I don't do mercy (English)

Chapter 2

The man / Harry's perspective:

She was lying there sleeping or rather unconscious. She was quite beautiful, I had seen better in my days.

But she did not look bad a little bigger shapes maybe. I had kidnapped many in my days but she was special she had a flame that other girls did not have and in such cases the flame went out quickly.

I picked up the phone and called the boss. He answered quickly

"Do you have her"

"no you know I left her at home"

"Harry ..." it was heard that his mood was not at its best.

"yes I have her, she's drugged at the moment"

"well otherwise our plan will not work"

"yes I know we will be there in 10 hours"

"see you there bro"

"yes bro"

I hung up and sighed, what would I do for 10 hours just as well to sleep a little while Emma is still unconscious otherwise she will probably just scream.

Emma's perspective:

I slowly opened my eyes the first thing I saw was darkness, then I began to be able to discern certain things. I heard a loud noise in my ears where was I?

Everything raged over me, I bit my hand as not to start screaming. My arm throbbed and only the pain was almost making me scream.

I looked at my arm and could see that a white bandage around my shoulder. I got up from the chair I was half lying in, it was very uncomfortable.

I stood up and began to feel where I was. I tripped along a small corridor, I tried to be as quiet as possible because the man seemed to be sleeping.

My fingers pressed against the walls, when they made contact I shook. The metal that met my fingers was icy cold. I tripped with my fingers until I came in contact with a handle.

I pressed down the room and a lamp lit up the room I had opened.It was a small toilet, I went in and closed the door. I sank down to the toilet and put my head in my hands. Why would I have been kidnapped by a maniac?

I felt the crying going but did not want to cry anymore. There was a knock on the door and then a voice that would haunt me forever.

The man knocked on the door and told me to get out. I got up quickly and took a deep breath then unlocked the door.

He grabbed my arm that I have pain in, I screamed in pain and gave him a sour look in the dark that he probably did not see.

He began to pull me through the narrow aisle I began to panic and began to struggle and struggle. He got enough and said

"can you stop screaming, you can not escape now" cocky as I am, I replied

"can I certenly do" he pulled me and put me in a chair then he took something out of his pants pockets. I felt how he took my hand and fastened it to the chair. The cold metal met my hand and I was petrified.What did he do?

then he opened a door that I had not noticed but the door was strange it was made of metal and it was round. He opened it and a great gust of wind began to be felt in the space in each.

That was when I realized we were on the plane, I should have understood that before but I did not think that far. I shouted at him to close the door but did not have time to hear me or ignored me completely, probably the latter.

He looked out the door and closed it eventually the air started to get thin and cold in the plane so I started to get a headache.

He came to me and stood in front of me. His breath hit me in the face and I can not say that it was comfortable. He leaned closer to me and then said

"still eager to escape" he grinned and I shook my head. He looked into my eyes through the darkness and I looked back and then asked

"what's your name" He laughed and got up

"Harry"

I breathed out that he got up from me and instead started trying to see what the plane looked like.I could not see much but only dark outlines that I assumed were tables and more airplane seats.

I looked down at my hand, which I probably would not get out of the airplane seat if Harry did not want it.

I looked annoyed at Harry grinning back at me.

I turned around and held back my tears. I was terrified, scared, scared, angry all that one can be was me.

But I did not want to cry in front of him I did not want to show myself weak.

I came to think of my family. How were they now, were they okay and how would they take my disappearance.My brother must have seen that I was gone, maybe not my parents when I sat there, I could not hold back the anger so I started shouting at Harry.

He looked at me in surprise but then he just looked tired he picked up a white cloth that glistened in the dark then he put it in front of my face.

I knew I would not be able to hold my breath for long, so I did not even take the time to try. I felt my cheeks start to get wet with tears and my body started to numb.

I became calmer and calmer as my field of vision became smaller and smaller. In the end, I only saw a grinning Harry then everything was black.

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Part two done. I dont know how my english is but i hope all can undrestand what i write. Why i write in english is becuse i want everybody to understand.

Take care <3

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