His Hostage Alibi

11

Alison

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Maybe I was still dreaming, I'm certain I am dreaming. He was only a fragment of my thoughts, if I close my eyes and open them again I may not be able to see him again.

I did, I closed my eyes, opened them again but he was still sitting beside me looking straight ahead.

"Where're you taking me."
I gently whispered them and he just turned towards me.

He didn't reply, he got a scarf from the man driving, held it against my eyes.

"Please."
I pleaded with the tears already brimming down my cheeks. I shut my eyes tightly until it began to hurt.

"Don't kill me."

"I don't need this to kill you."
His nonchalant deep baritone replied as he proceeded to tie them around my eyes shutting everything out.

"Don't fucking shade any tear, I said I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Am I being kidnapped?"
I asked already dreading his dominating aura.

"I can bind your mouth too."

It was a simple warning to keep quiet. I know I should have done that a long time ago, at least I should have still be seeing where they're taking me to.

He said he won't hurt me, all I have to do now is blindly believe him.

The drive was longer than I anticipated, my whole body hardened the longer it takes.

The silence was killing me, making my head to throb even more painfully.

I am in pains, all my body and yet the tension didn't help me.

The car suddenly began to slow down, we must be nearing our destination, my doom.

We finally came to a halt, no one moved for several minutes till a knock came from the outside.

I wished I could see what was happening, or where I was at least I can guess where they've taken me to and it'll be easier to ask for help.

"We're taking off in the next five minutes, there's a little delay as everyone is still hunting for you."

I guess the driver was talking to the man beside me but he didn't even give a respond, he just quietly sat beside me.

"Other flights were cancelled and rescheduled, we've managed to get hold of the rescheduled time and will fly at the same time."

The voice was coming from outside, I guess the man who knocked was the one talking.

"I just want to go home. Please!"

I wanted to sob again, I don't know why or what I'm doing here. The last thing I could remember was hitting the floor and then the dreams....

My head began to pond just by thinking about them, it hurt so much that I just want to rip my hairs out, open my skull and just massage them till they're all gone.