The Girl he Wants

53- Her Life Depends on it.

Recap: Elizabeth is dragged through the streets of New York City, but she is able to secretly call 911 and slip her phone in her bra, so the men won't notice. Asher and Jay find out about Elizabeth's kidnapping and also find the body of the cop who guarded Jay's room.

***ELIZABETH'S P.O.V***

   "Kelly will be home soon and so is Derin. They're gonna be so pissed." A single scratchy voice rings in Elizabeth's ears as she arouses from her slumber. As soon as sleep leaves her groggy mind, she makes sure to pretend that she's asleep. She'd never want her kidnappers to know that she's awake. Especially when one of them is tying her to a chair at the moment.

The last thing she remembers is getting lead into an alleyway and being hit by something from behind. She's sure they meant to knock her out, and she is also sure she is going to have the worst concussion ever.

"What the hell are we supposed to do with her?" This voice is deeper and so close Elizabeth can feel the breath brush against her skin.

"Kill her when she wakes up. Dispose of the body." Says the one Elizabeth remembers stabbed Jay. "It is the best solution. Then, we'll get the hell out of New York City. Maybe relocate to Los Angeles or something."

"But this is our home." Elizabeth feels her ankles getting tied to the legs of the wooden chair her limp body sits on. She hates the position she is in, but she is going to have to live with it if she wants to survive.

"Yeah, well..." The rough voice trails off and suddenly Elizabeth skin has goosebumps covering it. She can feel someone's gaze on her, and she doesn't like it. Not one bit. It's as if her insides are crawling with bugs. "What the hell... Do you see that?"

"See what?" The closer voice is curious. Alert.

"What the hell is in her bra?" This one sentence has Elizabeth's heart plunging into her stomach. Her blood stops pumping and she can no longer hear her steady heartbeat.

Elizabeth holds her breath and wills herself to remain still as a huge hand slips inside her shirt and feels around. In the next second, her phone is being yanked out. "Oh shit. The bitch was on the phone with the cops!"

The other voice doesn't respond as the deep voice continues. "They probably have tracked her phone. They probably know where we are."

"I'll call Kelly and Derin; I'll tell them not to come home. Then, we'll see if we can kill her and make it out in time." The second voice says, and Elizabeth nearly jolts when she hears the sound of her phone being thrown at the ground, shattered, and stepped on.

"They're probably on their way." The big guy says, still super close to Elizabeth. "Don't you think we have a better chance of escape if we keep her alive?"

"Elaborate." The scratchy voice suggests.

Chills slither down Elizabeth's spine as the deep voice rumbles in her ears. "We could make her walk out the front door while we make an escape out the back."

"Yeah. Sure. The NYPD will never have people blocking every entrance. Let's do it." The sadist remarks, his chuckle evil and sarcastic.

"Just trying to help." The buff guy growls. "Why don't we get out of here now before they get here?"

"Mhm. You do realize we are only five blocks away from the police department, right?" The smarter one says. Elizabeth hears feet shuffling and her heart fills with relief when she realizes the feet aren't moving toward her. "Shit. There's already a car outside. Wake the girl. Hurry. We need to make sure they don't come inside."