<It's like kill or be killed. That's my thing basically>
|Jadesola|
*SLIGHTLY UNEDITED😭*
Friday, September 17, 2021
GASPING, MY eyes flew open, a sea of black staring back at me. Where was I?
Fuck. I groaned loudly, feeling like a train had ran over me, smashing every bone in my body to dust. Why was I aching so much?
Slanting forward, I started to rise but couldn't. I was bound to a seat. No!
There was a pounding behind my temple, an insistent ache that refused to recede as I struggled in my bindings, my wrists wound tightly behind me.
Wait. I paused, craning my neck to and fro. Why was I bound in eerie dimness in the first place?
The stranger tailing me. His maniacal laughter as he caged my hands before I was knocked out.
My lips quivered in horror. I'd been kidnapped! Jesus Christ!
"Hail Mary. You're awake." Darkness shrouded the bent figure, cold voice slashing through the fetid air, "I thought I was going to have to wake you up with a bucket of water. Or blood."
Terror had my entire body quaking badly. I couldn't fathom why he'd kidnapped me, what was his gain? Ransom? Because I was married to Kian, my multi-billionaire husband? Shit. Instant regret at leaving him, clanged a dull pang in my heart. If only I had stayed back. If I had, my baby and I wouldn't be at risk. Fuck.
Sucking in a deep breath, loud yells escaped me, the ache in my temple increasing with every note, "Help! Someone help me! I've been kidnapped!"
That familiar voice again, this time more brittle and harsher, grunted, "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Apart from making me angry, it's also a futile attempt because we're in an abandoned church. No one ever comes here."
Afraid to force his hand, I zipped my lips shut, cold sweat beading on my forehead.
The scraping of metal against cement, struck the air and a flood of bright light swarmed all over the place. The creepy asshole had switched on the bulb, his back turned to me.
Fuck him, I was keen to know who had dared kidnap me.
My eyes blinked fast as they got accustomed to the yellow glare, having been in the darkness for too long. Dust, tiny particles of debris, danced in the air as I swept my gaze around. Itching for a means of escape.
We were in a basement of some sorts, the brick-laid walls, dank and moisture dripping down it. From every direction I could view, there were four wide arches, leading to the entrance, the first arch, allowing a faint shaft of sun beam through.
How long had I even been knocked out for? Hours? Days? Weeks?
Looking away, I licked my dry, chapped lips, unable to figure out whether it was evening or afternoon. Terrified, I wasn't going to ask, before he finally decided to kill me.
Still inspecting my gloomy surroundings, I pinned my eyes forward. A metal chair and a table were placed ahead, some beads, a knife, guns and a diary situated atop it. Next to the legs of the table, a lump of black was settled. That should have been normal, except it wasn't. Not when a pale, limp white wrist speared the bag, explaining the repulsive odor that permeated the atmosphere.
Was that a fucking body in a bag? My eyes flared wider, stomach churching as fear, ire and trepidation dragged me under.
"Sharp as a fiddle, girl. That is one of my latest sacrifices to Mary. The little one screamed her lungs out while we had our fun. And it makes me wonder, will you be louder?" The man's broad shoulders were still turned to me, but I could sense the sickening grin tinged in his tone.
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Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
