“Last but never the least, this precious little girl. Born in Oklahoma and is currently 21, Violetta.”
The blindfolds that were strapped to face for nearly an hour was finally ripped away. The flashing of red and white lights blinded me temporarily. As I regained my sight, I took in my bizarre surrounding. I was on a huge orchestra like stage, facing an audience that were mostly males wearing tuxedos. They were all sitting around a huge white table, with stone faces, as if contemplating about something. I looked behind my back and realised that I was tied to a pole. Huge silky black curtains draped the walls behind me. I think I must have had earplugs in because the noises and sounds I heared were as if I was underwater. I looked down and saw that I was in my underwear. My black bra and panties I had worn earlier were exposed. Heck, my whole body was exposed. I struggled to get free, but that only resulted in the ropes straining my hands, waist and body.
I was duck taped. I was blindfolded. I was kidnapped.
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RomanceShe just wants to lead an ordinary life, until she got kidnapped...by a hot guy? What were his motives? Will there be a relationship between Violetta and her kidnapper?
