The Beast

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten
Not Staying Silent Anymore

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HANNAH

   "What..." I rasped after minutes of struggling to open my eyes. Where the heck was I?

   It took a few moments before I could hike my head off the bed I'd been laying on. At first, all I could do was gawk at my surroundings. There was a line of small, oval windows on both sides of the wall, but I didn't pay it much mind. My attention had fallen to the lush carpet, the navy walls, and the double doors across from me.

   The longer I studied my environment, the more my mind muddled as I tried to recall how I got myself in this position.

   My toes curled, and my body sank deeper into the mattress with relief. When I first woke, I couldn't open my eyes, let alone move a muscle. For a long period, there was this terrorizing thought that during my sleep, I'd gotten myself paralyzed.

   Keeping a vigilant focus on my feet, I watched in amazement as they moved easier than before. It wasn't long until I began to sit myself up—but still needing to support myself upright, so I wouldn't topple.

   Finally, I glanced toward the windows again, observing a sky so blue it could have been mistaken as part of an animation.

   I didn't see it as a problem; until I realized the only thing I could see was the sky.

   Everything fell into pieces in that moment.

   Going to Lev's penthouse. Him talking all vague. The fear that I felt before everything went dark.

   He drugged me. And by the looks of it, the mother fucker kidnapped me.

   I was on a plane. And not any plane; a private jet. There's no way any regular plane would have a bedroom. Heck, unless they paid an airline a thousand dollars, they wouldn't let anyone board with an unconscious woman without a passport.

   I was all too familiar with the feeling of dread taking over my senses. But even as I acknowledged how royally fucked this all was... I'd never felt so much rage before. This was incomparable to what Darwin and Melina did to me because at least, they hadn't taken my choices away from me. They hadn't taken my bodily autonomy.

   Normally, I'd be considered reasonable. Understanding. Forgiving. But right now, despite this being the scariest ordeal I've ever had to face, I couldn't ignore this feeling deep in my chest; a feeling that promised retribution.

   Fists clenched, I did my best to push myself onto my feet without collapsing. During this time, I tried not to hyperventilate because it started to hit me that I was on a plane, going to an unknown destination.

   My gaze skated toward the windows again, praying that I could magically figure out where we were flying over. How long have I been unconscious?

   Juggling with a mixture of emotions, I sat on the ledge of the bed and gave myself this moment to let my tears fall.

   Soon, I was able to put on a brave face and stand up. Fortunately, a luxurious bathroom connected to the room, so I used the opportunity to refresh my face. As I began to stride toward the exit, I bitterly thought, he didn't tie me up. He probably doesn't think I'll be a threat to whatever plan he has for me.

   Once more, my hatred and animosity conquered my fear. I made sure to have a strong grapple on my anger before I pushed the door open.

   I was instantly lost for words because while the bedroom didn't look like it belonged in a private jet, the rest of the plane could've been mistaken for a swanky living room.