Chapter 35 - Not So Stranger, Danger
The first thing I could think of the moment I opened my eyes was 'I'm gonna die'. But then I told myself not to panic. I knew what happened, well kinda. Someone freaking kidnapped us, meaning Zach and I, before we even got to the airport.
I frantically looked around the area for Zach, but there was no sign of him.
My heart weighed like tons in my chest. Where was he? What did they want from us?
The kidnapper was not alone. I knew that because when they kidnapped us I could hear Zach fighting for the both of us. Knowing his skills with fighting, he probably put up a great fight.
A guys stood in front of me. He was tall and his body was built. But that was all. I couldn't see his face, he was wearing a mask. Even with a mask on, I felt like I knew him.
"You're a coward," I hissed at him.
My wrists were hurting due to the tight rope wrapped around it. I was drowsy, but I forced myself not to fall asleep again.
Right after the words came out from my mouth I felt a sting across my face. When, people said they saw stars when they got hit, I never believed it. But this hit got me changing my beliefs.
It hurt like hell!
I bit my lip to stop myself from whimpering. I was not going to let this asshole see me afraid and weak.
He roughly grabbed me by my cheeks and turned my head harshly to face him.
"You should shut the fuck up, bitch," he snarled.
With his hand tightly around my cheeks, I couldn't exactly say anything. So I did what I could manage. I spat at him.
His face may be covered by a mask but I was certain I pissed him off. His eyes showed rage.
Tips when you get kidnapped: don't test your kidnapper.
He lifted his fisted hand at me, and that was all I could remember before drifting into a not so painless sleep.
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I groaned when I felt my body being released from my slumber. My cheeks stung and so did my eyes. Not to mention, my wrist were burning in pain. I tried to say something but then realized that there was a duck tape on my mouth.
Bastard.
I looked around and tried to examine the place. My left eye was feeling heavier than my right one but I forced myself to suck it up.
Not like the usual kidnap scene, I was definitely not in an abandoned building or warehouse. To be precise, I was rather in an apartment
There were furnitures pushed against the wall. The walls were beige and there was a flat screen, probably 40 inches, television.
"Inspecting the humble abode, I see?"
I craned my neck to the left and saw my kidnapper sitting on a white plush sofa with three other guys. I managed to give them my nastiest glare.
The one who was here since the moment I woke up chuckled and stood up from his sit.
"I think it's time to give your husband a call."
He produced a white iPhone. It was my phone!
"Hey," I said.
Well, more like tried to say. I think it came out as 'mhpeghy'. But what the hell.
The bastard's eyes glinted in happiness as he walked behind me. I couldn't see him, bur I knew he crouched down. I felt his hand against mine. He roughly pulled my hand, just for the heck of it. The rope stung my wrist at the sudden movement.
A muffled scream escaped my taped lips as tears stung my eyes.
No, I will not cry.
I heard a faint sound of ringing as my kidnapper walked to stand in front of me. The small hole on the mask for his mouth showed me his evil smirk. He walked closer to me and placed the phone right in front of my face. He quickly pulled off the duck tape from my mouth.
"Argh!" I screamed in pain.
The bastard was rather amused with the pain I was showing. What kind of bastard was this? Apparently a sadistic one
The ringing stopped and soon I could hear a faint sound of some people silently talking before hushing down completely.
"Jake," I whimpered right away.
The bastard raised his hand and placed it on my mouth, refraining me from saying anything else. His grip on my cheeks were painful making me whimper.
The moment Jake spoke I could feel myself crumble inside. I didn't know if I'll ever see him again.
"Lin, listen. I'm so so sorry. Please come back, Angel. I lov-"
"Jake, help me," I sobbed as the bastard released me.
It was pain to cut him off, especially I knew what he was going to say.
"What?"
Before I could say anything else, the bastard took the phone.
"Jake Grey," he started.
I couldn't hear anything, since he removed it from loudspeaker.
He was silent, meaning that Jake was saying something. The bastard actually had the nerve to chuckle and laugh every now and then.
