Taken

Chapter 10

I stand up from the freezing tile and make my way to the door.

You can do this. You're strong. Don't believe anything he says.

I open the door with a creak and peak out of the opening.

The bed is still perfectly made, and the leather chairs occupying the alluring place sit deserted.

He must have left.

This is your time to escape. Go. Run.

I open the door throughly out and glance at my sides, again.

Empty.

I dart for the door.

My body filling with adrenaline; my heart feeling like it's going to break out of my chest.

I swing the door open, and sprint to the stairs. I don't have time for the elevator.
I feel like I'm flying, my legs are planting on the ground so fast.

I push through the door for the stairs, and like lightning, reach the first floor.

Tears rush down my cheeks, and a wild smile appears on my broken face.

I sprint to the host, and I see he's on a call.

"No ma'am, we don't groom your dogs. No ma'am, we respect your dog it's just we don't have a place to groom them. Ma'am, please und-" His tone is so emotionless, I almost beak out a laugh, but quickly swallow it as I interrupt his conversation.

"Sir, sir. Please, I need your help." My voice matching the tears rushing down my beet-red face.

He raises me a finger, and a artificial smile.

"It'll just take a second, ma'am."

"No ma'am, but we can recommend a great groomers just down the s-"

"I don't have a second! My life's on the line, please help me!" My voice causing a few people's faces to turn and ear in.

He rolls his eyes,

"Please hold, ma'am."

His eyes focus back on me, and his tongue swipes across the front of his teeth.

"What?"

I feel the rage inside of me growing, and I'm so close to the edge of slapping this abrupt man.

"Please just call 911 for me. I've been kidnapped by five men. I don't know where I am, but I know I can't be too-"

He cuts me off with the same bleak tone,

"What did they look like, ma'am?"

"They're all young. Ones a dirty blonde, other are brunettes. They're all pretty fit. They all came in with me to this hotel, and th-"

"Does one have a rose tattoo on his arm?"

"Yeah! Wait, how did you know?"

"I saw him come in with you. Makes sense now. They looked reckless." He lets out a small giggle.

"Sir, this isn't a laughing matter. Please call the cops." I'm so done with this ass of a man.

"Surely." He grins and lifts the phone.

"Hello?"

"Yes."

"She's here."

"I don't know how."

"Just get her before people see her."

"Hurry up."

With that he flung the phone on the dial and faced me.

"W-Who was that?" I stutter.

"I think you already know the answer to that, Jennifer." His voice filled with bitterness.

Run, Jennifer. Run. Common! Run!

I try to lift my legs, but they're paralyzed.

My ears are filled with the beat of my heart.

"Y-you work for t-them?" My lips not being able to connect.

"Oh, sweetheart. You really think if they didn't have workers, you'd still be hidden? Cute." He lets out a little pity laugh.

"How m-many?" I question breathing through every word.

"Lets just say...don't trust anyone." He winks with a smirk.

"Oh, look. Here he comes." His face rotates to the doorway to the stairs.

Coming my way is a fuming Harry.

And I literally mean fuming.

His face is scrunched up in anger, and I can see his chest rise and fall from here. His hair is trapped in a beanie, and his eyes dark.

The usual emerald is now a lost forest.

I don't think twice before my feet are headed towards the exit.