.

“Yeah, have a safe flight. See you in London and hopefully a non-virgin.”

“BYE!” Rachel loudly cut the call off and could hear Rebecca laughing on the other end as she cut the call.

The flight was mostly boring with nothing but Rachel reading The Girl with the Gragon Tattoo, playing temple run, serving her own self the food from the oven in the kitchen in the back of the plane. She didn’t want to ask Zac to serve her; because she didn’t want to give him any false alarms.

The guy who could be twenty-seven and do it with a seventeen years old girl, wouldn’t resist to dome. Besides Rebecca might’ve filled his brain with so much, claiming me as the innocent one in the picture here. I definitely didn’t want to be that poor virgin girl from the p**n video who was stuck on the plane with Johnny Sins.

Rachel’s thoughts kept her to herself throughout the whole flight. She was tired and looked at the time and saw there were still four hours left. She groaned in frustration, spreading out the back of the chair and pulling over the comforter. She let her eyes fall down low and slumber took over her.

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“Get up!” a loud voice made Rachel open her eyes from her slumber. She felt the comforter over her body and straightened her back,looking outside the window realizing that the plane was standing still on a dark runway, signifying that it was night.

“Are we in London?” She asked loudly with a raspy voice still looking outside but she couldn’t see any other plane on the runway, which made her anxious.

“No!” a sharp voice made Rachel snap her neck as she turned around and saw two large men in suit standing right in front of her. One of them was a large man, with bald head and a ginger beard, his eyebrow pierced.

He must have a diet plan of 4000 calories per day! Rachel mentally laughed at her own imbecile inappropriate humor.

The other one was also broad and tall but had hair on his head and jaw shaved clean. He looked more sophisticated.

“Who are you people?” Rachel spoke with anxiety. “And where’s the pilot?” she tried crocking her neck up to see beyond the two large men but they stood firmly cutting off her view towards the c**k pit.

The shorter of the two men, slid his hand inside his coat’s pocket making Rachel shrill her spot as she held onto her sides, wishing the two don’t pull out guns, fry her brains out or kidnap her to smuggle her body organs.

But he slid out a black covered badge, opening it and flashing it to Rachel, “We’re the Spanish FBI, we were told that you were smuggling drugs into our country. I’m afraid you will have to come with us.”

Rachel’s breath got caught in her throat, the man’s Spanish accent had gotten into her brain with the fact that he claimed to be Spanish intelligence.

“Where the hell am I?” Rachel asked as her body trembled with fear.

Anxiety had caught up her brain as her guts wrenched into a tight knot.

“Welcome to Spain ma’am, you would need to come with us.”The ginger man spoke seeming a bit anxious with the whole process.

“What? No!” Rachel barked back, “You cannot just take me in like that. I am not smuggling anything, anywhere. I am a nutritionist and this is a private property that you are standing on.”

“Americano!” the shorter man, Anthony scoffed at Rachel, boiling her blood.

“How dare you! Where is Zac? The pilot! Where is he?” she jumped up standing on the seat, higher than the two man, her head hit up the ceiling of the plane as she cried in pain. But stood her ground and gawked over the shoulders of two men looking inside the cockpit. She couldn’t see much but she saw a hand lying limply on the side of the pilot’s chair. The white cuffs of the shirt made Rachel gulp hard as she realized that Zac was unconscious.

“Now, we will ask you politely to come with us.” The vicious looking ginger named Jason asked.

“Who are you people?” Rachel asked as fear creeped completely into her body.

“We do not like to repeat ourselves.” Jason gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw tightly as he spoke. Rachel noticed his angry behavior and her distress increased.

There is no way they are some intelligence people. There’s something wrong going on.

An idea stirred in Rachel’s mind to confirm her theory, “Who is the president of Spain?”

The two man looked at each other confused and then at Rachel’s face in disbelief; wondering if she was out of her brain asking this question at this moment.

“Listen you stupid…”, Jason stepped ahead in anger but Rachel slightly jumped back.

Her body already preparing all her reflexes to channel out the taekwondo she was black belt in.

Anthony held back Jason, “Ma’am, please, don’t make it difficult for you own sake.” He sounded polite but with his thick Spanish accent he couldn’t hide the fakeness to his touch of sophistication.

“Tell me who’s the president of Spain and I’ll come with you guys.” She simply made them an offer.

Anthony took in a breath gulping down his building anger,“Luis Fonsi. Now just come with us.”

Rachel’s blood boiled with stress and anxiety as her reflexes kicked in and she jumped up, throwing her heel on Anthony’s face,hitting his jaw, making him scream in pain as he went flying down on his back.

Jason approached her, but she hit her leg up high, still standing on the seat, hitting him directly on the nose. She was barefoot and could feel her skin contacting directly at the bones. Jason whimpered as he jumped back holding his nose at the impact. Rachel jumped over at him, facing him directly and scratched onto his beard, pulling it down and hitting his bald head with her elbow, this sent Jason down on his knees. Rachel didn’t miss any opportunity and hit him directly in the groin making him screen out loud in pain as he trembled down.

She felt Anthony grabbing her arm but she was quick to turn her leg a 180 degree and kick him on face as he was kneeling on the ground already, she hit his cheekbone which knocked him down again.

She made an immediate run for the door but it was closed.She tried hitting it, forcing it open but it didn’t seem to work. Even though her heart was racing like a manic on the loose, her hands shaking with anxiety crippled all over her system and her breath hitched inside her throat. She was still struggling to get out of the situation. Agitation clouded her brain which made it difficult for her to think.

She looked around for any button on the door but didn’t find any and she definitely knew that she was running out of time. She decided to make a run for the cockpit to lock herself in but as she turned around she felt a strong wave of current jacked up directly in her neck as she shivered and stammered at the intensity of the pain, leaving her paralyzed, unable to even move her hand or even stop it from shaking wildly alongside her entire body.

Black spots appeared in front of her as she saw Anthony holding up the stun gun to her neck. The spots widened and darkened taking over entirely as everything in front of her blackened out and she immediately fell down on her knees, smacking her head on the floor.