A grunt leaves my lips and it felt like someone placed a ton of weight on my head. My eyes felt too heavy and I struggled to open them.
Distant voices become audible.
" I can't believe this. "
" Neither can I, man."
" Let me get more beers! "
Fluttering my eyes open, I was able to form a blurred vision. It was dark here and I was laying on something cold.
Probably the tiled floor.
My ankles were restrained by a nylon rope and my arms were tied behind my back in a bruising grip. Wriggling, I try to inhale a deep breath when I find my mouth gagged by a rough cloth which stunned like engine oil.
Dammit!
Trying to control my racing heart, I blink away the haziness to finally look in front.
There was a table and 4 men sat around it.
I recognised 3 of them to be the same guys, while the fourth ones face was blacked by the bottles.
Beer cans, chips and chicken laid on the table. And the men were feeding on it, looking rather too excited about something.
I am surprised they haven't even realised that I was awake.
They must be too elated, for a reason even I am trying to figure out.
" Here! That's all we have in stock. Hope you like it. "
Another guy joins placing a crate of bottles on the table. And slumps down on his seat.
" By the way, do you offer some coaching lessons? I have to learn that upper hook you used to knock out that man the other day. "
The one with the scar says and I see the fourth guy replying in a cold monotonous voice.
" Very soon I will give you a live demonstration of it. "
That voice? Why does it sound so familiar.
" Really? Man you are the best. "
And that's when I see fingers wrapping around the bottle, blocking my view of the fourth person. He picks up the bottle and my heart stopped.
What the fuc*!
Veer's familiar brown orbs stared at me in boredom as he takes a swig from the beer in his hands.
And I blink in disbelief.
With legs wide apart, back leaned and head laid back casually. He was looking down at me , tied and bound without any trace of emotion on his face.
" I am seriously a big fan. It's an honour to have you here today. "
" I always bet on you best! And every fuc*ing time I have won!"
The three men who kidnapped me were busy worshipping him like he is some god. And he sits there like a king, his eyes fixated on me as he takes another swig from the bottle in his fingers.
" Whose that?"
He tilts his has to ask the men and my stomach revolts. Is he with them? Was he not here to save me? What the hell is he doing?
The four head snaps around to look at me and my knees automatically press to my chest.
Their stares.
I hated it.
It made me feel exposed and sick.
" Some bitches just can't mind their own business, bhai. Consider her as one of them. "
A smirk forms on Veer's lips and my entire body trembled from his frigid gaze.
" I can't agree less. "
" So what next? Why is she here?"
Another one speaks this time, taking a break from dumping the food inside him.
" Just look at her and you will know why she is here. Isn't she pretty? And that body of hers fuc*able?"
Disgust fills my insider and I break my eye contact with Veer to rather stare at my feet.
1..2...3....7 tiles in one row.
Total 20 rows.
" I searched but I wasn't able to find anything on her. She isn't even a resident. "
" Isn't it better?We can do whatever we like with this doll. "
140 tiles. Length of each tile is 15 cm.
I could do anything right now to distract myself from their talks. The way they were referring to me, it made me feel so disgusted.
Maths. Yes, I just have to distract my mind.
" And what may that be boys?"
" What do people do with a doll. Of course we are going to get our turns playing with her. "
Volume. Yes. Where was I. Length is 140*15...why...wht can't I calculate.
140* 15
140*15
" We will teach her such a lesson that after tonight she will never middle with others affairs. Rather, she will be begging us to stop. "
140*15
Think. Focus.
2200
No. It's wrong. It's not correct.
Think.
" Bhai. We know you don't entertain bitches like her much, but just look at her. Is she your type? Beautiful girls are everyone's type, right. "
My eyes shoot up to root into his.
He was looking at me with the same coldness, like he didn't even recognise ne.
And then he whispers nonchalantly.
" Nope. I personally detest her. "
Tears sting my eyes.
This bastard.
I don't think I will ever hate a man more than him.
They all chuckle and I look away from him before he could see my tears.
Gulping. I return to my calculations.
2100.
Yes. 140*15 is 2100. It's the length. Now comes breathe.
1./2///3....15 columns.
120 tiles.
Length of each til-
" Man..I can't wait. Hey doll face. "
The one with the scar on his face, gets up on his wobbling legs. Too drunk to stand straight.
And my feet taps the tiles in anxiousness.
He was coming closer.
No.
120*15. Faster. Reinan focus.
I see his footsteps come into my view, the stink of alcohol hits my senses.
" Aggh look up. Show me those beautiful scared eyes dollface."
His disgusting hand was inches away from mine.
And I find my body shivering. When Veer speaks up.
" Stop"
" Do you mind if I?"
" No bhai of course not! She is all yours!"
" Enjoy your night!"
The one with scar retreats, and I could finally breathe. Next I know all men get up from their seats and start leaving the room.
Veer gets up.
And my heart thuds.
Rolling his sleeves up to his elbow, he takes slow dreaded steps towards me. And my body enters into a state of shock.
Maths stands long lost.
As the door behind closes and he crouches down to my level, to stars at my gagged lips.
Not saying anything.
I groan,muffle scream at him . Wriggling in my restraints while he just smirks to raise his one brow.
" You know your silence is much more bearable than your bullshit. "
" Now, what am I going to with you. "
His warm fingers brush my freezing cheek. And I shiver, moving my head to a side.
He is the worst of all.
I should have known.