Jane was busy putting back the dresses she had used for the modeling demo back into her closet when a call suddenly entered her cell phone.
Staring at her phone that was ringing on the bed awkwardly as it was an unknown number Jane reluctantly picked it up and answered the call.
"Hello. Who is this?" She asked.
Mike was driving so he had to slow down when he heard a female voice and for an instant there he nearly flew over the moon as he thought the person was Ella but he quickly noticed that the person's voice sounds nothing like Ella so he became somewhat disappointed.
"You called my line. I am hoping you tell me who you are," Mike said, his tone coming out a little bit interrogative.
"No. You are the one that called my line," Jane argued with a slight frown forming on her face as she felt irritated thinking he was telling a blatant and obvious lie.
"No, no. I didn't," Mike disagreed and that only got Jane pissed further.
"What are you talking about? You are the one literally calling me right now. I don't even fucking know who you are," she said with her voice louder than normal.
Mike let out a heaved sigh not appreciating Jane's choice of words.
"Listen young lady I do not know you either and frankly speaking I have no desire of knowing who you are but the fact remains that you called my line repeatedly this afternoon but I was occupied at that time to answer the call. So I am calling now_ I am even driving right now," he explained but his explanation only made Jane conclude that he was a good for nothing liar because she knew she hadn't called anyone today nevermind an unknown number.
"Listen pal I don't know what kind of silly game you are trying to play with me but I am not interested, so beat it pervert!" She yelled then ended the call.
"Huh? What a lunatic," Mike was left stunned in a bad way.
"Is anyone even sane anymore in this fucked up country? I guess not," he said talking to himself as he dropped the phone and stepped on the accelerator...
Meanwhile
Jane was still upset over the call but then she started wondering how the man got his number in the first place because she rarely gives her number out to people? Or was he just trying random numbers and he happened to call me? She contemplated.
"He is such a liar though. Saying I called him first. Like when did I do that?" She spoke to herself as she resumed putting back her clothes into the closet but then she paused as a thought entered her mind.
She picked up her phone and went to her call history to check whether what he said was right even though she was certain he was lying. She is just doing it to ease her curiosity but to her surprise he was right. She could see multiple times she called him in her call history.
"What?!" She was left shocked as she wondered when she had dialed that number...But then it hit her.
"Ella."
As soon as I got into my room I lost control of my emotions as I collapsed on the floor close to the bed, weeping and crying bitterly. I was feeling sorry for myself as I reflected on the bad things that have been happening to me this past week.
First I was kidnapped then I was molested and sexually/ physical abused and then I found out that my most loved and trusted friend was in fact my biggest hater and enemy and she was the one who planned for my ill ordeal and later I was sold to Marcel and now his best friend is threatening to violate me if I don't let him sleep with me plus the unknown torture Marcel has planned for me looming over me like a shadow.
"God why me? What did I do to deserve all of these?..why?.." I wept some more as tears flowed freely from my eyes like a stream and I started freaking a heavy pain right in my heart like a stone was pressing on it.
The more I wept the more the pain in my heart increased as I started to imagine what my life would be like if none of this had happened. It would have been wonderful and sweet. It would have been perfect. I would have gotten married to the best man in the whole world in the person of Mike and we would have raised a happy family together and grow old together with beautiful children but all these will never happen as I will remain a prisoner here for the rest of my life until I die or be killed.
My fate suddenly seemed so unbearable for me as I just realized the implications of me staying here. I would be at Marcel's and Eden's mercy for the rest of my life! That is something I just can't live with.
God please save me... somebody please save me.... anybody please save me. I continued weeping and praying but suddenly I felt a touch on my shoulder that started me.
"It's me," the person said and I saw it was one of the maids, Isabella.
"What are you doing here?" I was a bit offensive, wiping the tears off my face with the bedsheet as I didn't like the fact that she met me in this state.
"I am sorry but the door to your room wasn't locked and I kinda heard you weeping from the hallway," she explained.
"Is everything alright?" She asked afterwards and her question only made me more emotional despite me trying my best to keep my emotions in check.
"I can't take this anymore," I wept, unable to control myself.
"What's wrong?" She asked with her voice laced with concern as she crouched down to my level.
