My Ruthless Kidnapper

Chapter Seven: Unmerciful

"What a pleasant surprise."

My heart drummed against my chest, I was producing unusual amount of sweat, i think the gun suddenly became heavy at that moment for it was shaking in my hands. My lips parted, supporting my respiratory system.

"What should be your punishment this time? Escaping your bedroom? Sneaking into mine and pointing a gun to my head. I did really underestimated you." He sigh heavily. "Why do you have to make me hurt you?" He frowned, not at all alarmed that i could possibly pull the trigger.

I swallowed, Ignoring the attitude he was applying. "Where were you the whole of today?" I intended to say it with all my strength but my voice deceived me and I sounded like a crying child.

Smirking, he said. "So now you're worried about my whereabouts. Missed me much?"

"Finn, where were you the whole of today." I repeated my words with sniffs as tears filled my vision.

Amusingly—he pop out his brown eyes at me. "So you know my name now, Steph's good at keeping secret I see."

"You're not going to hurt her." I warned him, now I was crying but I couldn't care less.

"Trust me, I'm wouldn't dare. She's my best friend." He winked and began to sit up while I kept the gun pointed to him.

Best friend? I blinked rapidly to the news.

"Surprised?" He smiled devilishly.

"I won't repeat again. Where the hell were you today?" The courage was there even though it was mixed with fear. And very visible to figure in my posture.

His hands lifted up in defense, he still has the amusing expression on his face. "Told you I have a list, and today I have two enemies down."

My breathe hurts, it felt like a mountain was dropped on my heart for the anxiety attack was unbearable, I couldn't see clearly when I asked. "Was it—was it my—my parent?" My mouth couldn't close, my words cracked.

He smiled fiendish. "They're on the list Cheryl, don't be surprised."

How can he be enjoying this? Having a gun pointed to him yet he's bragging about killing innocent people.

"If you'll excuse me, tonight I will dream candy land." He began to lay back when I racked the slide of the pistol to his forehead.

"You think you will sleep." I said to him, trying to stand my ground.

"Hell yes I would." He sassily respond. "Oh wait, are you going to shot? Should I be drinking my last water or worried about my last breath?" He sarcastically appended.

"You have no regret, no fear, no emotions. Do you?" I faintly asked the man smirking at me.

"Told you, I have nothing to lose." He answered, nonchalantly.

"Then i will be honored to scatter your skull into pieces." I used his lines against him.

He exhale a laugh and pressed his lips into a straight line. "Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

Before I could apprehend was he was about to do, his hand came over mine, his index finger over mine on the trigger, that's when I immediately knew I couldn't do it. I couldn't pull the trigger.

"Do it." His voice wasn't calm anymore, it was filled with anger, irritation and desperation.

While I was shuddering, i couldn't even swallow, my breathing was heavy and my temperature was high. I was a coward.

"Do it, or I will make you do it." He yelled, his eyes hold the ruthless glare he had the first day I saw him, the day he shot his worker right behind me.

I startled to the sound of his agitated threat, I was sobbing with a gun in my hand not knowing what to do.

Vivid memories of dad, plays up in my head.

"Stay at least four foot away from the enemy because is easily for a criminal or anyone against you to either dodge the bullet or hit your hand to get loose of your weapon."

"Don't be afraid, don't fear for any consequences because there's none, at that moment you want your life more than anything, because is not for anyone to take."

"Pull the trigger because it's the only option you have, the law will understand, you just have to give a statement or maybe not if you have a detective father." He joked.

"Is okay to be a coward, not everyone is brave to pull the trigger and it's okay, but defending yourself means you will continue to see your family and loved ones, beside you must defend yourself at any cost because I want to hear my pumpkin bringing me visits at my grave everyday."

Watching Finn, I knew I had an option to have a life once again, he killed my parent, he's probably going to killed me next, he said it himself.

Either I put an end to this right now or I get stuck with regret until the last second I have left on earth.

But unfortunately I was a coward, I couldn't do it, I couldn't kill anyone, not a soul, not anything that breaths. I loose the gun and let out a shaky breath just the same time Finn grabbed my wrists—those injured wrists and shoved me back along with him getting off the bed—until I was pressed against the wall.

