NADIYA'S STRUGGLE

Chapter 31

It's so dark in here. Too dark. Ugh she couldn't see anything. Where is she though? What is the time?! She began tapping something soft, trying to move but her body is too sore, everywhere is paining her as if she has got beaten severely. Oh how she really wants to know the time and the place she is! Once she remembered the time was around twelve pm and all the chaos that happened after that, well she has forgotten the time again. But that stupid guy had to knock her off! Who were they? Yeah now she knows. They've kidnapped her and brought her to a weird dark place. Why do they choose a dark place of all places?! She hates dark surroundings.

She realised she's lying on a bed! A very soft bed. Seriously?! Is she in some kind of a hotel or what? So when people get kidnapped, they get a bed to sit on? And surprisingly, she's not tied up. So she immediately tries to get up, but a severe headache pulled her back down. She winced in pain. The pain is too much for her that she cried. She cried a lot. She cried because of the splitting headache. She cried because she's kidnapped. She cried because she misses her family and her friends. She cried knowing nobody knows where she is to even come to save her. She cried knowing her father is behind this! She continues to cry, her headache getting worsened.

What father would do such a thing to his child?! What a miserable life! He is disgusting! She hates him. She hates him more than he can ever imagine, especially because he stoops so low. He thinks by kidnapping her she would rush to him with open arms and accept him? Well he is mistaken. She will never accept him. Good that she didn't to begin with, else she would've pitied him a bit.

She keeps muttering harsh full words at her father when she heard the sound of a door been opened. She froze and then wiped her tears quickly. The person who entered banged the door which got her flinching. She heard footsteps realising it's more than one or two persons around. Someone switched on the light making her to squint against the now bright room. She rubbed her red looking eyes and then opened it. Then she saw the place and surprise took over her. The place looks amazing! It looks like a dream room every lady wished to live in. Even though the situation isn't favourable at all she's still upset. But she can't deny the fact that the room looks beautiful.

It's a big bedroom. A very big one if she might add. It has a king sized bed with white side drawers and two large sitters with table at the front and all furnitures are white and ash plus the wardrobe. The painting is all white and ash in colour. The curtains is ash from the open while at the inner, it's white. Then there's a large floor length mirror, she has always loved those types. There are two rugs, all ash, white, cream and wine colour. One is beneath the two sitters and the table, while the other is at the spacious side of the room. It's so spacious and all items look new and shiny. The room is simply beautiful and spacious. Imagine the room containing plenty of them and there's still a lot of space in there. The architect who built this room knows his work really well.

She's currently seated on the large bed, all body parts free from been tied up, even her mouth isn't gagged. Is this how foreigners do their kidnapping?

"She has finally woken up!" A man exclaimed loudly which jolted her mind off of the thoughts and focus her eyes on them. They're seven of them, or wait they're eight. Just when she's done counting them, one opened the door so she concluded there're nine before another person entered. She scoffed internally and stopped counting. Who cares how many they're?

"Hello pretty!" Someone said coming closer to her. She looked at him with disgust, then realised he's the same person who once spied on her at school!

"Let her be Danni, she looks tired." A man said towards the men standing and the said Danni rolled his eyes and stepped back. All men staring at her like she's some kind of an unknown creature they've never seen before. She, on the other hand looks extremely tired and her head is still aching. She has now averted her gaze from them all, and is looking down, sniffing every now and then. If only they knew what she's going through, they wouldn't stand here bickering with themselves. Yes they're bickering, she's hearing them and it's adding to her head pain.