(Karsten)
Arata clung to even in her unconsciousness. I rushed to my car with her securely wrapped in my arms. I wasn’t sure how injured she was so I needed to get her to a hospital.
"Arata," I called her several tis and patted her cheek in hopes that she might wake up and open her gorgeous eyes. But she was out cold.
Her left cheek was slightly bruised and the small blemish made my temper flare beyond asure. That man had no idea who he had ssed with and I was going to unleash my worst personality on him.
Sadly, not many people knew I didn’t have two personalities but three and my third one was the worst.
Caysir rushed to my side with shadows of worries passing over him while Olphi opened the door of the car, understanding the situation.
"Arata has been hurt, stay here and help with the investigation of the man who has been captured. Ensure, he is not handed to the police. I want him," I ordered Caysir.
His concerned eyes road towards Arata’s unconscious figure before turning to and giving a quick nod.
I entered the car with her safely tucked in my arms and Olphi closed the door behind .
As soon as he settled in the driving seat I instructed.
"Hospital." Olphi needn’t be told twice as the car ca to life and we sped away.
Placing Arata’s head in my lap, I shifted my coat from her body to inspect the extent of her injuries.
There was a bruise on her shoulder, a deep cut from which blood had seeped and coagulated. Her dress had been torn, and the very thought of soone touching her inappropriately made my blood run hot.
I covered her revealed skin with my coat again and pushed away her soft hair from her face. Capturing her hand, I inspected it for injuries and to my horror, I found her knuckles to be bruised raw, revealing the pink underneath. Two of her nails were broken and bleeding.
Rage serrated as my thumb very delicately rubbed her wounded knuckles.
’Hang in there, Arata,’ I hoarsely whispered, unable to tear my eyes away from her injured hand and peaceful face.
I couldn’t even imagine what she must have gone through.
How she would have panicked and fought back the monster trying to abduct her?
How long she had been trapped in the elevator?
From what Masdja had said, it was at least 50 minutes since she was taken.
No wonder she had gone unconscious. My other thumb slowly rubbed her injured cheek, and I prayed for her to be not seriously hard, or sexually assaulted.
Olphi parked the car in the ergency spot and ergency paradics rushed towards the car.
In an instant, they opened the back door and took her from my arms.
"What happened to her?" They hurriedly asked, strapping her on the stretcher.
"She was assaulted, but I don’t know the extent of her injuries," I inford them while getting out of the car and following behind in a quick run.
They wheeled her in while putting the oxygen mask on her face. Helplessly I watched, as they took her away, leaving behind.
Standing there, the strength I always possessed seed to dissipate from my body.
"Please, fill out the paperwork." I was asked by the desk clerk as she handed a form to fill out.
Grabbing the pen, I set to the task, but my ever-stable hand shook for the first ti.
Penning down my relationship to her as her boyfriend, I contemplated hard on how fake this relationship between us was and yet both of us were strung together, coming closer because of the circumstances.
I had tried to keep her near so I could protect her but failed, miserably.
Grabbing the perfect Windsor she had tied around my neck; I loosened it slightly.
Filling out the form, I handed it back and thus began my impatient pacing in the waiting area.
Olphi arrived with my phone and I imdiately called Caysir. As soon as he picked up, I asked.
"Is he conscious yet?"
"He is not yet conscious but we have bound him up," Caysir answered.
"I will be calling Azbial once he grants permission and that bastard is conscious; just take him to the warehouse, and I will be there as soon as Arata is out of danger."
"Copy that, Sir," he stiffly answered and the call ended.
Shoving my hand into my pocket I placed the next call to Azbial. The very thought that he had such lax security that soone had sneaked in and tried to kidnap her was pissing off.
"Karsten, is Miss Arata out of danger?" He asked as the call got connected.
"I don’t know, she has been taken to the ER. Tell how soone broke through your security, overrode your system, and tried to abduct my girlfriend?" I asked in a hard voice, unable to control my anger.
"Believe , Karsten, we have a foolproof system where I personally check every man we hire. This person was a last-minute replacent but had a good recomndation. His past was clean, I have checked again. No arrests, no criminal record, not even a parking ticket."
This didn’t make sense.
Why would soone with no criminal record try to abduct Arata? Sothing didn’t add up.
"I will investigate that myself. Let Caysir take him, and I don’t want any police involved until I am done with him. This is personal for and you know what happens when I beco personal with soone." Azbial knew the real power I held and he would never challenge .
"I understand. Police won’t know anything. I am sending my two guards along with Caysir. My best wishes to Miss Arata, and I apologise for the incident. I should have been more vigilant."
"Yes, you should have." Ending the call, I pocketed the phone and turned to Olphi.
"I am stepping out for a smoke. Call if there is any news about Arata." He only gave a single nod and stood like a statue while I stepped out into the cold night of chilly November.
’Wake up, Arata,’ I murmured to the air and looked at the heavens in anticipation.
I worried about her family too, knowing she was close to them and was a protected child. If they didn’t hear from her daily, I knew they would get suspicious. I needed her phone so I could contact them on her behalf if the need arose.
Lighting up my cigarette I tried for all my worries to evaporate with the smoke.
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