No Thanks, I Don't Date Possessive Billionaires (Book 2)

Miss. Captured

"Don't hold your breath, it will take me a while to getting used to being cuffed to a pole," I spat rather sarcastically.

He snickered as he appeared from the dark and stood closely in front of me. His hand reach for my hair and smoothened it down from the root to its edge. I didn't reacted, even though I wanted to cut his hands off, instead I watched him to hide my fear. "You and your smart mouth. What happen to the innocent, petrify little girl?"

"Somewhere in the closet in this house, I didn't take her with me."

His evil smile widens and he gropes my body. Touching my upper waist down to my thigh. I close my eyes and I could hear the sickening laugh of his. I rather die, than let him touch me like that, trust me death would be a less punishment. He got a sniff of my neck and I could feel his breath travel down to my collarbone. He laid his other hand on the back of my head and I forced my head father away from his. He kept a forceful tug as he force my lips into his. I seal and pressed my lips together and it drove him angry, so the next thing I know He slammed me into the wall.

"You don't want to kiss me?" He screamed, slamming me once more into the cold, hard concrete wall, "Huh! Fine bitch, but let me tell you this, that pretty lips of yours aren't going to kiss any one anymore until you die."

A tear slipped from the corner of my eye and I struggled to keep the remainder of it. It's not so much of kissing anyone, but the fat that he just decided how my fate was going to be and it already discourage me from living. With my face wet and me chocking on my own tears, he stepped back and spit on my legs. He left me in the dark basement, crying and cold. He left me wondering who's watching me in the dark and the reminder of my childhood was force to return upon me once again. He left and didn't come back, locking me on the basement of once so called my home.

Present

  I slouched back on the wall and lay helplessly in a painful position. I could no longer cry and I could no longer think straight. I, in that moment, wished somebody would kill me once and for all. I hated the way he's torturing me. He knew my weakness about dark underground basement, limited water resources and little human contact.

  The door suddenly opened with a loud bang and Zeke appeared with a glass of water. I stop bothering to fight back, I was helpless and I lacked in the nutrition and muscle department. He force opened my mouth and poured in the cold water, spilling some down my throat. He wipes his hand on his trouser and grunted in disgust. Yeah I hope you suffer, I thought sarcastically. After all I'm the one tied up in a pole, with lack of human, health and hygiene resources you know. However something happened that miraculously helped me feel some kind of hope, even though it wasn't much. When I stretch my legs, Zeke stumbled upon it and came down with all flat on the floor. That hope at first was when I realized I could finally get back at him, by stumbling him. But you did be surprise when my mind changed. He was too angry to look down on the floor, so he walked and disappeared out the basement. Few second while he climbed up the stairs, my eyes focused on the IPhone lying miraculously on the basement floor few feet away from me. I looked away from it; to prevent any necessary attention and Zeke locked the door and the only light disappeared. I waited a few second, and then my legs went in for a grope in the dark, trying to get that one thing that could save my life. As I reached my feet came in touch with the device; I stopped breathing for a second. Push it toward me as carefully as possible, with my feet; I let it scrape the cold basement floor.

As soon as its reachable, my hand grabs it and press the turn on button silently.  As I have predicted his phone contains a password key, I wasn't completely hopeless. IPhone does let you call emergency number. Since Jesse is out of the picture, my only choice was 911 and with any luck, hopefully they would save me.

I dial 911...

First ring, second ring and then... "Hello this is 911, what's your emergency?"

"I," it feels oddly weird to speak to someone other than my capturers, and I was lost at words, "I-"

"Mam? Are you okay?" The man who put his life in constant distress of hearing people's lost asked, concerned about my well being.

"I don't have much time, but I'm locked up in a basement floor by my dad, please come and help me," I said in a rather calming voice. I was scared he wouldn't believe me, in fact I wasn't sure entirely convince either.

"Mam, this is no place where you can prank call somebody, this is for urgent serious issue only." I thought so.

"I'm not lying," my voice rose up, I directly look toward the shadowed door of unmoving door knob, "Please, believe me. The address is 64083 Kavanagh St. Raymore. I'm not pranking you."

"Okay we will send in somebody to check on you."

"Please hurry, "I beg.

"We will get there a soon as possible, please remain calm and don't cause any more attention to your dad. It could be dangerous." Like I didn't know that.

"Okay."

The phone call ended and once again I was alone. I look up to his lock screen and tried multiple attempts to unlock his phone. It was useless; I had reached my last try and failed miserably. My hope relies on the 911 crew. I slumped my head back, when the knob of the basement knob's rattle. Could they be here already? I thought to myself. With excitement and caution I hid the phone on my pants immediately. My eyes that shone brightly in the case of help, has disappeared as soon as I saw Zeke and An approaching down rather ticked off. "I don't know where the fuck I put it, that's why I'm asking for your help!"

Oh shit! It's the phone. I remain seated and calm, even though my heart was pounding like the beat of a drum. They looked at me and I tried my best to give them an emotionless expression, to subdue their curiosity. I hoped zeke is dumb enough to not realized that he tripped somewhere between an hour ago right in front me.

"An, shut up okay! Just start looking for it," Zeke protested to An who could stop blabbering about his theory on why he lost his phone. One of them theory was that a supernatural force has taken it out of karma for helping kidnapping me. To be quite honest I should be insulted for being kidnap by these stupid, low IQ people. I had no idea they are such a dimwits.

Zeke turned to me and raised an eyebrow as he eye me suspiciously. I looked at him back in the eye, trying my best to hide the fact that my heart was going to break from my ribcage.

"Have you seen my phone?" He asked.

Could he get any dumber than this? If I found his phone I wouldn't tell him. Yeah sure, I would just be like "Yea, I found it on the floor. Here ill give you back the one thing that probably could save my life from nut job like you."

I shake my head, not wanting him to hear my stutter. He nod, watched me some more than disappeared with An out the basement. Relief surged through me as I release the breath I didn't know I was holding.

I don't know what's taking the police so long to

get here, but I was slightly worried. Did they decide I was lying to them? Did

my dad successfully direct their attention away? Questions raises, but I waited. Not so much for Jesse anymore.

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