Almost Dead, Almost In Love

Chapter Four

                    Revenge

Present Day.

I was whimpering and my shoulders was slouching against the tree bark. My heart swallowed bitter as they brought a full gallon of petrol in front of me.

My heart tick faster. My torso tightened and my mind was wandering through an abstract imagination of myself being burned alive. I thought the act of burning people alive were for witches who opposed the views of Christianity. But I am not a witch. I am the daughter of the president for chrissake and I should be given  little respect and not be treated like a mentally disordered patient who escaped treatment. Now I am going to experience a rage of fire burning. into my flesh.

Disgusting! I exclaimed.
No it must not happened? I screamed inside my mind.

"Blindfold her eyes?"
The boss commanded with a merciful look on his face.

"No!......No!....." I tried to fight myself out of their muscular grips.

"Shut the fuck up." The boss gave me a low blow against my stomach.

"Ahhhh!"I screamed.
I held my stomach in pain and blood was dripping from my mouth.

One of them twisted my hand backwards with his knee pushing into my back and my head was pushed against the moist floor.

They tied my eyes with a red tiny napkin and all I could see was a tiny fade of white and red light.

I tried to be calm, but I didn't stay calm. The fear of them burning me alive was escalated by the fear of me seeing absolutely nothing while they perform such act. I knew I was going to die but I was not ready to die so soon. I still believe someone out there would come to rescue me. Regardless of the odds, I still had that fighter mentality that could carry me along away from this barbarism. I was once a rich shy nerdy girl with few friends to boast about.  But now, I began to see myself as a 22 years old girl who would go to any length to survive.

I heard a phone buzzed. I restlessly tried to listen to the direction of the ringtone

"Hello," Mr President. The Boss said in a musical fashion.

"My name is James and you are welcome to the President office communication service." A matured voice spoked out.

"Give the phone to the President." The Boss requested.

"The President is on a security meeting and he can't talk now." He replied.

"You are such a bitchy servant boy"
The boss cursed.

"I beg your pardon." He muttered.

"Tell the President that I have is daughter." he said bluntly.

There was a long pause for a few moment and the sound of gurgling waters killed the silence.

"Who is on the line?" My Dad,the President, asked impatiently.

"I have your daughter," he whispered into the phone.

"Where is my daughter!..... Where is my daughter!"I heard my Dad voice sang out of the phone aggressively.

"Hmm....mmmm" I tried to say something, but my mouth was tied shut with a thick white cloth.

"Dad!" I manage to voice out, but my voice was too low to be heard.

"Well,Well,Well,"The boss chorused. I heard the step of his feet scratching against the floor.