"My my, Jake. If I were you I would be careful with my words. You might be forgetting. Your wife is with me," He said teasingly.
"Shut the fuck-"
But a hand was placed on my mouth. Once again, I was restrained from talking. Another guy placed another duck tape on my mouth.
"You should shut up, Angel," he snapped as he crouched in front of me.
Hearing another guy call me 'angel' felt like someone was calling me in a swear word. Jt made me feel disgusted. It felt better when Jake was the one calling me in that name. It may annoyed me, but to be honest, deep inside, I loved it.
All in all there were 4 guys in the room with me. One was talking with Jake, and I shall name him bastard, the other one was crouched in front me- he's asshole, and the other two were seated on the white couch with guns in their hands...namely dick and shit.
"Oh. I don't need money. But I do want something from you," Bastard said.
He stopped talking with his eyes on me.
"Keep the insults coming, Jake Grey."
Bastard nodded his head at Asshole. I didn't know what it was but soon I saw asshole hover in front of me. He raised his fisted and hand and once again I was punched straight in the face. A muffled scream escaped my lips the moment his hand touched me. Tears were starting to sting but my eyes refused to let them fall.
"Now it's my time to talk. I want you to come here. Alone, Jake. I will know if you come here with someone," he paused.
A smirk made it's way to his face.
"You don't believe me? Right now you have your gay bandmates with you, your gay best friend and sucky manager."
Bastard released a laugh.
"Now, back to what I was saying. I want you to come here. Alone. No police or bullshit. Be here in an hour. If not, you'll have to say goodbye to your wife and friend. Got it?"
Fury rushed in Bastard's eyes.
"Got it, Jake Grey?" He growled.
My heart was beating wildly in my chest. I was wishing that Jake wouldn't agree and just let this be. If they want him here and not money, obviously they want to harm him. I can't let him, but what can I do? I was now a beat up girl that was tied on a wooden chair with my mouth tied up.
"Good," Bastard said with a chuckle.
That's when I let the tears fall. Jake was coming here. He was going to get hurt. I can't just sit here. I have to find away to release myself.
I frantically looked around the room. There was no sign of something that can help me escape. I harshly pulled on the restraints on my hand, not even caring the painful sting as I moved my hand.
I was not going to let these monsters hurt the guy I love.
A loud banging from the door behind me stopped me from my pulling.
Was the door behind me the front door? No, it wasn't. I saw the three other guys, that came late before the bastard, came from the door in front of me.
"Help!" A male voice said.
Zach.
I tried to twist my head directly on the door, but it was too far behind my back.
Dick rolled his eyes before walking towards the door. Three loud bangs came before harsh words came out from his mouth.
"Shut the fuck up, if you don't want me to kill you!"
"Lin!" Zach yelled behind the door as be continuously banged on the door.
"I said shut the fuck up!"
Soon enough, I heard a door being opened then quickly slammed. Grunts and banging came making me close my eyes.
Zach was getting hurt because of me.
All these scenes felt so familiar to me. The screams, being restrained, and the kidnappers. Who was I kidding? Of course this felt familiar to me because this has already happened to me.
My worst memory that I tried to forget and not remember was happening to me with flashbacks coming back to me.
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She lied on the cold hard floor. I could see blood dripping from the top of her head. There was too much blood.
"Nana!" I cried.
But she wasn't responding.
I tried to crawl towards here but she was too far and the chain on my feet was not that long enough for me to reach her.
"Nana!"
"She's dead, little bitch!" The man howled at me.
Soon enough his hand roughly made contact with my cheeks. A strong metallic taste erupted in taste buds.
Blood.
Tears were continuously flowing out of my eyes.
The floor where Nana laid was now covered in blood. Too much blood. Her skin was pale. Her eyes were opened but she was no longer blinking. Her chest was no longer moving.
"Lin? Lin! What the hell did you do to her?"
"Well, Jake Grey."
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Update! Sorry it took awhile. I kinda had a hard time.
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