You changed my life [Rammstein]

Chapter 03: Help me... please

I look ahead and my heart beats speed up, I'm seeing my free ticket in front of me. This doesn't last long because I feel Emile cutting the rope that is attaching my arms, with a knife.

-Try not to draw any attention on you or I'll put you in pieces. The guy threatens me, the knife pressed against my arm.

-I beg you... I start feeling fear. Don't hurt me, I'll stay quiet...

-Shut up now, we're approaching them... let me talk to them without saying a word, understand?

I shake my head in approval and close my mouth and keep silent as the brunette drives the car to the cops.

One policeman stops us and asks Emile to lower the window on his side before running his flashlight shine on our faces.

-Your papers, sir? Asks the policeman.

The brown takes the papers from the glove box and holds them out, nonchalantly, to the police officer who checks them carefully and then looks at my kidnapper.

-You are the famous guitarist's son, right? I'm really a big fan of his band !!

-Yes he's my father. Emil responds with indifference.

The officer shines his torch on my face and looks at me for a few seconds. His mouth opens and closes as if he wants to say something.

-And... Who's this handsome girl with you?

I turn my head and my eyes meet those of my kidnapper, I defy him and await for his answer.

-She's my girlfriend, we just came back from a night out. Ads the brunette.

-And what's her name, if it doesn't bother you of course?

-She's called Anastasia Michaelis, why all these questions officer?

-A girl named Jimaima Carter got kidnapped, four days ago, we received the order to find her. Answerss the cop then adds: Sorry to have stopped you like this, it's our job.

-No problem sir. Emil says politely. And good luck to find the daughter of the director.

The officer remains near us a few more seconds looking at me intently, as if he recognized me, and then turns his attention on the driver.

-By the way, Emil... Stop playing comedy to your best friend. Begins the officer then continues leaning toward his friend: I really want to know why you choosed her this time !!

-It's pure chance my old James. The kidnapper shrugs. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill her.

The officer named James salutes us, then let him go norally. I don't believe what my ears have heard, they are friends !! No chance to escape...

I turn towards the driver and give him a dirty look, but he doesn't pay attention to it at all and continues driving, his eyes fixed on the road.

-Why this murderous look, Miss Carter? He says sarcastically and then adds: So, you are the daughter of Mr. Director of the company Carter Corporation?

-You kidnapped me for ransom? How much do you want ? My father can pay all the money you want.

-It's not the money of Gabriel that's interesting me but rather something else... He puts his hand on my knee and caresses it. You're very beautiful, very sexy...

-Keep your dirty paws on you, Emil. I whistle with rage, removing his hand. You touch me once more and say goodbye to your fingers.

-This was a joke! I didn't intend to do what you think but you mustn't get on my nerves if you don't want to see my other face.

-Rule number one, don't get Emil pissed off or he'll do things...atrocious things. I mumble.

-Yes, it's the number one rule. Confirms the boy.

The sun begins to point to the horizon and the road becomes clearer. I take a look out the window and notice that we are always in the middle of the forest. After a few minutes, the houses start appearing before us.

-What's this city? I ask, confused.

-Welcome to Chicago, baby. Emil smiles.

-What? we are as far from Washington as this? I exclaim.

-You forgot you were unconscious for three days? Well, we'll not stay here... just the time to buy our provisions in the nearest mini supermarket and then go away.

Good, very good. When he stops, I'll take this opportunity to run away because he forgot to tie me. My heart speeds up and my fear increases.

Finally, we arrive at a petrol pump where a mini super market is located. My kidnapper takes his gun and puts it to his belt, then turns to me.

-You want to eat anything for the moment?

-I don't want anything. I respond with distrust. All I want is to go home.

-Good, a piece of chocolate pie and juice. He says, not paying attention to what I said.

He's too stupid or what?

He gets out of the car but before closing the door, he turns to me and I see him getting a blade out of his pocket.

-I know you're not going to remain calm in my absence. He sticks the blade in my thigh and then adds: Like this you'll not try to escape.

Ok, he's not stupid, he hurts...

He locks the door and goes to the little shop. I look at the blood flowing from the wound and then around me, looking for a way to escape. It's true that I am injured but I don't want to stay here.

Looking under the seats, in the glove box, between the cushions... but I find no way to open the damn car from the inside, because it's really weird.

A moment later, a young man comes near the car. I squabble with the windows for a few minutes and finally open them.

-I beg you, help me !! I shout at him.

He turns around to me and I give him a sign to approach. He looks at me with mischief and I don't blame him because I am in the only car that's here. Finally he approaches but keeps a distance between us.

-A problem, miss? He questions me.

-Listen to what I'll tell you... a guy kidnapped me and you have to call the police.

-Get out of the car then! And I'll take you to the nearest police station. Says the man.

-I can't, I'm wounded in the thigh. I say, wincing in pain.

-What are you doing, Jim? The furious voice of Emil sounds suddenly.

-Shit... He's back, go I don't want him hurting you.

-Jim! I TOLD YOU TO STAY QUITE, FUCK !! Shouts my kidnapper.

-RUN! HE IS heeled !!

Too late...

to be continued