In It For The Long Run (Editing)

IIFTLR- Sorry, Boss' Orders

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Chapter 19

Nikki’s P.O.V

My head aches and body is stiff. My arms are tightly behind my back and my wrists are sore from the ropes that keep them there. My eyes are open but all I see is darkness, no speck of light whatsoever.

From what I can tell, there is a bag of my head, blocking any light coming through. There is a gag in my mouth stopping me from letting any words out.

I start to scream and shake in the chair I am in but the sounds are muffled and my body is too constricted.

I continue my pitiful fight to grab some attention until I feel the bag ripped off my head. An unknown man stands in front of me with the bag in his hands.

“I see you’re awake princess.” He exclaims with a grin also accompanied by Australian accent. The grin doesn’t comfort me one bit, it makes my body shiver and skin crawl, its sinister not kind.

I glare and the man in front of me while confused by an accent I am more than familiar with. “You are Australian?” I ask but it comes out incomprehensible because of the gag.

“What?” he asks in confusion while sitting himself down on the small chair a few metres in front of me.

I roll my eyes and look down at the gag then up at him. He looks really confused for a moment before understanding crosses his features.

“Oh you want me to take the gag off?” he asks in amusement. I nod my head vigorously with a glimmer of hope.

He shakes his head with a small laugh, “No can do princess, boss’ orders.” Boss? He isn’t in charge?

I groan in frustration and lean back in my chair. I look around in the dimly lit room I am in, it’s dirty and disgusting. The walls are concrete and stained from old age, the room itself is not very big. There are no furniture in here other than the uncomfortable chair I am in and the chair the no-named man is sitting in. There is that hanging light in the centre of the room that you see in warehouses in those cop movies.

Wait, where is Esme? What have they done with her? What are they going to do with me? Why do they want us? I can’t get any answers as long as this stupid gag is around my mouth.

I turn my attention back on the guy, who is sitting and playing on his phone. From when he was standing he seems quite tall with a medium build. He has jet black hair and piercing green eyes that have lost the spark that was clearly there a while ago.  He is good looking to be honest but nowhere near like Demitri. This guy looks a lot younger than Demitri, probably my age or slightly older.

The guy suddenly raises his head, as if he could feel my stare on his lowered head. He smirks when he realises he caught me staring at him. “I know I would be staring too.” He oh so modestly says.

I roll my eyes at his words. His phone buzzes and he looks back down at his phone.

He suddenly gets up and walks towards me with a smile, “It’s your lucky day, the boss is feeling generous today.” He announces before walking behind my chair and untying the gag around my mouth.

I take in a breath of somewhat fresh air through my mouth. He slowly walks over to the chair he was previously sitting on.

“What is your name?”  I ask with an extremely croaky voice. I cough to remove the odd feeling in my throat.