out of bitch mode and into scared shitless mode. His eyes were shut and his mouth was hanging open. He was out cold. I heard a clank and a crash as someone else's shot glass fell and hit the table. I looked over and saw that everyone but me was unconscious, some of them obviously going into that state before they had even put their glasses down.
I lowered the shot glass away from my face and looked at Mr. Nischa with narrowed eyes. He was standing in place, still in front of the office door, no expression on his face. He just looked at me and said, "Skal, Miss Jayne."
"Fuck that ," was my very firm response. Skal my ass. I put my arm across Tony's chest to keep him from falling forward and set the glass down on the table in front of me. "I don't know what the hell you think you're doing here, but I am not drinking that shit. And you'd better stay the fuck away from me. I don't care how big you are – I'm not going down and neither is Tony." I could actually feel the adrenaline rising up in my bloodstream, and my heart felt like it had jumped into my throat. I had to swallow hard to make it easier to breathe.
Mr. Nischa reached his arm up and tapped on the door behind him with his knuckle. The door opened and Mr. Dardennes stuck his head out. "Yes, Ivar?"
Mr. Nischa said nothing – just gestured at me with a nod of his head.
Mr. Dardennes looked over. "Ah. I see we have a problem." He opened the door the rest of the way and stepped out. "Jayne, you did not participate in the toast with your fellow passengers ... how unfortunate. We really do need you to drink what's in your glass before we go too much farther into our little trip."
I picked up the glass and dumped the contents on the nice, cream-colored carpet. "Whoops, I spilled it. Bummer. Guess I'll have to sit this one out." I figured I might as well go full-on rebel with this. Drugging test subjects never means anything good, so I figured I was already pretty much dead or sold into slavery anyway ... might as well go down fighting. I unbuckled my seatbelt as casually as I could. I needed to be able to get up and kick some balls if necessary. I wondered if it was a man or woman flying this luxurious kidnapping mobile. If the pilot had testicles, I had a much better chance of getting the hell out of there alive.
Mr. Dardennes smiled – a kind of tired smile. "Jayne, I know how this must look to you, but we find these measures necessary to protect the confidentiality of our operations. All will become clear to you in due time. I ask that you just trust me in the meantime, and take a drink as Mr. Nischa has asked."
I looked at him incredulously. This guy was obviously off his rocker. "You know, you really had me fooled in the meeting and interview; I had no idea you were a completely insane sex slave trafficker. You can tell your pilot to turn this plane around and go back to Miami because I'm not drinking that poison and I will never trust you – you can bet your sweet ass on that." Tony started snoring next to me.
"The drink is a sedative so you will sleep until we land. It will not harm you at all. The flight is quite long. You will be much happier to sleep through it, I assure you."
"Yeah, um, no thanks. Just take me back to Miami. I'm not interested in your test anymore."
Mr. Dardennes sighed. "Ivar, bring her another drink. Make sure she drinks it, but don't injure her." He went back into his office and closed the door.
Boy, did that guy have a lot of nerve. And Ivar Nischa was gonna be sorry if he even thought about trying that shit on me.
Ivar waked past me, back towards the cockpit. I feverishly looked around me, searching for some kind of weapon. None of us had brought anything but changes of clothes in our backpacks – I'd watched everyone pack. Tony had left his gun at the warehouse too, up in the
I lowered the shot glass away from my face and looked at Mr. Nischa with narrowed eyes. He was standing in place, still in front of the office door, no expression on his face. He just looked at me and said, "Skal, Miss Jayne."
"Fuck that ," was my very firm response. Skal my ass. I put my arm across Tony's chest to keep him from falling forward and set the glass down on the table in front of me. "I don't know what the hell you think you're doing here, but I am not drinking that shit. And you'd better stay the fuck away from me. I don't care how big you are – I'm not going down and neither is Tony." I could actually feel the adrenaline rising up in my bloodstream, and my heart felt like it had jumped into my throat. I had to swallow hard to make it easier to breathe.
Mr. Nischa reached his arm up and tapped on the door behind him with his knuckle. The door opened and Mr. Dardennes stuck his head out. "Yes, Ivar?"
Mr. Nischa said nothing – just gestured at me with a nod of his head.
Mr. Dardennes looked over. "Ah. I see we have a problem." He opened the door the rest of the way and stepped out. "Jayne, you did not participate in the toast with your fellow passengers ... how unfortunate. We really do need you to drink what's in your glass before we go too much farther into our little trip."
I picked up the glass and dumped the contents on the nice, cream-colored carpet. "Whoops, I spilled it. Bummer. Guess I'll have to sit this one out." I figured I might as well go full-on rebel with this. Drugging test subjects never means anything good, so I figured I was already pretty much dead or sold into slavery anyway ... might as well go down fighting. I unbuckled my seatbelt as casually as I could. I needed to be able to get up and kick some balls if necessary. I wondered if it was a man or woman flying this luxurious kidnapping mobile. If the pilot had testicles, I had a much better chance of getting the hell out of there alive.
Mr. Dardennes smiled – a kind of tired smile. "Jayne, I know how this must look to you, but we find these measures necessary to protect the confidentiality of our operations. All will become clear to you in due time. I ask that you just trust me in the meantime, and take a drink as Mr. Nischa has asked."
I looked at him incredulously. This guy was obviously off his rocker. "You know, you really had me fooled in the meeting and interview; I had no idea you were a completely insane sex slave trafficker. You can tell your pilot to turn this plane around and go back to Miami because I'm not drinking that poison and I will never trust you – you can bet your sweet ass on that." Tony started snoring next to me.
"The drink is a sedative so you will sleep until we land. It will not harm you at all. The flight is quite long. You will be much happier to sleep through it, I assure you."
"Yeah, um, no thanks. Just take me back to Miami. I'm not interested in your test anymore."
Mr. Dardennes sighed. "Ivar, bring her another drink. Make sure she drinks it, but don't injure her." He went back into his office and closed the door.
Boy, did that guy have a lot of nerve. And Ivar Nischa was gonna be sorry if he even thought about trying that shit on me.
Ivar waked past me, back towards the cockpit. I feverishly looked around me, searching for some kind of weapon. None of us had brought anything but changes of clothes in our backpacks – I'd watched everyone pack. Tony had left his gun at the warehouse too, up in the
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