"I need to leave here. I need to leave this place. I need to go back home…I can't stay here anymore.." I was seriously losing my mind and Isabella tried to calm me down.
"Hey, you need to calm down. I understand this must be difficult for you but you have to understand that it's almost impossible to leave here," she said.
"I can't stay here any longer and if I can't leave then it's better I die. It's best I kill myself and be done with it once and for all than let anyone touch me," I said and even I could sense the determination in my voice.
I wasn't joking and I am sure Isabella could sense that too.
"Don't say that," she shunned me.
"I say the truth. I am better off dead and free than alive but a slave," I said and Isabella stared at me silently for a while before.
"Fine. I will help you escape," she said and my eyes dilated but I feared I heard her wrong.
"You said what?"
"I will help you escape from here and get you to your home," she said and there was this spirit of calm and hope that overcame me and at that moment I felt free.
"Thank you," I embraced her in a grateful weep....
Somewhere in the US lots of dangerously looking armed men could be found inside an abandoned automobile factory which is actually a gang hideout.
Lots of illegal activities are being carried out here ranging from hard drugs distribution to human tracking and kidnapping down to theft and smuggling. You name it, it's been carried out here and the man in charge of the operation is known as the Kingpin.
Just outside the building four armed men were patrolling while on the casted fence two men stood guard and Inside the building six men were also on patrol. Two at the right, two at the left and another two in the middle area of the building. Lots of workers were inside the building in their separate departments. Some were busy wrapping cocaine and other hard drugs for massive distribution while others were bringing in smuggled goods and yet another set of workers were directing the kidnapped victims, mostly females, to their cells.
It was business as usual but it wasn't only business activities that were taking place in the building. Up in the building, in one of the rooms two armed men stood guard and inside the room three beautiful, naked ladies were making out and abusing hard drugs that were abundant on a table with loads of dollar bills as well. The girls weren't alone, seated on the office chair was the leader of the gang, Kingpin.
He sat proudly, puffing his smoke while a hot lady was on her knees sucking on his dick.
"Ah," he let out a sigh of pleasure as he puffed out smoke while feeling the sweet sensation of his dick being sucked.
This is the life, he thought.
Meanwhile
Outside the building as the Kingpin's men were still patrolling the building and also standing guard at the fence when suddenly one of the men watching from the fence fell dead to the floor, he had just been shot!
The second man wanted to raise the alarm but he also fell to the ground, dead. It was a silent and precise shoot to the head.
Two of the kingpin's men that were paroling were busy discussing amongst themselves as they casually went on with their duties unaware of the danger that they were in until..
Slit!
One of the men's throats was sliced open from behind and as the other man tried to protect himself with his weapon he was stabbed by an unseen person. First in the stomach then right into his chest, his dagger piercing bone and reaching the heart.
"Argg.." he gasped painfully for air and the last sight he saw was two deadly blue eyes staring down at him.
Marcel drew out his dagger from the man's chest and the man fell to the ground dead.
Marcel then gave a signal to Eden who was in a sniping position and Eden shot down the remaining two guards at the other side who were also unaware of what was happening.
Two clean shots did the job.
Eden was truly having fun, he was the one who shot the other two men as well but now his hands were itching to stab and strangle his next kill.
"We are pushing forward, Kill at sight," Marcel ordered and his men, about 6 of them nodded and followed his lead.
Paw! Paw! Paw!....
Bullets kept flying and bodies kept dropping as Marcel and his men matched into the building firing and completely catching everyone off guard.
Kingpin's men stood no chance, Marcel's men were well trained and their weapons very advanced and deadly, dropping their enemies down like flies.
"Ahhhhh!" Screams of people running for their lives fill the air.
"What the fuck is going on?!" The startled kingpin asked his men who had come in to protect him.
"We are being attacked," the man said in trepidation
"By who?" The Kingpin asked but before the man could speak his brain was blown off into pieces.
As he fell on the floor Eden could be seen at the entrance still pointing his smoky gun and four of Marcel's men were beside him and just then Marcel walked in slowly but majestically.
On seeing Marcel, Kingpin's eyes dilated in fear.
"Blue-death."
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J