Under the stars

Chapter 19

At last the training session was over and I felt faint and like I should have passed out hours ago but unfortunately I am still standing. I checked the clock and was shocked to see the time was 2 am but before I could even take a step out of the studio I was ushered back for a word or two. "So as I have seen today there is a lot of work to be done and to achieve that we need to start earlier so I expect to see you at 8am sharp here tomorrow no complaints whatsoever.". "Well when do I sleep I am only human like seriously".

 "Your sleep schedule is none of my concern and I will leave you to figure that out on your own but the times are set in stone and if they ever get changed I will be the person to inform but if not they stay the same". I limped back to my room enraged. It would take minimum half an hour for me to shower get ready then hope in bed leaving me at about 3:30 am and I would need to wake up at at least 7am to make it in time which barely gives me an adequate amount of sleep and I feel so sore it is even worse than the day Santiago made me workout all day Ballet just hits different. 

My whole body is numb in pain and I have no idea what to do with my feet and I was dreading looking after it or even seeing the product and effect the day had on them. I thought of my only feasible option which was to head back to the Ballet studio in search of professional help because in all honesty I had no idea how to care for my feet like I was absolutely clueless in the matter. During my endless voyage I inevitably ended up lost in some weird alleyway which soon led me outside leaving me even more stunned. 

I was confused and lost, which was a recipe for disaster. I spent the near useless 20 minutes wandering around until I came to the front of the castle. I was reminiscing on the day I arrived and how much I admired the architecture but not when I look at it all I see is pain and hope for a better future awaiting me. All the seats and tears play in my mind like an on-going movie and whilst I have only been here for a short period of time it felt like I had a lifetime's worth of stories to tell somebody. 

I probably looked ridiculous just staring up at the house meaninglessly but it held some profound meaning to me and that was all that mattered. What felt like life forever but in reality was only a few minutes. I heard heavy footsteps behind me but before I could react and run I was plunged into darkness as somebody emerged from behind and put a hand on my mouth silencing me and another on my wrist and waist restraining me. I am surprised with how the situation went and I kind of knew at that moment that the person was not a professional kidnapper but was trying their best. 

They were most definitely male and strong as hell. His build kind of reminded me of Santiago and something about them just clicked the same and before I even had to see the person's face I knew he was a relative of him in some way. Close or far I am not too sure at this moment but the moment I see the face I will know for sure. I was shoved into a car with force and left in presumably the back seat and at some point the athletic adventures of today led to me drifting off to sleep listening to the steady movement of the car as it lulled me to sleep. At some point I thought I was dreaming this whole thing but as soon as I felt myself jolt awake I noticed I was in the same position as I was last night when I drifted off. 

Everything felt familiar besides one major difference. I felt another presence in the car and I was guessing that somebody else was there too and my suspicions were confirmed when I heard the two mysterious men talking and laughing their heads off in the front seat. I had to resist the eye roll but screw they can't possibly see my eyes in any case. What could possibly be funny about kidnapping somebody in the stark of night like a joke and game of cat and mouse. I stayed still for a few minutes before I could not resist the ache in my muscles to move around and shuffle for a better position. Last night I was so exhausted. I passed out but I never noticed how uncomfortable the position I was in actually was.

 In an attempt to slowly and quietly shift around during the process I must have attracted the attention of my kidnappers in the process. It was odd that I never heard either of them speak only laugh until now. "Well looks like the little vixen is up, I will leave you to deal with that one". "Nah don't worry we are almost there, no need to stress she can hold on tight for a minute longer no need to be a damsel in distress' '. I was confused and after his last comment just a bit more terrified.

 These people are really cold hearted. I suddenly became self conscious when I remembered that the outfit I was in last night was the Ballet attire I was in during class. I was scared and embarrassed oddly enough even though I should not care because my life's on the line but I had other thoughts occupying my brain like the least I wanted was to be wearing something pretty when I die, a floral dress or something like that instead of sweaty and tight ballet attire. My brain was totally consumed thinking about my outfit when the car came to an abrupt stop. Both men in the front seats exited the car and left me in the backseat for at least 10 minutes. 

These guys really are the worst kidnapper I have ever seen on the planet even though I have never been kidnapped before movies depict it very differently. A short time after my exhausting weight somebody hoisted me up. Judging from my knowledge of the human body I was immobile on the top of their shoulders and I only now noticed that my hand and legs were tied, my eyes covered and mouth taped. I was the worst in stressful situations and I knew I would only make it worse for myself so I stayed still in a stupid attempt to earn the trust of the people who went out of their way to kidnap me. 

It kind of soothed my nerves a tiny bit when it seemed that one of the guys that kidnapped me was probably a relative to Santiago of some sort because I was assuming that if they did not already kill me they did not want me dead so I must be used as some sort of leverage in hopes that Santiago will save me but little did they know that he really does not care that much and will probably leave me to rot away. I was led through god knows where and my mind started thinking the worst when I heard the sound of creaky metal doors opening and in that moment I was chucked in and my unknown kidnappers removed my restraints and the blindfold and gag. 

I quickly tried to capture the essence of my surroundings, the person who kidnapped me but for once they played it smart and were wearing a full face mask so at the end of it I had no idea who they were. "Don't fuss, boss will be with you in a minute". So all I gained from this was that I was trapped and his so-called boss was going to come and hopefully grant me a merciful death. I waited anxiously fumbling around with my fingers in an attempt to calm myself down even though it barely worked. It was making some non-existent difference and the action was so familiar and calming.

 A few minutes later a guy dressed in full black and quite muscular stalked his way around and unlocked the lock on my walk-in cage. I cowered back in fear. I was getting flashbacks of Santiago and how much this guy reminded him of me. His full face was covered in a similar black mask to which the other guy was wearing which concealed their identity but I was able to make out his brunette hair and layed lazily on top of his head.