Blood for my Rose |• Crimson Rose series✔️

Chapter 18

Switzerland
Zurich.

Darkness. Sweats. Pain. Anxiety.

These were a deadly combination for anyone, much less a woman so young, frightened and confused.

"Stop mumbling!" One of the men that secured her presence in the pit yelled and it echoed down to her, yet she didn't stop counting with her voice that quivered from the cold.

The pit was a dangerously dark hole. Well, it pretty much seemed like a hole to her, because she saw nothing. No window, just cemented walls that felt like frozen blocks. But it was just a cell. A well conditioned cell the men kept their hostages with four ACs standing on each ends of the room that housed her small hole. A cell that was guarded by two men in nicely tailored back suits and dress shirt

She kept mumbling those numbers, because she had this huge dread to lose track of time, not even for a second. She had even managed to sync each breath she took with each second that passed.

Muttering her last '60', and she stopped; fatigue kicking in her already heavy eyes and uncontrollable joints. It'd been fourteen hours since she got off the plane. With the conversation she'd heard the men have, it was easy for her to tell where they where. Switzerland was nine hours away from the United States. And if she added that to the fourteen hours she'd been in the hole, she knew she'd been gone for almost an entire day.

It was frightening, so were the loud but inaudible conversations she could hear from outside the cell. Despite her adamant effort at listening in on them, she got nothing but roars of laughter and more gibberish. And it surprisingly came from three people.

Two familiar voices of the guards, and a very unfamiliar one that had so much command in his tone.

Same two guards that had spoken about how they did this to pretty much all the hot women they were asked to watch over; pull their hair and tell them to remain quiet or they'd bury them.
Same two guards that informed the unfamiliar voice that she was sitting pretty in the cell. They terrified her, but she'd been taught to not fold under pressure and fear.

Finally, the door swung open, and then came a flood of light sweeping into her tiny cell. She squinted and tried to see past the light to the figure in the way, but it was all it was... a very graceful figure that stood with his legs parted a bit and his hands folded across his chest.

"Unlock her cell," the menacing voice said so calmly that it was deceiving.

Should she fear it or be pleased by it?

Turning to her side to avoid the light, she waited until the bolts clanked and the cell door squeaked open.

"You heard the man, don't prove stubborn," ordered the usual guard she'd seen and heard through her stay in the hole, while he reached for her arm and forced her out of the cell too small to even stand in.

Once he had the terrified lady—who had the bundle of maintaining her sangfroid at its peak—in front of him and could have her whole body within reach, he snatched her hands and then put the cold cuffs around her wrists. "Little advice for you pretty thing," he offered as he clicked the cuffs whilst laughing callously. "Be pretty and not disobeying, the last girl in this place died because she taught she was feisty." Then, he got a good hold of her arm and towed her out.

It seemed like an endless walk to the door as the light made her conspicuous to whoever she was walking towards. Admittedly, she hated that he got to study her so well before she got to see him.

At long last, they met at the door and he stepped aside for her. Getting the chance to finally analyze his features, she didn't even bother. He was no one she could recognize, and it took just one glance to conclude.