The world spinned around me as he stepped closer, his tall figure moving close to me. Fear gripped my chest, squeezing tighter with each heartbeat. I could barely process what had just happened. One moment, I had been a naive college student; the next, I was entangled in a nightmare that will put my life in danger.
"Come on," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Let's get you somewhere safe."
Before I could process his words, two of his men stepped forward, imposing as they moved to either side of me. My instincts screamed at me to fight, to scream, but the dangerous intensity of Luca's gaze held me in place. I felt like a deer caught in a cage, I was completely shivering in fear and the uncertain reality of my situation drown on me.
_Mum and Dad where are you. Come and save me, I am going to die. I screamed not aloud but in my head.
I felt very relived that Sarah was not around when they came, I noticed that the man was looking around that room and I am sure it was for Sarah.
I didn't know my fate after this incident, but I was very happy that Sarah whose mum would have died if she was missing was not there. My stepmom didn't care if I return home. She had been finding ways to send me out anyways.
I felt a jolt of anxiety through me, but before I could utter a word, the men grapped my arms firmly, guiding me away from the alley and into the bustling streets. I glanced back over my shoulder, but Sarah was nowhere to be seen.
As we walked, I tried to gather my thoughts. This wasn't just a simple kidnapping. I was being taken by a murderer, and I had no idea what they intended to do with me. Each step felt heavy, as if I were moving through sticky mud.
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We approached a luxurious building, the glass gleaming the reflection of the moon light. My heart raced as we entered through the grand doors, the interior stunned in warm golden light.
"Bring her to the conference room," The man instructed, his voice commanding and fearless. I fought against the rising wave of fear, but it moved quicker than I had expected, leaving me gasping for air.
As we walked through the polished corridors, I could see opulent art pieces and extravagant decor, the kind of luxury that felt completely foreign to me. It was hard to for go the beauty around me with the reality of my situation. My heart raced, anxiety bubbling within me. What would happen next? What did the man want?
Finally, we reached a large door marked with gold lettering that read "Executive Conference Room." The men opened the door and ushered me inside. The room was lavishly furnished, with a long table made of dark wood and chairs covered in rich leather. Large windows showing the beauty of the city.
"Sit," He commanded, his voice low and intense. I hesitated, glancing around the room as if it might offer some sort of escape, but his dangerous gaze made it clear that escaping was not an option. I slid into a chair at the far end of the table, my heart pounding in my chest.
He leaned against the table, crossing his arms, his expression calm but intimidating. "Now, let's talk about what you saw tonight."
I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I met his gaze. "I didn't see anything," I lied. "I was just… I was just passing by."
"Passing by?" he echoed, moving his head slightly, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "That's an interesting coincidence, considering you were right there when my men were handling a problem."
His eyes were intense, and I could feel his stare piercing through me. "Please, I'm just a college student. I don't want any trouble."
"Trouble is exactly what you've found yourself in," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerously low tone. "You witnessed a crime, and now you're a liability."
I felt a shiver run down my spine at the word "liability." The reality of my situation moved over me like a wave, I was taught in school. "I—I swear I won't say anything. Just let me go!" I begged, my voice trembling with fear.
He straightened, leaning closer, his eyes narrowing. "You don't understand how this works, do you? You've seen too much, and you're not going anywhere until I'm satisfied with your answers."
My heart raced, panic pulling me from inside. "What do you want to know?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
His lips curved into a cold smile, but there was no warmth in it. "I want to know everything you saw, Every detail. And then, we'll decide on what to do with you."
I felt the room close in around me, suffocating in its threat. "I didn't see anything! I swear! I just stumbled into it!" The words spilled out in a rush.
"Stumbling into it, huh?" He mused, his eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and something darker. "You were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, tell me, what you saw?"
My heart skipped beat. As he looked at me intensely, his face looked familiar. I had seen him before but where. I tried to recall, but the sudden bang on the table sent me back to life. "I—I didn't see anything," I stammered, but my voice lacked confidence.
Just like whenever my stepmom wanted to beat me and she was demanding the truth. I use to sound just that way I sounded now.
"Liar," he snapped, his eyes flashing with anger. "You think I don't know what you saw? You think you can play games with me?"
His intensity was overwhelming, and I could feel myself trembling. The fear wrapped around me like a snake, tightening my chest. "I'm not playing games. I just want to go home," I pleaded, tears pouring down my eyes.
He straightened, resting on his chair as if considering my words. "Home?" he echoed, a strange expression crossing his face. "What makes you think you'll ever feel safe there again?"
I opened my mouth to respond, but words couldn't come. The realization hit me. I had stepped into a world far beyond my understanding, a world where I was no longer just a college student but a witness to a dangerous crime.
This was how I felt when I lost my dad, he was killed in front of me and I couldn't do anything. My stepmom was happy though, because she wanted all my father's property and immediately after his death. She began to maltreat me, just imagine what I have gone through -losing my mum at the age of 5, getting a wicked stepmom at the age of 7 and watching my dad been killed at the age of 17. Wasn't that too much.
-And now this! At the age of 18…
Before I could gather my thoughts, the door swung open, and one of his men entered. "Boss, your dad is around," he said, urgency in his tone.
"What" He shouted, his expression darkening.
"Hide her immediately" He said has he adjusted his suit.
The men nodded and pulled my black curl hair, pushing me into a room that looked like a trash house. "Don't try to act funny. I don't know why my boss hasn't killed you, but if I find out that you plan to escape. I will blow your head" He snapped and locked the door.
I felt down and leaned against the door. Why am I going through all this? I cried out my eyes. I am sure Sarah must be so worried but I hope she has gone home.
I cried remembering everything I was going through. Why does my fate have to be like this? After few minutes, of crying. I decided to have some fresh air, so I opened went to open the window. I could of actually decided to jump off, but two men were standing next to the window. I was sure they were there to keep an eye on me.
As I turned back, I looked at the mirror and I noticed my uniform had dried. I went closer and my blue eye ball shinned back at me. I had never been in a relationship but, a lot of guys asked me out and that was because of my beauty.
Those blue eyes, pink lips, dimples framed with a black curl hair. My stepmom was always jealous of my beauty. She might be older than me but she still envied my beauty.
As I was going back to the position I had sat before, my eyes caught gleams of something familiar behind a basket. I went over and pulled the basket forward.
-It was a black hoodie with initial LD behind it.
I looked at it closely I had seen the hoodie before, but where have I seen it. I tried to remember but I found it so hard to remember. Just as I dropped it and was heading back to my sit.
I remembered and I went back to take the hoodie.
Oh My God!!! It was worn by....