Chapter 3
I slowly open my eyes, seeing the same four figures standing and looking at me like I've lost my senses.
This can't be! This can't be!
I've been kidnapped!
One of them cocks his eyebrow at me, looking annoyed. “Are you through doing a re-check?”
“H-have I been kidnapped?” I can't recognize my voice when I ask.
“What does it looks like to you? Of course we kidnapped you.” another person answers.
“what?” my eyes-widened, my face turns instant pale.
“I hate this, but I feel like reaping this girl into pieces.” one says to one of his members.
“And I'll gladly watch big daddy reaping you into million pieces. She's our special guest, remember.” the person laughs while saying his words.
“Bro, I think she really looks exactly like you, she has the colour of your eyes.”
“You think?” the same guy I first saw approaches me, he squats in front of me, he places his index finger on my chin, tilting my head up to face him.
“What's your name?”
“J-Jazzlyn.”i mutter out weakly.
“Guys, I think I found my fucking soulmate.” he tilts his head to his back, to tell the others.
He faces me, “Nice name, Jazzlyn. I'm Jaxton by the way, but they call me Jazzy. What a coincidence right?” I don't respond to his words, rather I stare at him flatly.
I've heard alot about soulmates. Most times I wonder how the couples in my school, fit so perfectly that I mistake them for looking alike. And now, my own soulmate has to be a fucking kidnapper, criminal, or whatever. I forbid it. There's no way I'm his soul mate.
He gets up and steps back, allowing me to see the other three talking to each other.
“Une petite présentation ne ferait pas de mal, n'est-ce pas ?” someone says in french, he cocks his eyebrow at the others. And they nod in agreement.
The french speaking guy approaches me first, he looks just like a french guy. Silver blonde hair, bronze skin, hazel eyes, carved muscline face. He has a silver rosary hanging around his neck. “I'm Killian, but they call me kill. I act with my name, you try something stupid and I'll give you ten fucking folds of what you'll deserve.” he says, his voice cold and wicked. That it sent cold chills down my spine. He steps aside and another guy approaches me.
“Brandon.” the dark hair guy introduces cooly, he looks like someone I've seen before. I take my time to study his looks, dark hair, sea blue eyes and a nice carved face. I tilt my head to look at him clearly, he shifts back from my movement and another guy steps forward. He has a bandage on his nose, he must be the guy that kidnapped me last night. I'm glad for the fact I left a trademark on his nose.
“Jude.” he doesn't waste time to say and steps back, to join the remaining. I smile weakly at the Jude guy, whose jaw tightens and he looks away quickly.
“You've got to fix this girl man, she looks disoriented.” Jaxton says to Jude.
“I'll do that, after she eats.” he says, and head to the stairs, then vanishes.
“How long have I been here?” I managed to ask.
“two days sweetheart. We though you were fucking dead, but I'm glad you woke up today.” Jaxton answers me.
“Why did you guys kidnap me, I didn't do anything to you guys. And why do I have to be kidnapped in the first place?” I want to lace the words out with venom, but I'm to weak to do so. My body feels separated from my spirit, like I'm totally lifeless.
“Too many questions,” Killian is saying coldly and pacing the empty room in my front. “And just one answer to it. Look young lady, our job is to watch over you and make sure you don't escape, until then…”
“Big daddy is going to be needing you.” Brandon indicates, by licking his bottom lips slowly and totoureous.
“Bro.” Jaxton warns.
“You heard that right, young lady. All you have to do is to stop any fucked up mental image of you trying to escape. And even if you try to escape, you won't possibly find your way out, we're far, far away from the city, or eye sight of other people. All you have to do, is to be obedient to us and enjoy your mini paradise while it lasts. And if you fail to do anything we ask of you to do, consider yourself dead. And I won't give a fuck if you end up in the real paradise or rot in fucking hell.”he says, disgusted. He gives a quick signal with his hand in the air and walks out of the door. Something terrible drops down to the pit of my stomach, my body trembling and fear crawling it's way to my body. Goosebumps coming out to cover my heavy fear.
“First of, you need to take a shower.” Jaxton says, and goes behind my back. I hear a sharp sound of something unclipping and then the sound of rope separating from eachother. The rope falls loose from my hands and I free them out immediately, I look at my pale hands that has red markings on it, I don't have time to check the second hand when I feel a nudge at my back.
“Let's get going.” he leads the way up to the stairs and to the left corner of it, is a room I guess. He held me closely to him just so I won't try something stupid. He twist the door handle, revealing a small bed, we walk farther in and I see a wooden wardrobe at the left corner and then a small mirror hanging loose on the wall beside the wardrobe. There is a small carved window and then at the right corner is a door, which I think it's leading to the toilet. The room looks partially empty.
“I'll be waiting outside the door for you, and don't try something terrible sweetheart.” he says and walks out the room. The door shutting close.
