"You can stop pretending now, pretty doll. I know you're awake."
A rugged-looking stout man drawled lazily.
"Shit!" Alia bit down on her inner lips, cursing her ill luck. "What do you want from ?"
"What every man wants. honey." A wicked smirk slowly curled up the man's lips as he removed his gun from his waistband holster and put it away.
"You are a really pretty lady and it truly breaks my heart to see you suffer this way."
"Then why don't you be a gentleman and just set loose? I'm sure you and I can work sothing out."
"Tempting, but no honey. I like my girls tied up."
Alia clenched her jaws, struggling with the thick rope binding her hands.
"I reckon you would like so privacy." The man smacked his lips as he slowly approached her. His hungry eyes travelled down the length of her mini dress, resting on her exposed thigh.
"Sure." Alia sneered, her antenna beeping red.
"So perfect and such a waste." He brought out a pocket knife, flipping it back and forth.
Alia could feel her heart pounding inside her mouth as she wondered what this man was up to.
"You know, you and I are not so different after all. We are both prisoners locked up in the sa room. But I'm sure after we get to know each other, you won't be scared of , my little cute bunny."
'Scared!' Alia clenched her fist that was tied behind her back.
"Tell , who paid you to do this?"
"What difference would it make, little doll?" The man slowly stroked her slender neck, tracing his pocket knife on her collarbone.
Alia stiffened, rage slowly poisoning her veins.
"I can make you rich. I can change your life. Do you want money, gold, diamond? Na your price. I will triple it. All you have to do is let go."
"Hmmm..." The man stopped his wandering hand, pretending to give her offer a thought. "Such a tempting deal. But you know what..." He lowered his head close to her ear. "There is no amount of money you can give in exchange for your sweet succulent..."
Alia didn't wait for him to complete his statent as she pretended to lower her head and suddenly launched it backwards in one fierce blow.
"Ahh..." The man staggered backwards, his pocket knife falling from his hand.
Raising his hand to his broken nose while glaring at Alia, the sight of his blood awakened the monster in him. He nacingly moved forward to face her.
"You f*cking b*tch!" The angry man lifted his hand up in the air and struck her fiercely leaving behind a bold print on her face.
Alia fell sideways with her seat, hurting one of her arms in the process. But then her fingers touched sothing sharp and she quickly grabbed it.
Laughing like soone who has lost her mind, Alia spat out bloodied saliva.
"Is that all you've got, tough guy? Co on, a five-year-old can do better than that."
"You think so." The enraged man roughly picked Alia from the floor, holding her in place.
"I will show you what a grown man can do to a fragile kitten." He raised his hand again and slapped her a second and a third ti, the echo of the slap reverberating in the empty room.
"Want so more, huh...b*tch."
Alia's reddened face contoured. It felt as though her jaws had been dislocated. Although she didn't bargain for this level of pain, she finally succeeded in her mission of freeing her hands.
"I've got two words for you, loser."
"Yeah...let's hear it." The seemingly powerful man snarled at his victim, lowering himself to wipe off the blood coming out of her bleeding nose.
"Eat shit."
In one swift move, Alia stabbed the man on his jugular using his pocket knife.
The man instantly freed her, staggering backwards while holding his punctured neck with both hands. His widened eyes were laced with surprise and horror as he fell to his knees.
Alia wasted no ti in removing her blindfold and untying her legs.
"K...k...k...kk..." The man tried to speak.
"K...k...what, asshole?" Alia kicked him fiercely on his crotch, sending him falling sideways as he slowly bled to death.
Quietly removing her designer high heels, she ransacked the dying man's pocket, the site of so much blood making her extrely nauseous.
Sucking in her gut, she took the man's car keys, his mobile phone and wallet. She also picked up the gun lying on the table, unsure of how many n were waiting outside the door.
As she slowly approached the only exit door in the room, she took in a deep breath to calm her heavily pounding heart. She listened for any signs of movent or conversation. When she heard none, she slowly opened the door and slipped out of the room.
Scrutinizing her environnt, she noticed that she was in a sort of abandoned drycleaning warehouse.
Snatching one of the n's clothes on the hangers, she quickly slipped on the oversized shirt to cover her exposed body, before taking the back exit door.
Just then, one of her abductors smoking with his pals outside decided to go check on the boss. When he found him lying on the floor, in the pool of his blood, he quickly raised an alarm and the other two outside swiftly took to their heels in search of the pretty lady.
The sound of an ignited car engine coming from the back told them the lady was already outside the building.
All three n ran out of the building in ti to see the damn lady escaping in their boss's newly acquired sports car.
"I will kill that f*cking b*tch." One of the n swore as he sprinted to his own car with his other two partners chasing behind him. They all got into the vehicle and sped off in the direction the young lady went.
As Alia drove at a neck-breaking speed along the route of an unknown terrain, she tried to reach out to her fiance, Jerry Morgan, but couldn't get in touch with him.
Next, she tried her stepsister's number. It rang continuously but the latter did not pick up.
She tried calling her father and step mother's number but it was switched off.
"Fuck! Where is everyone when you need them?"
The sight of an approaching car headlight at high speed told Alia that her abductors had found her.
"Shit!" Alia cursed out loud.
Strapping her seat belt on, she stepped on the gas pedal, accelerating the car to 120 km/hr. She made another left turn, heading straight for a bridge.
"Stacy..." Alia's trembling hand quickly imputed her best friend's number and dialled it, montarily taking her eyes off the road.
Stacy picked up on the first ring.
"Hello, who is...."
"St..."
Honk!
The sudden appearance of another car from the opposite direction, blasting its car horn made the phone slip out of Alia's hand.
"F**k!" She quickly swerved to the right, stepping on her brake pedal at the sa ti.
In an instant, screeching tyres and the shattering of glass pierced the serenity of the night as Alia's car went over the bridge, plunging into the tranquil dark river.
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