That Geek Is A Trouble

Chapter 11

He yanked my T-shirt by the collar and pulled me up on the seat. Tears stung in my eyes. But I refused to let them flow. No, I was way stronger than this.

The man behind the wheel turned around facing us. "All set?" He again was beefy. Couldn't they be lean, sickly, twiggy types?

"No," the not so gentle man answered which made me raise my eyebrows. What more was left? I was kidnapped already. And then I saw him taking out zip ties. Oh! The basic rules of kidnapping. How could I forget that? Silly me.

He pulled my both hands and tied them securely. And by securely I mean the zip tie was so tight that it was cutting into my skin. But I didn't make any sound. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction that I was hurting.

Now that I was well tied, the man next to me told his partner to drive. The car smoothly maneuvered out of its spot and in minutes it mingled with shallow traffic with no one noticing the kidnapping of a girl from stark mid of a street. What a vigilant people they were?

As the car covered distances, the fear gripped harder. Then I remembered something safely nestled in my pajama pocket. The tracker. Now Ian was my only chance to be safe. I just hope that he must already have noticed the fast movement of the tracker. All I need to do was to wait. Wait and pray that he will think of something. Till then there was no harm in chit chatting with the two good ole men who oh so charmingly picked me off the street.

Turning towards the man next to me, I asked, "Why did you kidnap me?"

He grunted. Uh huh.

"Who do you work for?"

Grunt.

"Where are you taking me?"

Another grunt. He was talking fine a while ago. What happened now? Am I not a nice person to talk to?

"Why do you all wear black? Is it a kind of uniform?"

He looked down at his clothes. Well, at least I got some response. I was starting to think that my voice was not audible enough.

"What happened to the two other men? You know. The one with a tattoo on his face and another with two different eye colors."

"Shut your trap girl! Or I'll shut it myself!!" Uh huh? I might have hit a soft spot. This was the limit of probing. In many of the movies, I have seen that the stupid female protagonist wouldn't stop saying stuff and ultimately end up getting badly hurt in similar kind of situation. And I'm not dumb to do the same thing. I'm far smarter than them.

I slid back comfortably on the seat. I was panicking inside but on the surface, I was composed. There was no point losing my calm and getting all panicky and hyperventilating the shit out of myself.

We have crossed quite a distance by now. Neither of them made any sound nor did I. If there was an award for the best kidnapping duo and victim I was sure we would have won it.

I didn't have any way to find how much time passed by but I could guess approximately that it was already around nine now by the sound of my hungry stomach. Which by the way was growling making quiet an audio show for my two kidnappers.

It was hard to contain the storm of panic inside me as the time passed. There was still no sign of Ian.

Suddenly, our car felt a hit and it jerked to the right. I turned around as the two kidnappers did too. And to my utter relief, it was Ian behind the wheel of the car which was bumper to bumper with ours. I was never so happy to see his face before.

I was so happy that I leaped out of my seat and hung my head out of the window. "Ian!!"

But before I could see any kind of response from Ian, I was harshly pulled back.