Anastasia sneezed, desperately hoping that the men had left. No such luck. The next moment, she was dragged out from under the bed.
“So this is where you were, girly.”
Anastasia didn’t say a word, instead glaring at the man who smiled cockily at her.
“We can’t do it here,” the first man said, a rugged-looking man who stared meanly back at her. He had the oddest hair, a Mohawk or something of that sort.
“Nope. Let’s take her to there .” The second man had an outrageously large, obviously fake diamond earring the shape of a dollar sign in his ear.
Mohawk nodded, suddenly pulling out a rag and covering her face with it. “Mmf!” Anastasia uttered as she felt herself losing consciousness. And then there was black.
Unknown to the men, Darren had been unable to leave Anastasia alone, and had followed her into the hotel several minutes after. He was worried, and didn’t want anything to happen to her. He rode in the elevator, heading up to the floor on which their room was. But he didn’t know that in the other elevator, the men had already taken Anastasia out. They had hidden her slim body in a big suitcase.
The elevator doors opened, and Darren hurried to the room to find the door ajar. “Shit. Ana?” he yelled, pulling it all the way open, and discovered that the room was completely empty. “Ana?!” he screamed furiously as he checked the washroom, closet, and other places. She was nowhere to be found. How had he missed them taking her? “I’m such an idiot…” Darren cried out angrily.
He headed out of the hotel and into the car as fast as he could. He would find her, no matter what.
Chapter 6
When Anastasia woke up, all she could see was black. It was somewhat cold, and her nose was itching. When she moved to scratch it, she was unable. Huh? Why can’t I move my hands? Anastasia wondered as she struggled and found that her hands were tied. Then it all came back to her, the kidnapping. Even though her eyes were free, there was no light whatsoever that she could see.
Oh no, I hope Darren is alright. She winced as the rope that bound her hands dragged across her sensitive skin. Before she had been captured, Anastasia had managed to stick her necklace in the pocket of her shorts, and she hoped that it was still there.
She was in a cramped space, and she could barely move her head. Then she realized that she was in the trunk of a car, and they were still moving. The car drove over something bumpy, and her head hit against the roof of the trunk painfully. “Ouch,” she murmured quietly, as the car continued to move.
A few minutes later Anastasia grimaced as she felt the car screech to a halt. There was a lot of mumbling going on outside, and Anastasia decided to pretend she was still unconscious.
Mere seconds later, the trunk popped open, and Anastasia felt the fresh cold air hit her. She strained her ears, but she couldn’t hear any traffic, or any other signs of life other than the two voices of her kidnappers. “She’s still out,” one of them, Mohawk it seemed, said.
“Alright, bring her into the room.”
Anastasia felt herself being picked up, and there was the sound of footsteps as she felt herself being carried. A door opened, a door closed. Her nose was still itchy. Suddenly she felt her hands being untied, but she didn’t dare stretch them or move. She was dropped, and she found herself sitting on a wooden chair. Her legs were untied, and her hands retied behind the chair’s back.
They were just about to tie her feet to the chair’s legs when one of their phones rang. “Hello?” Mohawk answered. “Hi boss. Yeah, we got her. When Tyson comes for her, we’ll kill him too. Okay. Okay. Got it. We’ll take care of it immediately.”
“What does the boss want us to do?” the other man asked.
Mohawk growled impatiently. “Come with me, I’ll tell you in the other room.”
She waited,
“So this is where you were, girly.”
Anastasia didn’t say a word, instead glaring at the man who smiled cockily at her.
“We can’t do it here,” the first man said, a rugged-looking man who stared meanly back at her. He had the oddest hair, a Mohawk or something of that sort.
“Nope. Let’s take her to there .” The second man had an outrageously large, obviously fake diamond earring the shape of a dollar sign in his ear.
Mohawk nodded, suddenly pulling out a rag and covering her face with it. “Mmf!” Anastasia uttered as she felt herself losing consciousness. And then there was black.
Unknown to the men, Darren had been unable to leave Anastasia alone, and had followed her into the hotel several minutes after. He was worried, and didn’t want anything to happen to her. He rode in the elevator, heading up to the floor on which their room was. But he didn’t know that in the other elevator, the men had already taken Anastasia out. They had hidden her slim body in a big suitcase.
The elevator doors opened, and Darren hurried to the room to find the door ajar. “Shit. Ana?” he yelled, pulling it all the way open, and discovered that the room was completely empty. “Ana?!” he screamed furiously as he checked the washroom, closet, and other places. She was nowhere to be found. How had he missed them taking her? “I’m such an idiot…” Darren cried out angrily.
He headed out of the hotel and into the car as fast as he could. He would find her, no matter what.
Chapter 6
When Anastasia woke up, all she could see was black. It was somewhat cold, and her nose was itching. When she moved to scratch it, she was unable. Huh? Why can’t I move my hands? Anastasia wondered as she struggled and found that her hands were tied. Then it all came back to her, the kidnapping. Even though her eyes were free, there was no light whatsoever that she could see.
Oh no, I hope Darren is alright. She winced as the rope that bound her hands dragged across her sensitive skin. Before she had been captured, Anastasia had managed to stick her necklace in the pocket of her shorts, and she hoped that it was still there.
She was in a cramped space, and she could barely move her head. Then she realized that she was in the trunk of a car, and they were still moving. The car drove over something bumpy, and her head hit against the roof of the trunk painfully. “Ouch,” she murmured quietly, as the car continued to move.
A few minutes later Anastasia grimaced as she felt the car screech to a halt. There was a lot of mumbling going on outside, and Anastasia decided to pretend she was still unconscious.
Mere seconds later, the trunk popped open, and Anastasia felt the fresh cold air hit her. She strained her ears, but she couldn’t hear any traffic, or any other signs of life other than the two voices of her kidnappers. “She’s still out,” one of them, Mohawk it seemed, said.
“Alright, bring her into the room.”
Anastasia felt herself being picked up, and there was the sound of footsteps as she felt herself being carried. A door opened, a door closed. Her nose was still itchy. Suddenly she felt her hands being untied, but she didn’t dare stretch them or move. She was dropped, and she found herself sitting on a wooden chair. Her legs were untied, and her hands retied behind the chair’s back.
They were just about to tie her feet to the chair’s legs when one of their phones rang. “Hello?” Mohawk answered. “Hi boss. Yeah, we got her. When Tyson comes for her, we’ll kill him too. Okay. Okay. Got it. We’ll take care of it immediately.”
“What does the boss want us to do?” the other man asked.
Mohawk growled impatiently. “Come with me, I’ll tell you in the other room.”
She waited,
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