Curiosity

3. Nightmare

Hello again sunshines!😘 In this chapter, it relates back to the description. I feel like it's finally getting into the plot!

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The room is pitch black, only the moons' creating a small reflection of light. The room's big and looks completely normal, but if you look really close, you'd be able to see the 17 year old girl strapped to a chair, glancing nervously around the room.

She remembers nothing, she doesn't even know what day it is or why she's strapped to a fricking chair. She can't even remember her own name.

She hears something and glances out into the ocean of darkness.

'Who's there?' She says, trying not to sound as terrified as she was.

Deep laughter fills the room, he's here.

The laughter makes hair stand on the girls neck, it sounded so evil and...sexy? No, focus, this random weirdo has you strapped to a chair, so control your girly hormones! He's a monster, right?

'What do you want from me? Why am I here?'

Laughter fills the room once more.
'Oh candy, so many questions. Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise now, would I?' He pauses.  'How about you try and put your whole fist in that perky little mouth of yours and if you can't, you have to get undressed.'

A Spanish accent? Why does it seem so familiar? She's definitely heard his voice before. But when?

'Please, just tell how you are.' Begs Sydney.

She's beyond caring if she sounds desperate, she wants one of Marías cuddles, the kind that make you forget about all you problems. She wants to go home. Just think, what happen Sydney- THINK!

'I knew you'd figure it out. I'm your worst nightmare puta.'

No.

He found her. The bet, her dads gambling, her mum crying. The mafia boss came to collect. The screaming, his laughter, the alarms. He was on the plane, he took her. She can not trust this man but something tells her she has no choice.

The laughter stops and the room goes deadly silent.

She feels his presence behind her and she stops breathing. He's getting closer, so close she can feel his minty breath on her neck.

'Again, I'm your worst nightmare.' He whispers in her ear. 'Let's play a game. I'm going to ask you questions and you need to answer them honestly.'

'What happens if I don't feel like playing your games?' Sydney shoots bitterly. 'I mean, look at me, I'm strapped to a fricking chair, I have no idea where I am, my head is pounding and a crazy bastard is keeping me prisoner! What else can you do?'

'Oh please, you're still alive, which I can easily change. Count yourself lucky.' He says with a menacing tone. 'Now play my game.'

Sydney counts up all her options: Refuse to play his game and get killed or play the game and tell him all her weaknesses and become completely powerless.

Fúck it.

This is Sydney Jackson. The girl who can lie through her teeth. Yes, she may get killed for lying but right now, who gives a fúck. Let's play his game, her way.

'Okay, shoot away.'

'Lets straight to the point, who am I?'

'Mickey Mouse?'

Pain. A sharp blast of pain erupts on Sydneys face. He didn't? He didn't honestly just slap her. Wow.

'Listen here little girl, I don't play games. Answer the fúcking questions or next time I won't be so generous!'

'Generous?' Oh no he didn't? That's it. 'Are you taking the piss? You just slapped me because you don't have a fricking sense of humour! No, I don't know you and I don't want to.'

'Hmm,' He pauses. 'How old are you?'

'Too young for you.'

'Please, I don't want you.' He spits. 'I could have any women I want- you're a little girl. Pathetic and weak. Answer my question!'

'Seventeen.'

'Old enough for my friend, maybe he'll pay a good price..'

At first, his words don't make sense but soon the pieces join together. He wants to sell her to a grubby old man. She'll become his property, his toy. She won't let that happen, not again.

However if she shows any weakness towards this situation, he will use this against her. She knows his type.

Poison.

But she's one step in front of him. She remembers playing cards with her dad once. She won and he blamed it on her poker face. Well dad, how ironic. She's in this mess because of you, yet her strongest defence is down to you.

'Fine. Sell me however, wouldn't that defeat the purpose of you taking me. You could sell any girl but yet you choose me. A girl with rich parents who will do anything to get her back. A girl who is super popular. A girl who clearly doesn't have the body these old men are into. I mean look at me, yes I have a pretty face- not going to lie, but my bum is average at best, my boobs are an A cup. You want me for something else.'

Mr. Mysterious analyses her face,'Well Sydney, you're quite the detective.' He stops right in front of her face. 'But you're right. Get some sleep, we leave tomorrow.'

'Wait, where are we going?'

'You tell me, you're the detective.'

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Well, get ready, next chapters is a SHOCKER! S