He hovered and clouded me, gripping my wrists over my head. I screamed and began to struggle but it only made him tighten his clasp. He was hurting me.

"There are consequences for every action, remember? Maybe this will help you calm down a bit." His eyes were dark and before I could think of anything—I felt his lips on mine.

The fear was uncontrollable, i shook my head side to side, trying to escape the force of his lips and tongue attempting to get into my mouth.

If I that was a normal kiss from a guy in school, I'd return for he tasted intriguing. But unfortunately no! This was my kidnapper, thinking he could get away with everything.

If I was breathing at that moment then I couldn't remember because I could only felt my heart deepening to the end wall of my back.

What was he doing?

His hands were big that he tightly twinned my wrists in one of his hand and his free fingers made their way to my chin, cupping my face in his palm.

I pushed and wiggled but his body was between mine, not giving me a chance to use my legs.

Knowing I was helpless—I let out a cry and suck in a breath, that's when his tongue finally got access into my mouth.

He taste like mint mixed with smells of weeds and wild flowers, but who cares? He was about to hurt me and I was helpless.

My instinct was biting his lower lip harder, he groaned but I didn't release, i kept digging my teeth deeper, it felt good to hurt me right? I could revenge even if I couldn't pull the trigger, I still didn't let loose until I felt the taste of blood from his flesh.

"You f*****g bitch." He screamed when I smirk back at him.

"You like rough huh? I will give you rough." He angrily sputter and began twisting my hands behind me.

I attempt biting him anywhere but he shift his head backwards with anger spread across his face, his lip was bleeding that it dripped on my expose chest and the small side of my nightwear.

No matter how much I tried to turn or twist, there was no escape, he was sandwiching me against the wall and he was stronger and unmerciful.

My breathing was loud and my eyes were releasing pool of tears. "Stop." I screamed, scared, my hands hurts, my wrist hurts. He was hurting me.

"Please." I loudly warned the ruthless man whose lips were fighting against mine. Luckily my hand managed to slip out from his grip.

I continued struggling trying to find anything to defend myself and luckily—I found a lamp from a stand, by my side.

With every strength I have, I gathered when I hit him hard on his head twice until the glass shattered every.

His finally loosen and grunt at my attack, his hand instinctively moves to his head—checking for blood when he pulled back.

I think he wasn't the only one after revenge right now, I did do anything to prevent myself from his attacks if possible, I might be coward to pull the trigger but I wasn't going to let some jerk of a kidnapper hurt me.

"f*****g bitch." Irritatedly and annoyed through the pain he repeated his lines.

I did almost laugh but I still wasn't safe so I took the last move to finalize my defense by repeating what I did to him the first time we were alone.

Only this time, I was thousand times angrier and hurting than I was the other day, but he seems to know my moves for he immediately dodged to his side and my knee hit the air.

Before I could think of another defense, everything had changed—he was back in power and I had a gun pointed right to me.

My heart was definitely coming out of my chest, for it was racing and I couldn’t care less, I was about to get shot. He killed my parent, of course I was next.

My eyes were dilated as I watch the fury in his eyes.

“Maybe I should just kill you and get done with this.” There was an edge in his tone and his eyes were burning from flames. “You don’t know how to obey commands, huh?”

I didn’t say anything at that moment. If I said I wasn’t scared I lied for I feared for whatever was next, the anticipation was killing already and I was shuddering even though I was sweating.

Clearly—impatient has rippled through him and he was purely aggressive when he raked the pistol and my eyes instinctively screwed shut . “I will wipe your entire family like nothing as Mason ever lived.” He rushed his words in a whispered, the threat was sharp that sliced my chest I to small pieces. “I will kill you, but not like this—I will kill you the most ruthless way.” He promised and I let out a shaking sobs.

Tears found their release and I was nothing but a defenseless child right in front of my kidnapper.

That’s when the door opened and that’s when I heard footsteps approaching me but my eyes were closed.

Though I knew I was lifted up over a shoulder, but I rather kept my eyes shut than to see the faces of the monsters in black suits.