Obsession.

Chapter 20 ~ Black Widow

Get up Mileva...

Get up!

"GET THE FUCK UP!" Malcom screams.

My eyes fly open. I sit up as fast as possible, and Malcom is at the door.

"Make yourself presentable. We get on the plane in an hour."

He leaves the room. I look outside at the still dark sky. It has to be six in the morning or something.

Today I can finally leave this shit hole. I can go back to real furniture and real food. There will be heat in the house. I'll finally be able to get back to normal.

I put on my heels and brush my hair out with my fingers. The ear piece under the mattress is still there thankfully. It is the only thing I can even leave with. I don't even have my dignity.

I knock on the door to be let out. Some guy opens it and leads me to the kitchen. There's an actual breakfast waiting for me. Scrambled eggs, toast, a glass of orange juice. It's just sitting on the counter.

"For you." The guy says.

I carefully sit on the barstool. I don't know if anyone is hiding around the corner, but I'm ready if there is. The smell of the food hits my nose. I haven't had real food in days... I pick at it with my fork until I finally give in. It's good too. Not the place I'd expect to have a good meal, but I do appreciate it.

I continue eating while a couple of guys walk in. Once I'm done with the food, Malcom enters too. I chug the orange juice before he can take it away from me.

He looks at me as I drink it. He's smiling... so I set down the glass slowly.

Metal.

I taste metal.

"What's in this?"

He chuckles.

"Dan..."

I get up quickly. A couple of the guys prepare to defend, but Malcom holds up his hand for them to stop.

"TELL ME!" I demand.

Yelling, it made the room spin. I grab onto the counter.

They drugged me. They fucking drugged me. I knew it was too good to be true. I'm starting to get dizzier. I rest my elbows on the counter and hold my head.

My eyelids are getting heavy...

"Now now Mileva... I'll see you in a bit..." Dan says, making it echo in my head.

I fight against the darkness as long as I can, but I just cave in.

Why am I hearing Christmas music...

My body jolts awake, so I open my eyes and look around. I'm on a private jet. Nobody is to be seen in the other seven seats. And the fucking music... Why the hell is a Holly Jolly Christmas playing? No wonder I felt festive in my dreams...

I move to get up, but my momentum is restricted. I look down at my wrists bound by a black rope. I pull on them, but it's tight as a knot. I can't unbuckle the seat belt.

The door behind me opens. I look and see Malcom coming out of the bathroom. He's humming along with the song.

"Ah Mileva! Glad you could join me!"

"How long have we been in the air for?" I ask abruptly.

"We land in forty minutes."

Wow... that had me out forever. They must've planned for me to only take a sip.