The Handsome Devil

Chapter 3 - Taken

Deya's body was rather roughly pushed into a black sedan parked at the curb. As if expecting her to run away, the two men quickly took a seat, their muscled bodies uncomfortably squeezing her from each side. There was definitely a reason to hate the middle seat.

But she couldn't care less right now. Looking out through the back window, her eyes were still glued to the garage. The glow of the bonfire was now successfully casting light on about half of the street. However, rather than being hypnotized by the flames, she found herself scanning the area for the third stranger.

The longer they waited, the more questions surfaced in her mind. Was it him who started the fire? It definitely seemed so. But why? Are they some sort of a gang? Originally, she thought they are just robbing the place but they haven't actually taken anything.

And why is he not coming back yet? Did, perhaps, something happened to him? Could he get caught in the blaze? Her heart skipped a beat and panic slowly spread through her body. Why did she even care?

But she didn't get a chance to find a reasonable explanation, as the driver's door opened and there he was in all his glory.  Sitting down behind the wheel, the man took off his mask.

That definitely caught Deya's attention and she tried to lean in her seat to catch a glimpse of the drivers face. To no avail. He was staring right ahead without a single glance to the back, and her two companions were restricting her movement too much to get a better angle.

Therefore, the only thing accessible to her prying eyes was the back of his head. Dark hair, short on the sides, and elegantly slicked back. For a kidnapper, he definitely seemed to have a style.

Caught up in her observation, the girl had no chance to notice the sudden movements at her side and before she knew, a blindfold was placed over her eyes.

Her right hand instinctively shot up to her face but she stopped herself from removing it. Isn't it what she wanted all along? Getting into trouble? Getting the punishment she longed for?

With that, her hand slowly joined the other one in her lap. The light jolting of the car combined with sight deprivation and utter silence getting to her and making her struggle to keep her heavy eyelids open.

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Deya's POV
Shwump... Shwump... Shwump...

Irritating sound interrupts my sleep. I attempt to pry my eyes open, however, as soon as I do, agonising pain shoots through my head forcing me to surround myself by darkness again.

As I slowly move my hand, another shot of pain appears. This time, extending from my shoulder down to hips. I let out a moan and for a brief moment consider getting back to sleep again.

However, something forces me not to submit to the weakness. Someone, to be exact. Taking a long shaky breath in, I prepare myself for another torment.

Yet, before my arm gets a chance to move again, something else catches my attention. Breathing.

The sound is approaching and getting louder, when, out of nowhere, I can feel it right next to my left ear. Fright overtakes my body which is  now uncontrollably shaking in anticipation.

"I hate you.." whisper cuts the tension, making me jump in my seat.

Third person POV
With a jerk, Deya woke up, once again covered in sweat and breathing heavily. However, two things became apparent. First, she still wore a blindfold, the darkness aggravating her anxiety from the nightmare. Second, her arms were now restrained by handcuffs - judging by the cold metal-like material slicing into her wrists.