Taken

Chapter 11

My body begins to ache, but I quickly dismiss the feeling.

I need to keep running. I have to keep running.

I run to the entryway, but I'm stopped by a large hand gripping the back of my shirt.

I choke at the sudden pressure on my neck and collapse on the ground.

My eyes focus on a tall, dark man wearing a blue jumpsuit and a matching box hat.

"Seems you have fallen, miss. Let me help you up." His tone forged.

I spit at his shining, black shoes.

"Don't touch me." I hiss.

"Ma'am, please. Let me." He says as I scramble to my aching feet.

"Don't!" I bark at the ridiculous man.

Lets just say, trust no one.

The host's words suddenly becoming clear as crystal in my head.

The whole staff works for them.

Maybe even some guests at the hotel.

The giant of a man rolls his obscure eyes, and uses his hand to cling on my shoulder, hoisting me up.

"I don't like to get orders from a pathetic bitch." He hisses in my ear.

I slap his hand and try to wiggle out of his grip, but it's no use.

The man must be four of me.

"Why do you work for him?"

"You have no business in that."

"Do you have kids?"

"Why wo-"

"Do you?"

"I don't have to tell you shit."

"Who will I spill your secret to?"

"They aren't secrets!"

"So you do have kids?"

"What? No."

"How old is she?"

"Twelve."

"You love her right?"

"As much as my heart will allow me to." I watch his eyes change demeanor when I bring up his daughter.

"I want you to imagine her playing on the lawn, then you leave- just for a second. Then you come back, and she's gone. Five men took her to take her god knows where, and you're left there cursing at the world because they took yours." I hear his heart beat fasten as I mention someone kidnapping his daughter.

"That'll never happen." He blankly states.

"Karma." I whisper to myself.

"What did y-" Before he can finish, a beanie comes in my sights.

Harry finally made it past the 100's of people, two coffee shops, and clothing store to get to me.

Harry shoves the man out of the way, and breaks me of the man's hold.

I can tell, just by the fire burning in his eyes, if there weren't so many people around, he'd pound me to the depths of this oak ground.

"Lets go." He snarls and catches my hand in his.

He keeps silent till we're in the elevator.

"That was a stupid move, Jennifer." I can't tell how mad he is by the slight chuckling he lets out.

Don't say anything. Keep quiet.

"This hotel is surrounded by my employees. You wouldn't have stood a chance. You fucking dumb b-" He stops himself from exploding and lets out a deep breath.

"You're going to sleep with the other boys tonight." His voice sounding almost uninterested.

"Why?" My tone softer than I implied.

"Because, I can't deal with you tonight. I don't want to hurt you. Plus, it's better if four boys watch you more than one."

You mean, you can't hurt me.

I don't speak or even move.

My breathing suddenly holding awkwardness in the vast space.

The elevator bings and the doors slide open.

I begin to walk out, but Harry's wily foot forces me to halt.
He pushes his forearm across my chest and drives me to the side of the elevator.
He places his full lips against my ear.

"Don't ever try this little stunt against, babe. Or next time, I won't ask permission to kiss you or screw you. Screw you so hard till you bleed." He chuckles deviously against my throbbing ear.

"Understand?" His voice rumbling as he he pushes his hips against mine.

I nod my head in agony; he licks the lobe of my ear and gently sucks.

"Good, baby." I feel his smirk grow next to my burning face.

His right hand sneaks up the back of my thighs to my bum and he harshly squeezes, letting out a moan.

"I'll fuck you one day, baby. God, I can't wait."

Frightened, lost, and quavering, he left me.

He took his proud self to his room, and left me stranded.

He may have an idiotic livelihood, but he's very canny.

He wasn't afraid of me running away, because he knew I couldn't.
He knew I can't.

I walk out of the elevator and walk in front of a room labeled B334.

I hesitantly knock on the bleached door.

I hear pounding footsteps elongate to the entry.

It swings open, and what I'm expecting is not what my eyes vision.

For a second, I think my vision is bluffing me until I hear her voice.

"Hello, Jennifer." Her voice just as excruciating as I remembered it.

"Hello, mother."