"You just literally kidnapped her? Just like that?" said a husky voice in a shocked tone nearby.
Seconds later, a slightly familiar voice appeared. "Well, yea. This way, she wouldn't run... Couldn't."
Where the hell am I?
Blurry visions came to Gisselle as she tried opening her eyes. A figure of two boys standing opposite from where she was laying down.
Come on, eyes. Focus!
At last, Gisselle's vision readjusted to where the husky voice belonged to, a boy that looks too short for his age, though very muscular and have a tough look. And there's another one with silvery blonde hair and a very prince-like attitude. His grey eyes were gazing at Gisselle's scared, hazel green ones. Gerald Fernandez.
It was only when Gisselle clutched her hands into fists, she realised that she was lying on top of a bed in a room. A very big one, too. She glanced back at Gerald in confusion. "You!"
Gisselle stomped her feet towards the two men were standing. "Get me out of here, now!" Though she was sweating hard, she could not figure out why was she so angry when most, normal people are supposed to be scared at a time like this. Maybe it was because the kidnapper was Gerald. Her creepy, new classmate.
"No can do, you spoiled brat," smirked Gerald casually as if kidnapping is a normal thing to do. Meanwhile, Gisselle was wrecking her brain, trying to think of how Gerald and his midget friend could pass her two older bodyguards. And what if she will never come back? How will Julian cope up, knowing that she was kidnapped right under his nose?
"Okay," Gisselle was shocked at how quickly her voice turned calm. "then I'll just leave myself and turn you to the cops. I'm very excited to see how the girls will react in school after knowing that you are no prince charming like what they imagined." She stood up and began to run towards the exit. But she couldn't make it. She was immediately pushed back and pinned onto the bed by the other man.
Gisselle struggled to break free. "Ugh, get. off. you. midget," she admit, the man is way stronger than she thought he would be.
She earned an unexpected burst of laughter from Gerald. "A midget you are Bryant!"
Bryant frowned. It made it seems that he was effortlessly pinning the struggling Gisselle. "She's a very loud one. I swear if Gordon ever make me to work with her, I'll burn that old man out of his pants."
Bryant's remaining complaints were unheard able as Gerald's fit of laughter outshone them. "And tell those girls in school, I'd rather be the cool devil king rather than their lame prince charming."
Gisselle thought about how pointless it was for Gerald to tell her that. She could never go back home anyway. Holding back her tears for thinking about home and her father's heartbroken expression the moment he got the news from Muriel, whom he will undoubtedly fire later on, with her two other bodyguards, she asked the question that had been in her head ever since she had woken up from her comfortable dream. "How could you get in?"
"Why ask?" Gerald grimaced evilly. "you will never go back home!"
She knew that, she thought. But when the words came out of another's mouth, she wondered why can it be sadder than the time she thought about them. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks. Bryant let go of her, but there was no hope left in her. No matter how much she struggle, how fast she run, she knew that she would always fail. Just like any other times she tried making effort on things. She lay there, motionless.
"Well would you look at that," Gerald stalked over to Gisselle as he spoke. He took a strand of her golden blonde hair and examined it. "so much prettier when you are this silent. I can even make you my girl if you stay like this forever."
Gisselle snorted as she still had the energy to do so. "Disgusting," she wiped the tears from her face. The door of the room clicked open right after Gisselle said it.
"That's all, boys. I'll take it from here," said a man who was probably in his early 30s, whose face oddly reminded Gisselle of a university's lecturer. And yet, there was something in his voice that made him sound so powerful, the hair at the back of her neck stood up.
Gerald released the strand of Gisselle's hair and his hand fell limply to his side. "You're back, Gordon."
"A very tough mission. But not impossible to solve," he shrugged. "now you two go ahead and do your thing. I'll deal with this one myself."
Gerald and Bryant nodded and walked out of the room obediently. Leaving Gisselle, whom sat up immediately, alone with the so-called Gordon in the not so small bedroom. The aura in the room became less tense for some reason. Gisselle could not let herself stay unfocused, however. She sat as straight as ever, hoping that her pretended confidence would fool Gordon. Gordon casually smiled at her, though. "May I ask? Did they kidnapped you here?"
Gisselle gave a confused look and merely shrugged. Where is he taking this to?
"What do you want? If money is all you want, I got loads of them. Release me," Gisselle muttered coldly, not looking at Gordon in the eyes, afraid that he have the ability to hypnotise.
Gordon seemed taken aback by her response, but kept on smiling anyway. "Please have a drink, okay?"
Gisselle had just noticed the small teapot and two sets of teacups on top of the coffee table in the middle of the room, where Gordon gestured to her. However, she refused to drink.
Gordon sat at the coffee table while pouring tea into both of the cups, if not mistaken, ignoring Gisselle's hesitation completely. He then drank from his cup while staring at Gisselle. Not taking his eyes on her, Gordon held up his index finger, and he did a gesture as if lifting a small, invisible twig floating in thin air. A clattering noise came out of the cup, which was apparently floating as Gordon did the gesture. Gisselle gasped, half shocked, half curious, while Gordon boredly made another gesture of pushing his index finger towards Gisselle's direction, which the cup followed. It stopped directly in front of Gisselle, whose jaw had dropped. Gordon seemed amused by this. "Drink up, now. Don't be shy."
With a quivering hand, Gisselle took the cup. There was a look of satisfaction on Gordon's face as she did so.
"You," Gordon pointed at Gisselle. "you are not kidnapped."