CALISTA [SERRNITY]
I saw that he wasn't anyone I knew. He was a complete stranger.
“Who sent you?” I asked, ignoring his previous warning.
He pressed on the trigger slightly but not enough to shoot me. That was more than enough of a warning I needed. I swallowed a lump down my throat as I struggled to drive the car further.
He gave me directions until we arrived at a base near a secluded seaside that was locked in by bushes.
“Move!” He tossed me further when I hesitated to enter the metallic door that led to God knows where.
I groaned, clenching my fist. “Did Sinclair send you?”
He didn't answer but continued to guide me on until we arrived at a huge collapsible door. My breath caught in my throat as I was unaware of the fate that awaited me inside.
The man leading me on who had a scar on his cheekbone pushed me inside the dark basement or whatever the room behind the door was.
The moment I stepped inside, the lights came on, revealing a motley crew of hooligans, all dressed rascally like him.
“Welcome, bitch!” One of them threw at me.
Fear had begun to take over every fiber of my body. I gripped the hem of my top tight. “What do you want from me?” I demanded, my eyes scanning them all.
“Why, why, why? Don't be in a hurry, now. It spoils the fun.” One of them, who was unfolding a bundle of rope chuckled mockingly at me.
Was he going to use that on me? My throat dried up and I had a momentary cardiac jump. How could Sinclair have stabbed me in the back so fast?
One of them who was chewing on a hum aggressively patted a chair. “SIT!” He ordered.
My palms began to sweat as I sluggishly obeyed his order. I didn't want to be tossed around anymore.
And thus, I was strapped to the chair with the rope. “What do you want from me?!” I hollered while they tied my legs.
“We don't need you, silly.” A voice joined the conversation from behind.
In came a man dressed in a seemingly expensive suit. He had a well-trimmed hair and a clumsy face. He looked probably as tall as a pole. His face lacked the scars and criminal look on his subordinates.
“You are just bait.” He finished and squatted in front of me, taking my face in his hand and turning it left and right. “Ah, you are indeed very beautiful.” He nodded. “No wonder you had Shawn fucking you right in his office!” He declared and the rest of the gang laughed.
Provoked, I spat a chunk of spit on his face.
“What the…?!” One of his men hurried to me, probably to punish me for my boldness but he held out a hand to stop him.
Slowly, he took out a handkerchief in his pocket and wiped my spit off. “Do you know what irks me the most apart from having rivals who grow wings? Unlawful and stupid women.”
Slam!
He landed a very loud slap on my face. The force caused me to jerk sideways. “Sinclair sent you, didn't he?” I barked, rage pouring through me.
“Sinclair?” He raised his hands up with a mocking glee which caused his gang to burst out laughing.
Fuck them all.
“Sinclair? Please, darling. That old fool wouldn't know what to do with a pawn like you. You're for a purpose much bigger. A purpose that your — unique TALENTS had made possible.” He smirked.
With the way he laid emphasis on the ‘Talents’, I knew what he was referring to; Me and Shawn having sex in the office. He did just make a reference to it. However, how did he know that?
Did Shawn send these people?
Had Shawn discovered that I had stolen his documents that quickly?
“You’ll regret this.” I spat out and received a very huge blow on my head that took me out immediately.
.
Water splashing hard on my face woke me up. Panting, I shut my heavy lids open. It took me a few moments to recall everything that had happened.
I was kidnapped in my car after seeing the misfortune that had befallen the site.
“Open your eyes, bitch. Your fuck boy is here!” One of the gangs with a very poor accent jibed, forcing me to look in front of me.
My eyes bulged when I saw what was before me. Shawn was sitting on a chair, all tied up just like I was.
“SHAWN!” I screamed but he was unconscious and didn't hear me. “Fuck, this. SHAWN!” I cried out again, my pulse quickening.
The man in the suit was gone. Five hooligans were what was left with me and Shawn who were both tied up.
They began to pour water on Shawn but before I could call out to him again, a cloth was stuffed and tied across my mouth, preventing me from making any audible sound whatsoever.
When Shawn woke up, he challenged them just like any reasonable person would, and then, the man in a suit came out again.
He went over to Shawn who soon began to laugh upon seeing the ma in suit.
“So, it's you? How pettier can you be?” Shawn scoffed but only ended up receiving a slap just like me from the suit man.
“With business, I can eat shit if I must.” The man in the suit wiped his hand off of the water smeared on it from slapping Shawn.
I didn't know why it hurt so much to watch Shaw get hit. It almost felt as though the blow was delivered on me myself.
Dear Lord, why didn't I enjoy watching Shawn suffer just as I had always wanted to see him? Why did it feel so painful watching it?
“Shawn Donnelly, I'm sure you enjoyed my little demonstration on your precious site?” The man in a suit laughed out.
My eyeballs threatened to fall as my jaw slapped. It wasn't Sinclair who ruined the site but this man?
Who was this man anyway?
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