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I woke up laying my face on a cold dark surface of the room floor, a body lying sideways on the floor facing doors, with cold hands tied on my back and blindfolded. I heard footsteps approaching could hear the sound from the floor where I laid footstep stops heard the jingle of the keys opening the doors cant see beneath.
I can recognize it as a woman, not a big phase closer to the table, placing something on top heard the sound of a plate. I was forced and I fought back I got a very hard slap on my face and my lips were still in pain my whole body was paralyzed on that cold floor tied since last night as far as my memory was still accurate.
The sequence I still remember right now my muscles been cramped, I heard few steps seems she stood in front of me I can recognize footsteps
"Please don't hurt me or touch me" as I speak that almost whispered the aroma of food filled the room
She dragged me up and placed me on a chair. She switched the knot and tied me to the armrest of the chair, facing the table where the food was placed. In front of me was my first meal of the day, since I was kidnapped. I still feel pain in my body, my jaw still aches. The pain in my body was everywhere, and my reflexes were limited.
I am confused about how I end up being here in this situation sitting on this chair like it's going to be the end
" I can eat with my own hands" I stubbornly insisted that even the fact I can't. I was still tied on the chair both of my arms"stay away from me"As I pulled my hands swayed shoulders away from her,
"why...I am an ordinary person. I cannot even remember my parents’ face anymore and how their faces looked like when I was little, I am a normal kid. Now, I am a fully grown woman working as an office staff on a private company having a regular salary enough to survive myself living on my own.
I am not famous nor have enemies, but why do you have to do all this kidnapping me like this! It's barbaric my human rights are gone!" Yelling her still blindfolded. Asking myself what I did to cause all of these problems. Did I make someone or do to a person really angry pissed at me and I ended up being kidnapped
"I don't have any slightest idea, what's wrong with you people!"Pleading myself but never heard any response better talking on walls; the walls have their ears".The woman removed my blindfolded cloth, and she placed aside on me.
I slightly bend my body to stay away from her, putting pressure to untie myself from that chair looking at her with a blurred vision in front of me standing seeing her eyes, staring at me the only part of her that I look straight deeper. Are only her eyes she's wearing a cloth mask, covering her face
I am sitting there staring at my food looking; it's still hot the smoke rises she gave me a coat. She knew that the place was cold. I felt cold I tried not to think, but I am no longer near my place. I was someplace far away; my instincts said something I felt. I am no longer in my own country, but I still have in my office dress my skirt and long sleeves, with dirt and stains of blood.
I took a glance, as I looked around it was dark, having the light only from a window of broken glass. Shed light directly from behind and the table where I am sitting staring at my food is a doubtful eating poison in front of me. I am confused wondering and at the same time was angry-looking at this woman in front guarding keeping an eye
I manage to keep my mind busy, estimating looking up above the ceiling of the house it's a big old house with a high ceiling big windows antique furniture placed. The door was wide open, I took a glance outside saw the big piano the woman step in where I am looking blocking my vision and my curious mind outside"eat" I heard the woman speaks in different sound the way she speaks the word
I started to wonder if I am really outside the country or if I passed borders if, in my worst-case way of thinking, did she understand me? She stares outside, where my head is headed and staring at the piano. I looked at my hands was tied still by applying my weak strength pressure, which could happen. So, I could escape with my feet on that chair.
I wanted to eat, but my hands were tied and cant moved on that chair. The food smells good cooked and well prepared guess its from the kitchen from this house
I started to bend over in front start dashing my face to the plate started picking the food on my mouth, and the woman walks closer she holds out the spoon for me to eat. I refused and nod I looked away, but she pulled along a very sharp knife from her knees. I was so scared looking at the blades shine hit by the light that came behind a sharp knife-like, I have no choice.
I close my eyes to hold my breath, because I know what is next. A few moments I felt a hand holding my arms releasing one arm from the tied upon chair"eat!"I open my eyes I searched the woman was not around anymore looking at the big black shiny piano outside a shiny floors
I wonder why this big window behind me, having a big hole on it, someone throws a big rock from outside. To create damage to this beautiful high and tall glass window, we observe. I realized I was in somebody's room or could be someone's room, but what happens to that window? I stop looking around instead, I started to hold the spoon and eat I felt my stomach is growling
I have never had an idea about what happened to me. I was unconscious that night; the last thing I remember someone's grab at me from behind a strong masculine arm holds me. I fought back, so he pushed me against my car door.
