My head was throbbing and it also hurt at the same time. I tried to open my eyes but it felt heavy so I decided to let it rest for a second before opening it again and this time I was successful.
My vision was a bit blurry so I tried to clean my eyes with my hands and I watched as the room I was in became much clearer, as clear as it could get in the darkness.
The room was in a terrible state and the lighting was poor so I couldn’t see the room properly. I tried to sit upright and that’s when I noticed my legs were tied to the bed but the ropes gave room to allow me to move around a little bit but not away from the bed.
The bed I was currently lying on was in an equally bad state. The bedsheets were torn and dirty and the bed frame felt as if it would give away if I made the wrong move.
I sat up straight then rested my back on the wall and studied the room. I was not stupid. I knew what situation I was in so there was no need for me to cry and scream for help because no one would help me and I was also certain that no one would be able to hear me.
At least someone who could help.
The door was facing the bed and the room was very small. There was a single chair in the small room and even the chair was taking up so much space.
They must have noticed by now that I had been kidnapped and would start looking for me so I had to try my best to stay calm and survive this so Atticus could find me alive. My poor baby, I wonder how he would react to the news.
I wrapped my arms around myself as my guilt ate me up. I should have listened to him and stayed at home. He had been complaining all day that he had a bad feeling and warned me not to go out but I was too stubborn and now this is the result.
I know he was going to be so pissed at me once they finally rescued me. He was going to give me the silent treatment and make me crawl and beg for forgiveness, all of which I was willing to do and more because of what I was making them go through.
I can imagine the hysteria in the building now, especially from my friends. Everywhere would be chaotic and police would be everywhere. Security would probably triple and I wonder if it had already made the news.
I looked around the room for a TV and rolled my eyes when I found none. Typical kidnappers den.
I was not even worried about myself but for my baby. I don’t know who these people are or what they want from me but I have to make sure that my baby is safe till the end no matter what.
I would never forgive myself if anything was to happen to my baby. I had to find a way to leave this place. Now that I think of it, I cannot wait till Atticus finds me.
What if I become like those people I see on TV who go missing for days or years? I can’t and won’t give birth to my baby here. And that is if I even survive that long.
But first, I needed to find out who was responsible for doing such a horrible thing to me.
“Hello, Hello” I screamed and waited to see if anyone would reply but no one. I decided to wait a bit to see if someone would come.
I looked around the room to see if I could find any traces of a camera or listening device because some of these people tend to use things like that.
I didn’t see any cameras but there was no way to check for hidden cameras if there were any since I didn’t know shit about things like that.
I was trying to keep myself together but my heart was not fooled at all by my fake facade. It was beating so loud, a true sign of how terrified I was and how scared I felt at the situation I found myself in.
My hands were shaking with fear and there was nothing I could do to stabilize them and to make things worse no one was coming to threaten me so I would be able to measure where I stand.
“Hey, is there anyone out there? I know someone has to be around” I tried again but just like the first time, I was met with silence.
I sat there for minutes or probably hours and no one came to check on me. With each
passing minute, I felt like I could go crazy. There were so many thoughts in my head and I had tried to figure out who the person was that was doing this and there was only one person in mind.
The person who had followed me and who was responsible for sending that letter. This information was also useless to me because I needed to know the identity of the person to be able to do something.
I wanted to scream and shout out of frustration but I knew it would bring me no help or answers and I would just end up in a much worse condition. The only option I had was to sit and wait till they came and told me what they wanted.
I knew there was no way they could just keep me in here without saying what they wanted but it bothered me that they were taking their time like this which meant that this was not just a common criminal.
This person had an ultimate goal which made them tremble. The thought caused a chill to run down my spine as my body recognized the potential danger it was in.
I shifted to adjust my position because my bum was hurting and my back felt so stiff as a result of the terrible bed that was provided.
“The men that kidnapped me had to be here somewhere. There is no way they would leave me all to myself’ I muttered to myself when I recalled that I was abducted by two men and they may have probably put me in this room by themselves.
The thought that two men handled me when I was unconscious made me cringe in disgust and silver in fear. It was such a dangerous thing and anything could have happened to me while I was passed out.
The sound of what sounded like footsteps approaching grabbed my attention and I paid attention to see if I could count how many. Two. It must be the men who abducted me.
I changed my expression so that I would look scared. One thing I learnt from those documentaries I watched was that people like this liked to feel powerful to their victims and right now I have to play the powerless victim to save myself and my baby.
Keys jiggled on the other side of the door and soon the door was unlocked and both men stepped in, still in the same attire they wore earlier today when they took me from the parking lot.
I shrunk back into myself and even though they were wearing face masks, I could see they were pleased with my current state.
“Why do you keep shouting? I don’t think you like the fact that you are alive. Do you want us to hurt you?” The one with the blond hair sneered. Gone were the men who claimed they didn’t want to hurt me.
“I just want to know why you people are doing this. Please let me go, I promise that you will be paid better than you were given” I tried to plead with them but that was the wrong thing to do.
“Will you shut up?” The brunette thundered and I flinched in shock at how angry he was. “This is why I hate rich people. They seem to think their money would solve all their problems” That was ironic because I thought he was doing the job because of money.
“You better listen carefully to what I am about to tell you” He walked so he was standing beside me before leaning down and gripping my chin hard “Your money won’t be saving you this time. Heck you should be praying you get out of this alive”
He threw my face roughly to the side and spat on the floor beside the bed as if I disgusted him and I scrambled back eager to get away from him. He looked very angry and I would not put it past him to hit me.
“Come on, Jason. Let’s get out of here before I kill the bitch myself” He gestured to the blonde who I can now identify as Jason.
He stalked past Jason and left the room. Jason gave me one last look before following his partner out of the room.
They shut the door behind them and I heard the lock fall into place. I let out a deep breath and my heart was pounding louder and faster when I was alone.
“I’m fucked” I whispered to myself.