Let Me Go

Chapter 2

The Woman’s POV:

After Ringo was down for the count, I sped home. I was actually doing it. I finally had the guts to do this. I was kidnapping The Fab Four.

I looked at Ringo. The way the sunlight reflected on his hair, it made him look more perfect than he already was. Too bad no one will ever get to see this effect anymore.

I pulled into my driveway and looked at Ringo. How the hell am I going to get him out of the car? I groaned to myself and got out of the car. I looked around my quiet neighborhood, checking to see if anyone was watching. I go around to the passenger door and open it.

I take him by the arm and pull him out of the car. I lay him down on the pavement as I close the car door, and go and open my front door. I go back to Ringo and drag him inside.

When I get him inside, I close and lock my door with the five locks I secured on the door. I drag him over to my closet and open the closet door.

I take my necklace off, a small key dangling from the chain. I run my fingers along a square of carpeting and lift it up to reveal a wooden trapdoor. I take the lock I have on it and open it with my key. As soon as I hear the click, I lift the trapdoor and hit a switch, illuminating my wooden stairs. I grab Ringo’s arm and start dragging him down the stairs.

Once I get down there, I set him down and look around. It took a hell of a long time to set up this place. When I first moved in here and discovered this basement, it was stairs and walls. Then, once I get help from people I know and meet, I make it somewhat livable. For a prisoner, that is. There’s a recording booth with bulletproof glass securing it, so no one can break it. The door used to only lock from the inside, but turn the door around and you can hold a prisoner. Add a bathroom into the fairly large sound booth and boom! You got yourself the perfect place to contain people.

I unlock the sound booth and drag him in there, laying him down on one of four mattresses I put in there. As soon as he’s down, I leave the sound booth and lock him in.

One down, three to go.

I go upstairs and change into the girl their expecting. I didn’t need to get all fancy to get Ringo to help me, but I did need to lose a few accessories. I take out my small earing and replace them with hoops. I take off my light blue tank top and sweatpants and slip into a little black dress. When I say little, I mean little. Barbie and I could share a wardrobe.

I put my hair into a perfectly messy bun and do a little makeup. Afterwards, I’m done.

All I have to do is wait for the men to come to me.

Although I know they won’t be a danger, I always tell myself to never let my guard down. I go to my sock drawer and dig through it until I find what I’m looking for.

Weapons.

I only need two.

I grab my handheld pistol and put it in the back of my bra, the cold metal pressing against my skin. I grab the case of my throwing knifes and make sure they’re still there. I slip them back into my case and set them under the gun in my bra.

I was now ready. Just on time to, I hear a doorbell ring. I look in my mirror and smile. Ready? I ask myself. I go to the door and answer it. I smile at his face and say “Paul! Nice to see you, come in!” I move aside as he smiles and enters. I look outside and think maybe I’ll have a little fun with him before I take him down.

“Hey Lauren, how have things been?” he asked. He is a proper gentleman, I can tell you that.

“Oh, fine I guess. And you?”