A Killer's Instinct

XI. Code For Trouble

Staysha's POV.

I felt my conscious gradually pending back to me as I had felt my head thrashing as if there were numerous slabs being flung at my head. My apparition was leisurely coming to me as I had adapted to my surroundings and perceived I was in a dim room, on top of an infirmary bed, the numbing in my form diminishing away.

I detected a man sitting by the bed as he instantaneously hoisted up. I sat up as well only to be secured back when I comprehended that I was all tied up. The guy immediately approached me and began to untie me. He walked away indicating for me to get up.

"Follow me." Was all he said. I obeyed and got up following him as I began to feel woozy, taking a second for me to gain stability. I felt the side of my aching head seeing that there was dry yet still runny blood, rolling down the side of my face.

I didn't know where I was or who I was dealing with as I was dragged along to where I needed to go. I was placed in an office looking area, being told to sit in one empty chair in front of the desk before I was tied in place with my hands bound behind the chair.

The guy stood, securing behind me when a door had opened and another guy walked in. "Thank you, Xander." The guy said.

"Where am I?" I decided to get to the point. But, the guy didn't respond. I sighed.

"Bieber's girl? Right?" The guy inquired.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Answer my question." He ordered serenely.

"I asked you first." I defied.

"I suggest you shut the fuck up before I end up putting a bullet through your head, and you answer me." He commanded. I locked my mouth.

"I will give you unpretentious directions which are what to say when I put you on the phone with your lover boy. Understand? And if you do not follow then I will execute you, no humanity." He threatened as he took out a phone, my phone, and scrolled through the name in front of me until he reached Justin's. "Familiar?" He interrogated as he clicked the number.

"You will lead him to me, alright? If you dare mention I take you you're dead." He threatened as he placed the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" The voice responded straightaway.

"Justin?" I probed. I felt the steel barrel of the pistol at the back of my head. My voice was trying so hard not to crack.

"Hey, Staysha. Are you okay? Is everything all good?" He asked. No, I'm being kidnapped and forced against my will to talk to you and lead you here to get killed.

"Yeah, everything's alright. Can you uh, please meet me?" I asked.

"Uh, sure, where you at?" He asked.

"817 Church Street." The guy ordered in a whispered tone shoving the gun deeper into my skull as if ordering me to say what he said.

"I'm on 817 Church Street." I unevenly answered.

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute." He said, about to hang up.

"Wait, Justin, can I ask you a question?" I queried.

"Yes, what's that?"

"Did you, uh, did you hit your penis on the coffee table today?" I asked, clearing my throat.

"Wait, what?" He asked, but before I could say anything else, the phone was taken away from my ear and I was praying that Justin got my hint, or else I would be deceased, as would he.