GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter five ➵ kidnapped(corrected)

It was 9:00 P.M., and Alyssa was supposed to start working in 30 minutes.

But, first, she needed to buy some cigarettes. Aly was walking through the small, empty, dimly lit alleys of Las Vegas. Then, Aly heard a strange noise behind her back, like if it was someone following her. She abruptly turned around.

'Is there somebody?' She asked.

No one answered. Alyssa had put her hand on the gun in her pocket and continued her way to the tobacco store, but she suddenly had a headache and fell to the floor.

The blondie opened her eyes. Everything was blurry and dark in an unknown place. She tried to move and realized that she was handcuffed.

'Can someone explain to me why the fuck I'm chained in a moving truck?' The young woman shouted.

'Who the fuck is driving this fucking truck!' She screamed again, still no answers.

'Ugh! I'm about to punch both your dick-faces off if no one tells me why the hell I'm here!'

'Damn it, she won't shut the fuck up.' the driver sighed.

'Yeah, I won't until I get an explanation, bro!' Alyssa yelled.

'Shut her down!' Another man said, probably the one working with the driver.

The truck stopped moving, and one of the men sighed; taking off his seatbelt, he opened the door, and Aly heard the heavy steps getting closer to her, and the man finally opened the door.

'Would you explain this to me?' She asked, moving her handcuffed hand.

'Why don't ya shut the fuck up.' He laughed at Aly.

'I don't even know why I am here!' She sighed.

The unknown villain took a roll of tape, letting a dry chuckle out of Alyssa's troat.

'Wait? Really? The scotch tape? Man, it's 2020, there's so much technology, and you are using a scotch tape?' She mocked him.

She was moving a lot while the enemy was trying to put the tape on her mouth, she punched his face, he screamed, surprised and hurt, he put his hand on his cheek.

'Did you just....'

'Punch your face off? Yeah, I did!' Alyssa sighed. 'C'mon, you're not gonna use this?' She laughed nervously.

The man didn't answer and just gagged her. Then, he left, and the other dude started the truck. Aly took the tape off her mouth immediately after the guy closed the door.

'What am I gonna do?' The kidnapped girl asked herself.

She felt something poured on her face along her cheek. Water? No.

Why would water flow on her? Especially when it's 34 degrees and when she is probably in the desert of Las Vegas? It wouldn't make any sense.

Alyssa touched her humid cheek with her free hand, she screamed.

'Bitches, I'm bleeding!' She called them.

'What, you didn't gag her?' The older man yelled.

'I did, Gordon.' The man Aly hit replied.

'Guys, I'm bleeding to death. Can't you argue later?'

'Ethan put the gag back on her mouth, I don't wanna hear her yapping, and I don't give a damn about if she bleeds!' Gordon shouted.

'They need her alive, idiot.' The other one, Ethan objected.

"Oh, I'm starting to like this one!" Aly thought.

The bleeding woman heard the man taking off his seatbelt, opening the door, and getting closer. Ethan turned on the lights and saw her injury.

'Holy shit...' he whispered when he understood how bad it was.