I kicked him, he grabs me, and he hit me, with a strong slap the next thing. He covered me with a handkerchief in my mouth. I could not breathe nor fight; my knees weakened when I inhaled that piece of cloth that covered my mouth the last piece of my memory.
I remember that night, I fought back, but I could not remember if I fainted that big, strong slap or that piece of cloth covered my mouth and lost consciousness.
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I still look around after I ate, suddenly a hand running on a few strands of my hair that wakes me. Wondering, who was how I slept in that position? I have tried to open my eyes. I recognized a man; he smiled at me holding his walking stick and his tobacco pipe and his hat placed in front of the table where I eat and fall asleep tied on that chair while looking at him wearing a smile on my face. He was a big old man in his seventies.
I started recognizing with blurry vision, two guards outside guarding doors for him. I rubbed my eyes gently to see them clearly and face to face.
"Hello young girl" I heard the calm voice he smiled at me. The click sticks to his fingers to release me.
"Did you like your food?" He said blowing his tobacco pipe smoke mixed up with the air-vanished smells that remain through the air and he looked back at me.
I feel intimidated started to get scared now that I am fully awake, and over me, a thick, enveloped I looked at him. I was hesitant at first, but I am curious about what is inside, but the reason why I am kidnapped was my first concern. I began to look at papers and photos. I took a closer look at my old house when I was a little.
I remember that I am playing in front of that house.
"It was your parents' house, "He said blowing his tobacco again releasing smoke high disappears in the air.
"Where did you get all these pictures?" struggling with my vision of him.
"your father and I are brothers," He said unpleasant saying it, his face tricked me
"you knew my parents?"I know he drags my interest and reads my mind for my chance to escape, but he had my full attention now, especially on what is my situation right now knowingly if his uncle could help and answer those questions. He looked at me, I saw his jawline gritted through his teeth he tried to reach my hand said calmly
"marry my daughter," He said my jaw dropped.
I took away my hands right away from him, right from those words echoed my ears like I am struck by lightning and travels towards my feet, leaving me a stoned. I pay back attention to him It's some kind of am I twisted of my entire whole being, a man asking and begging to marry his daughter it turns out to be some kinda very crazy idea of an old man.
"Please Help my daughter"I was so shocked I'm the one who was been kidnapped and I'm the one who needs help but seems to me that I'm not the one who needs to be helped here but otherwise"please...He said again an old man having teary eyes begging for help to save his daughter's life
I remember my parents if they would do the same thing for me, but I realized they were no longer here, like this an old man in front of me asking my help to save his daughter's life. Rubbing my eyes again, blurred vision turns worst without my glasses, felt restless cannot see clearly wherever I starred far. I only got blurred vision that could not be any better. Maybe they hit my head, so I got this worst vision
The old man waves his hand to his guards a tall fitted gorgeous woman coming out of the door appearing in front of us from the lights of that broken glass window, somehow it helps me to look at her closer. The woman standing in front of us looked at me, she walked near, she gave me eyeglasses, a calm sense, quiet decent woman like her father.
I was so speechless when I saw her face on with limited lights she was so amazingly beautiful stunning so pure in a way, those brown sexy eyes hazel eyes that long beautiful curve eyelashes fine expensive business suit she looked like a doll, a living doll...
I stared at her to think that the people who are they dealing with I do not have any clue why I instead marry a man. The worst part is her damn cousin, which is worse than ever before. I was a survivor since my childhood days heard lots of bad news through many worst-case situations, but this one is more deliriously gone crazy on me in a way I am kidnapped and meet other relatives that never heard of them once or they ever did exist.
All I know is, I don't have relatives but only a few friends, but kidnapping me is the other way of saying we have a reunion"come it's not safe here"The old man speaks he wave his hand leads the way putting his hat stand along with his walking stick carrying his tobacco pipe cigar.
I started to follow, but his guards are so mean that they grab both of my shoulders held me up, escorted me as I followed the old man. Saw his daughter a well-mannered woman holding his father's arms as they walk.
I followed them, but there was a fine line between them. His daughter was a young, very gorgeous woman who carried herself well and had some qualities of her father kind but a fine line between somehow dominant.
A person, like his father, knew more wealth in life, seeing them the way they behave carry themselves and what they want to get an ideal woman, that any man could have and die for but still thinking instead of a handsome man to marry.
Why I, this old man asking and begging, help me marry his daughter but why not a man instead of me. I fainted as we walked along with his guards carry holding my shoulder the part where my glasses shattered into pieces.
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