LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

TWENTY THREE

TWENTY THREE

Larissa Kimi Cohen woke up in an empty warehouse.

Her head was throbbing like crazy, a headache rippling through her skull as she was forced to squint, since the dark warehouse was lacking light making it impossible for her to see anything.

Her surroundings were dead silent, not a sound around her or in the distance signalling that nobody was around.

She forced her small body to move, her foot making contact with something which she soon realised was her bag, which hopefully still held her phone.

Her hands were tied together with rope, which was tied to the wall so that she couldn't reach for her bag with her hands, but, if she took her time, then maybe she would be able to hopefully move her bag closer to her, with her feet.

She grunted as she stretched her legs out, feeling the strap of her bag wrap around her foot, which allowed her to slowly bring her leg back towards her body, until she was able to grab the bag with her hands and open it.

Her phone wasn't there.

She squinted once more as she took in the dark surroundings around her, before a light bulb seemed to go off in her head.

Her hands reached back in to her bag and pulled out a very small makeup bag, which when opened, revealed the silver metal of a nail file, which were engraved with her father's initials, since it used to belong to him.

Her small hand clasped around them as she began to slowly cut through the rope that bound her wrists together, and whilst incredibly slow, they were doing the job.

Within thirty minutes, her hands were free of their bounds, allowing her to push herself slowly up to her feet, finding herself swaying slightly from what she presumed was a dose of something to keep her in the state of unconsciousness until they arrived at the warehouse.

She slowly stepped her way towards an exit, her back flat against the wall to ensure that her grandfather could not sneak up on her from behind.

It wasn't the first time that she had been kidnapped in her life, because since she was the daughter of a rich Formula One driver, people saw her as an easy way to make money and so she had previously been taken from outside her school as a ransom for her father.

Her father immediately paid the money for the seven year old to be released, but discovered that her kidnappers had lost the child since she was clever enough to make her escape on to the streets of São Paulo.

That was the reason that had Luiz decided to home school her, since he didn't trust the streets of São Paulo to keep his precious little girl safe once more from the big bad men that hid within the shadows.

She had quickly realised that she was in her grandfathers warehouse where he stored his plane, since she was able to spot the silhouette of the plane through the darkness.

Her grandfather's footsteps were heard in the distance, in the direction that she had come from, making her even more on edge.

She was not dying here, alone.

She hurried her way silently through the warehouse, until she made it to the man's office, finding her phone laying next to a computer screen that held the picture of multiple surveillance cameras.

She knew the way out, but she couldn't make it without alerting him to her location and potentially allowing him to recapture her, so she had no idea what to do.

"Well, well, well."

Larissa's body froze in its place at his voice sounding from directly behind her.