You're Being Watched

Taken

I open my eyes, unsure of what had happened but everything is black. My head is throbbing from being bashed into the dashboard. Great not again.... This time I'm not on the floor, I'm sitting in a chair. I try and move my hands, but they're tied down to the arms of the chair. My memories come back and panic sinks in. I start desperately trying to break the restraints, which appear to be zip ties. I realize my vision is black because there is a bag over my head, which makes me panic more. I'm not the type to start screaming, I just panic in silence. I mean, what good would screaming do? Chances are if anyone is in the room with me, they aren't here to help. 

"Oh calm down." a voice says. I don't recognize this voice, but I'm scared I may know who it belongs to. I feel a hand grab the bag over my head and they pull it off. I was right....

"If I was going to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago, but Elias wanted you alive." It was him, the man with the scar. I stare at him, unsure of what to say. I've read a lot about situations like this, how to talk your way out of it. I don't have anything to hide, which makes talking easier, as long as they believe me. I scan the room and I see a few men throughout holding guns, just watching. I'm not sure what Elias looks like, but I don't think any of them are him. I picture him being a giant guy, with huge arms, like the Rocks. Actually.. kinda just picture him looking like the Rock. My best bet of getting out of here alive, is talking to the boss.

"I want to talk to Elias." I try to maintain eye contact. I read that that's a good way for your kidnapper to see you as being human. He sorta laughs at my sentence, a kinda sarcastic laugh.

"I see, so now you think you get to call the shots." he leans down a little closer to my face, "Yeah, that's not how this works hun." I try to keep eye contact, but it's a little harder with how close he is.

"How does this work then? Enlighten me." I have no idea where my sass came from, or how I even got my words out. Sassing someone who clearly has a happy trigger finger probably isn't a solid plan, but if I go out, I at least don't want to go out a coward. He sorta smirks at my choice of words.

"Simple, you give me the necklace, I call my boss and see if you get to live." 

"What's so important about the necklace?" I have every intention of giving the necklace back, but I at least want to know why it's so important to him. He doesn't seem mad, he seems amused. "Is it because it's expensive?" I ask. His facial expression remains the same smirk he's had this entire time.

"You really think we need the money?" he asks. If it's not about the money, then what is it about? "I'm only going to ask you this once, where is the necklace?" Honestly, I'm kinda curious what would happen if I didn't tell him, but in the same breath I don't want to know.

"Right front pant pocket." I break eye contact and look down. He fumbles with my pocket until he finds the necklace.

"See, that wasn't so hard." he examines the necklace in his hand, "Now let's see what the boss wants to do with you." I expect him to pull out his phone, but he doesn't. Instead a man I haven't seen yet comes in. He's a small man, with basically no hair. He has glasses on and fairly normal clothes. He doesn't look like any kind of threat. He comes over to me with a smug look on his face.

"Hello Y/N," he says "I'm Elias, pleasure to finally meet you." He says as he takes the necklace from his partner. THIS?! This guy is Elias!? I gotta admit that is not at all what I had expected. 

"You're Elias?" I ask in an unsure tone. He nods. "Well Elias, you have what you want, so let me go." I try to make eye contact, but that scarface guy won't stop staring, which is freaking me out.

"I could," he lets out a quiet laugh, "but what fun would that be?" He looks over at scarface. "Kill her, but wait until I leave." He turns towards the exit.

"Wait no! You can't do that I gave you what you wanted!" I throw my body around trying to break the zip ties. Scarface pulls out his gun and points it at my head as Elias leaves the room. This can't be it, this cannot be how my story ends. I look him straight in the eyes and try to stare into his soul, like John did to me. I couldn't fight my way out of this one, I had to try other tactics. He pauses with the gun pointed at me. For a moment, it seemed as though he was going to lower it. Suddenly there is an explosion at the front door of the room, which makes scarface turn around to see what's happening. I hear gunshots, but I can't make out what's happening. Suddenly I see him, the man in the suit... John. He's shooting the men in the kneecaps, somehow managing to not get shot himself. All of the attention is on him, this is my chance to break out. I feel a hand on my shoulder which causes me to gasp. I whip my head around to see Shaw standing there with a knife.

"Let's get you out of here." She cuts the zip ties and pulls me up. I look over at John who seems to have everything under control. The men are all on the ground, somehow some still have their kneecaps, he must have hit them instead. I look for Scarface, but he's nowhere to be seen, he must have gotten away. John comes over to me and takes the side of my face into his palm.

"Are you alright Y/N?" he asks with a worried look in his eye. 

"I think so." I nod "One got away." I claim.

"I know, I'm not worried about that right now. We need to get you somewhere safe and wrap your wrists." I look at him confused. I look down at my wrists and notice they are bleeding. It must have been from trying to break the ties. I try and walk but I stumble over my feet into John's chest. My left leg feels like it got run over by a truck! It must have been from our car being hit. 

"I don't think I can walk." I hunch over in pain. John doesn't hesitate to lift me off my feet into his arms. He carries me out of the building with Shaw following close behind us. He gets me in the car and we drive off.