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I shook my head as I tried to adjust with the shooting pain all over my body and my head. I fluttered my eyes as I looked around me trying to see what was around me.
As I tried to move my body, it felt like I was tied up and my limbs felt stretched. I looked at the ceiling to find it was made of glass, just a particular part above me was made of glass. My eyes widened seeing my state.
I was sitting on a swivel chair with my hands and legs tied. The backrest was slightly tiled backwards. I shot my eyes around the room only to find everything unfamiliar. It was a huge room with red walls and vintage styled royal furniture. It was beautifully decorated but the contents in the room weren't normal.
The wall on my right side had a huge glass closet made in it which revealed all the s*x toys inside. From various types of leashes, different types of colored handcuffs, gag, anklecuffs and what not. My heart almost leaped out of my mouth. My pulse quickened when as my blood ran cold when I looked at my left.
There was a same huge cupboard but just had way too many weapons and ropes of different sizes.
I looked at the door infront of me and yelled, "Let me free whoever has kidnapped me."
I was getting scared because I didn't know who had enmity with me. As much as I remembered I had no enemy with my identity of Svetlana Fedorova. I was slightly sweating but I mustered up enough courage to fight for myself.
Getting no response, I again yelled, "Let me free."
I wasn't worried about myself but my daughter. She must be worried about me if she has found that I'm missing. She wasn't used to staying without me for so long and I don't know for how long I've been unconscious.
I was about to yell again when the lights of the room dimmed, changing into warm glow. I looked around myself when the sound of door opening caught my attention. I looked at the door, anticipating who was going to enter.
The door opened revealing two tall men dressed in a bodyguard's uniform. They carried heavy black rifles and the stony expressions on their faces wasn't helping my growing anxiety.
"Who the heck kidnapped me? Just let me go", I yelled again as tears streamed down my face. I was dying out of fear of seeing my daughter worried about my absence. I knew she'd cry.
They didn't respond but just kept staring at me.
Soon, slow sobs started erupting from my mouth, as the fear of something happening to my daughter started suffocating me. I didn't want to fall weak like that but a mother's fear is what it is and however it is.
I begged, "Let me go. My daughter must be scared. I need to see her." But again, there was no response from their side.
I was about to request more when a man dressed in all black with a black mask and black browline glasses entered through the door. My heart stopped thinking about many possibilities but I remained silent staring at him in hope that he'd release me.
