until their voices faded completely. Only then did she dare open one of her eyes just a tiny bit. After she confirmed that no one was there, Anastasia opened her eyes completely, taking in her surroundings. She was in some sort of… warehouse? There were huge cardboard containers on steel shelves, and several lights hanging from the ceiling. It was still somewhat dark, despite the amount of lights there were. This was probably their meeting place, or hideout, or drug storage place.
Anastasia remembered she had hidden the phone in her bra. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt it there. She struggled to move her hands, but found that she couldn’t. If only she could press the power button, then she could turn on the GPS. Anastasia groaned as she moved her chest around, trying to push the phone out. It was tough, but she managed to push it out. She felt it shift. Her phone fell out and clattered loudly onto the ground.
“Shit, I hope they didn’t hear that,” she murmured as she used her foot and pushed the phone to the front of her body. She tried to press the power button with the edge of her foot, desperately hoping it would turn on. After several repeated presses, she breathed a sigh of relief. The phone buzzed to life, showing the opening screen almost immediately. Anastasia had never thought she would be so happy to see the AT&T logo appear.
Anastasia kicked off one of her flats, and after wincing about how dirty it was, pressed a toe to the screen. She unlocked it, and pressed dial after finding Darren’s name. She couldn’t hear at all, and she didn’t dare turn the volume up. She saw that someone picked up. “Hello?” she whispered as loudly as she could. “Hi, Darren, please, come get me. I’m in a warehouse or something. Please.”
“Is she awake yet?”
“I don’t know, check.” She heard the growls of her kidnappers.
Anastasia hurriedly covered the phone with her foot, glad that her phone was somewhat small and could easily stay hidden. She didn’t know if her phone had hung up because of the pressure of her foot, but she hoped it was still on. “Hey, girly, are you awake yet?” Anastasia felt someone put a rough hand on her chin, lifting her face up.
She tried to continue acting like she was sleeping, but it was no use. “I know you’re awake. Stop faking.” Anastasia groaned as she opened her eyes reluctantly. “I hope you aren’t going to scream, because there’s no use in doing that.” He snickered meanly. “Ain’t nobody going to come save you now.”
Anastasia didn’t say anything, but merely glared at him.
“You might want to be less rude, for I’m the one with the gun, and you’re not.” He pulled out his weapon, and held the cold steel against her forehead. She softened the look on her face immediately, but her hatred for him still burned strong in her heart. “Good girl, just shut up. When Tyson comes to save you… We’ll kill him and make you watch.” A chill ran down Anastasia’s spine. The man was obviously a sadist, and would not lose any sleep over killing her.
He walked away, and Anastasia desperately stared at her phone, trying to see if the call had remained active. It had. “Please don’t come,” she whispered. Anastasia closed her eyes, hoping that Darren had heard and would not come to save her. She prayed for his safety, and that some miracle would bring them both out of this ordeal alive.
**
Anastasia quickly found out that being held hostage was a somewhat boring affair. After the first hour or so, she was growing tired of being bound to the chair. The rope was chafing her wrists, too. She let out a long sigh. The door opened, and Anastasia’s head snapped up, wondering who it was. She was desperate for some kind of distraction.
From behind the door, three thugs emerged. They looked like part of the gang. They were holding large brown bags with a Chinese food takeout service logo on
Anastasia remembered she had hidden the phone in her bra. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt it there. She struggled to move her hands, but found that she couldn’t. If only she could press the power button, then she could turn on the GPS. Anastasia groaned as she moved her chest around, trying to push the phone out. It was tough, but she managed to push it out. She felt it shift. Her phone fell out and clattered loudly onto the ground.
“Shit, I hope they didn’t hear that,” she murmured as she used her foot and pushed the phone to the front of her body. She tried to press the power button with the edge of her foot, desperately hoping it would turn on. After several repeated presses, she breathed a sigh of relief. The phone buzzed to life, showing the opening screen almost immediately. Anastasia had never thought she would be so happy to see the AT&T logo appear.
Anastasia kicked off one of her flats, and after wincing about how dirty it was, pressed a toe to the screen. She unlocked it, and pressed dial after finding Darren’s name. She couldn’t hear at all, and she didn’t dare turn the volume up. She saw that someone picked up. “Hello?” she whispered as loudly as she could. “Hi, Darren, please, come get me. I’m in a warehouse or something. Please.”
“Is she awake yet?”
“I don’t know, check.” She heard the growls of her kidnappers.
Anastasia hurriedly covered the phone with her foot, glad that her phone was somewhat small and could easily stay hidden. She didn’t know if her phone had hung up because of the pressure of her foot, but she hoped it was still on. “Hey, girly, are you awake yet?” Anastasia felt someone put a rough hand on her chin, lifting her face up.
She tried to continue acting like she was sleeping, but it was no use. “I know you’re awake. Stop faking.” Anastasia groaned as she opened her eyes reluctantly. “I hope you aren’t going to scream, because there’s no use in doing that.” He snickered meanly. “Ain’t nobody going to come save you now.”
Anastasia didn’t say anything, but merely glared at him.
“You might want to be less rude, for I’m the one with the gun, and you’re not.” He pulled out his weapon, and held the cold steel against her forehead. She softened the look on her face immediately, but her hatred for him still burned strong in her heart. “Good girl, just shut up. When Tyson comes to save you… We’ll kill him and make you watch.” A chill ran down Anastasia’s spine. The man was obviously a sadist, and would not lose any sleep over killing her.
He walked away, and Anastasia desperately stared at her phone, trying to see if the call had remained active. It had. “Please don’t come,” she whispered. Anastasia closed her eyes, hoping that Darren had heard and would not come to save her. She prayed for his safety, and that some miracle would bring them both out of this ordeal alive.
**
Anastasia quickly found out that being held hostage was a somewhat boring affair. After the first hour or so, she was growing tired of being bound to the chair. The rope was chafing her wrists, too. She let out a long sigh. The door opened, and Anastasia’s head snapped up, wondering who it was. She was desperate for some kind of distraction.
From behind the door, three thugs emerged. They looked like part of the gang. They were holding large brown bags with a Chinese food takeout service logo on
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