CHAPTER: 02 Kidnap.
1574 Words
REINA
❧ ❧ ❧
What is happening? How did I end up in this situation, and how did they find out my name? I'm sure this is a kidnapping, and they're going to demand ransom money from Daddy.
This isn't new to me because ever since Dad introduced me as his daughter to the public, my life has been in constant danger. There have been three attempts to abduct me already, and that's why they always insist on me bringing Leo everywhere I go. But I refuse! I won't lose my freedom! However, the price of that freedom comes with dangers like this.
"What do you need? Money? How much? Name it, and I'll give it!" I shout at them, trying to calm myself. I need to find a way to escape from them.
I glance at my car to check on Abby. She seems fine, but I know she can't help me because she's too drunk.
I wish she could at least call the police, but she seems knocked out. What should I do? If I run to the car, Abby might get involved in this mess.
"We need you to come with us," the man answers, and I can't see his eyes in the dimly lit parking lot.
"I'm not Daddy's legitimate child, so you won't gain anything from me. But I can give you my bank account," I muster the courage to speak to them, even though I'm extremely nervous.
Despite experiencing this multiple times, I still can't control my fear. No matter how many times I go through this, it's still terrifying.
"Come with us, hurry, unless you want me to blow your head off right now," the man with a gun commands, pointing it directly at my head, making me scream.
"Ah! No! Please! No!" I cry out, raising my hands in surrender.
"Walk," he orders, and I'm trembling. I turn away from them. I feel them tie my hands behind my back and cover my mouth.
"Hurry and walk towards that dark car," the kidnapper commands again, leaving me no choice but to walk towards their car.
In these moments, I can't help but regret not bringing Leo along. I wish I hadn't left the house, and I should've just convinced Charles to pick up Abby.
But here I am! There's no reason to dwell on regrets because, at any moment, these kidnappers could end my life.
"Is there a checkpoint in Central City? It's risky if they see us with this girl. She might talk, or the police might notice," one commented as we continued walking.
"That's what I'm talking to you earlier! You're so dumb. Why didn't you bring a tinted car? Do you want the boss to kill us?" They're arguing, but both of them look equally foolish.
"They brought the van. What am I supposed to do? This order came out of nowhere." They still have time to bicker, but it's my chance to escape. However, I can't run because I know there's a gun pointed at my back.
"Tsk, just put her in the trunk," one ordered, and I glared at them. They have the nerve to put me in that filthy place!
"Hmmp! Hmp!" I want to complain, but my mouth is covered. How do I tell them that I don't want to be in that dark, dirty, cramped space?
"What? You got a problem? Hurry up and get in there if you don't want your head to explode," he ordered, and fear choked me. I had no choice but to climb into the car trunk, but before the guy could fully close the lid, they were alarmed by the arrival of men from the bar.
"Yow! Hahahaha! What's up with you guys and those masks?" I heard one of the men ask, and I quickly counted – there were six of them. They could easily take down these two if they weren't drunk!
"Are you thieves? Kidnappers? Hahahaha!" Their laughter echoed, and because of them, the two men quickly got into their car. One even forgot to lock the trunk, so I had a glimpse of the outside.
I could escape and run, but I felt the car accelerate rapidly, speeding out of the parking lot.
"Hey! Wait!" the drunk man shouted, and they realized something was wrong. They chased us, but the car I was in quickly sped away.
Every passing moment feels like I'm on the verge of death due to intense anxiety. My heart is pounding so loudly that I can't even hear the engine noise.
What should I do? Should I jump from here? But how? They're driving too fast, and there are other cars following us. If I jump, I'll surely get run over.
I find myself immobile due to the tight restraints. I wish I could at least free my hands to signal for help or give a sign to the cars following us that there might still be a chance for my escape. However, my hands are tied, and my legs have gone numb.
These kidnappers seem inexperienced or perhaps just amateurs. There's a chance for me to break free, but figuring out a solution in my current situation is proving to be challenging.
First, I need to free my hands from the ties to have any chance of escaping. My Dad enrolled me in self-defense classes multiple times to prepare for situations like this, but no matter how well you're trained, there's still a moment where you freeze, especially when someone has a gun pointed at you.
I have to find another way before they take me to their hideout; I need to escape now!
I struggle to release my hands from the tight bonds. It's difficult to move quietly because making any noise would surely alert them, and they might notice the trunk of the car being open. If that happens, the chances of my escape will diminish, so I need to jump out of here quickly!
After hours of attempting to free myself, I finally succeeded! I've untied my hands. However, to my surprise, as I peek outside, I realize I'm in a secluded area, no longer on the highway, where I could quickly seek help.
The roadside is covered with mist, and trees surround us. We seem to be heading uphill. The road is flat and spacious, but the surroundings are filled with pine trees. If my guess is correct, this is the path leading to White Peak.
Gosh! Have I been here for three and a half hours? What now? I completely forgot to track our route! Oh my gosh, Reina! How careless of me!
I close my eyes and calm myself, taking deep breaths and removing the cloth from my mouth. I position myself, gripping the trunk cover, searching for the perfect time to jump. Despite the desolation of the road, it's impossible that not a single person lives around here!
"Ow God, please help me," I whisper to myself, waiting for a few minutes, hoping to spot someone. Soon enough, God answered my prayers.
Our eyes meet as a man in a black fitted top and grey sweatpants passes by. He's jogging, and he visibly startles upon seeing me in the trunk of the car.
Without hesitation, I jump from the trunk. The road is somewhat steep, and I roll downhill. The guy quickly comes to my aid.
He grasped my arm and assisted me in standing. Once again, our eyes met, and I couldn't help but gaze into his captivating gray eyes.
"Hey, are you okay? What's happening?" he asked. Before I could respond, I quickly hid behind him as I noticed the kidnappers' vehicle coming to a halt.
"They kidnapped me! Please help me, call a cop, anyone who can help," I frantically told him. However, he seemed incredibly calm, and no matter how hard I tried to pull him to run, he remained unfazed.
"Oh, I see. You need help, so I'll play superhero for a moment," he replied, furrowing my brows in confusion. What's up with this guy? Isn't he afraid?
"They have guns; we need to run and seek help!" I shouted. Despite my efforts to pull him by the arm, I couldn't budge him. How strong is this guy?
"Oh, they have guns? So what?" he asked, turning to me. I saw him glance at my thigh, and when I followed his gaze, I realized my knee was bleeding.
"Wait here; you can hide behind the tree if you want," he said, walking towards my kidnappers.
"Hey, wait! Are you out of your mind?" I asked him, but he didn't look back.
"Maybe? Maybe not," he replied, extending his arm and shoulder.
"Ah, whatever!" I had no choice but to reluctantly walk towards the back of a tree and hide there.
I peeked to see what was happening and closed my eyes when I heard a gunshot.
"Ah! Oh my gosh! Help!" I screamed, covering my ears with both hands. But moments later, the noise disappeared. When I looked again, my two kidnappers were lying on the road, and the guy was on the phone.
I was gaping. What just happened? I blinked for a moment, and it's over? What's going on!?
"Hey! Let's go." I stared blankly at him, and he looked back at me.
"To-to where?"
"To my house. Want some midnight snack?"
Huh? What's that?
TO BE CONTINUED
- Writer
