Slowly, the old man stood up from his seat and approached Ethan. He reached a hand and placed it firmly on Ethan’s shoulder before leaning in to speak closer to Ethan.
"The price of her freedom might be expensive but I’m willing to pay it. Twice. From now on, let her choose what and who she wants to be…" the old man whispered before he nodded his head firmly.
Ethan’s eyes stared deeply into the Boss’s eyes, and he was forced to understand why this old man here was Jack’s best friend.
…
The growling sound of my stomach told
that a lot of ti had passed since I last ate. It must have been around a day now since I’ve been thrown in here. It was cold, I was sleepy, and I was feeling very hungry. Am I going to die from starvation? My throat felt dry, and I was starting to feel dizzy. Maybe, I’m going to die from dehydration first.
Suddenly, there was a sound of tal rubbing or hitting against tal and I quickly realized that it ca from right outside the door. Soone is here!
"Help please!" I scread but my voice ca out as a broken croak.
My throat was so dry that it hurts, and I couldn’t speak properly. I quickly scooted my body towards the door and began banging my fists against the door. It wasn’t long before the door slowly opened. The group of n that walked in wasn’t the help that I was eagerly waiting for but at least one of them was carrying a tray of food and water.
"Still alive and well?" one of the n asked although it sounded like he couldn’t care less how I was.
Well, it might be bad for them if I died. I an, how much would Hayden pay to have my corpse back just so he could host a funeral for ?
Although I could still think, my body already felt quite weak, and I couldn’t speak too loudly. I decided not to reply to them.
"Just give her the food and let’s leave. I don’t want to get into trouble with the boss…" another man said with concern in his voice.
"Yeah, you’re right about that…" the man with the food tray approached .
My body froze in fear as I tried to back away. The man looked at
with emotionless and empty eyes before he bent down and placed the tray of food on the floor right in front of .
"That’s it. Let’s go…" the man turned to say to his fellow n.
Wait! How am I supposed to eat with my hands tied?
"Wait…" I managed to whisper.
The man turned around, thankfully he heard .
"My…hands…" I managed to croak out.
"Oh…we’re not allowed to untie you so…just do your best, My Lady…" the man said before smiling a tight smile at .
He can’t be serious…
I was too weak to beg or plead for any of their rcy and there was no guarantee that I would receive any from them either. I still had many questions on my mind that I wanted to ask them, but I doubt that I would get any answers. It would probably be better for
to save my energy.
The n were out of the warehouse just as suddenly as they had walked in and soon the door closed behind them and locked. I looked down at the poor excuse for food in front of
and decided to start by drinking first. This is going to be the first ti that I eat without using my hands.
If dogs can do this, then I guess I can as well.
…
"Hello! I need to pee!" I yelled as loud as I could as I banged on the door with my hands.
Soone has to be outside or I’m going to pee right here. This is disaster, is there a toilet in here. They’re not supposed to torture the hostage, right?
Suddenly, the door opened and the sa man who had given
food slowly walked in. His face was emotionless, but I decided to offer him a shy smile.
"Hi…Umm…can I go to the toilet, please?" I asked.
The man sighed before he approached
and yanked
to my feet. His grip on my upper arm was tight and it did hurt. I wasn’t in a position to launch any complaints, though. At least, he was willing to escort
to the toilet. Great.
…
Ti passed by and help had not yet arrived. I wasn’t sure how much ti had passed and because I couldn’t see the world outside, I had completely lost sense of ti. The lights in the warehouse were always on so I had no idea if it was day or night. It remained cold without any change and that made
feel sleepy most of the ti. It took all of my effort just to keep my optimism intact.
I had to believe that help was coming, and I had to believe that it was coming soon. The more ti passed by with no signs of progress, the more impatient I beca.
Hayden, where are you?
I slept on and off in short naps. Not knowing the ti truly ssed up my sleeping cycle. I probably spent most of the ti drifting in and out of sleep. My eyelids felt heavy, and my mind felt like it was in a haze most of the ti.
My eyes snapped opened and I instinctively moved away from the door when the door started opening with a loud sound. A larger group of n strode in the warehouse, and I could sense that sothing major was about to happen. Is help arriving soon?
I opened my mouth because I wanted to ask them what was going on but when I saw how heavily the n were ard, my mouth automatically clamped shut. The n resembled a mini army that were ard and ready to fight. I could see so n with really big guns so all of them were probably ard in so way. Suddenly, the situation that I was in started to feel too real for
to take.
I took in a deep breath and held it as I started feeling nauseous from fear and stress.
--To be continued…
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