C h a p t e r 3: Taken | Part I
Hayaa's POV
They didn’t drug me as planned. No, they had me suffer first.
I was struggling as if my life depended on it, which it obviously was. I was trying to get them to let go of me, but the fact that I was handcuffed with a piece of cloth wrapped on my mouth wasn’t helping.
Was I ever going to see my family and friends again? Flashes of everyone close to my heart ran through my head. Looking back at everything, I truly regret nothing. Tears were streaming down my face like the Niagara Falls.
“Y-you can take the m-money a-and m-my phone. T-take everything you w-want, but p-please, don’t hurt m-me. Please!” I tried making the words as coherent as possible, but my sobs and this cloth thing were making everything harder.
They were all taking turns slapping, kicking and pushing me. The pain was unbearable. I fell into complete fits of sobs as I lay on the ground.
“This one is for your dad.” The bald guy spat and kicked me in the ribs. My breath became short and ragged as I screamed in pain.
How does he know my dad?
“Maybe we should just stop and leave her, Boss.” A slimmer guy with dirty blonde hair said reluctantly.
“Shut up, Woody. Do you want to end up like her?” The bald guy sneered.
“No, Boss.” He looked down at me.
“Then take this and do as I tell you.”
While this conversation was taking place, the other two guys were probably aiming at breaking the record of hitting a girl.
I was too faint to notice what that Woody guy was given, but the look of pure horror on his face was very easy to spot.
“I-I can’t k-kill her.” Woody stuttered.
Kill her? He said kill her?!
You know that feeling of shock you get when you can’t really register what someone said? Yeah? Well, that’s exactly how I feel now.
A sickening laugh came out of the bald guy.
“We can’t kill this fine lady over here, now can we?” He said while running his finger from my forehead to my chin. “We’ll just give her a reminder of the… show that she’s taken a very helpful part in.” He added.
“I d-don’t unders-stand.” Woody stuttered again.
“Let me demonstrate.” The bald guy smirked. “Boys, hold her down.” He ordered.
My eyes became the size of the Titanic. All the scenarios that ran through my head after what he said were… hauntingly terrifying.
He snatched the object he had given to Woody before and as I looked at it in horror, I realized it was a knife. In his hand was a blunt knife that he was going to use to make me remember this event for the rest of my breathing time… Not that it’s going to be that long, given the circumstances.
“Is little Hayaa afraid? Don’t be, sweetheart. After all, your father is the bad guy here, not me.” He snickered.
“How do you know him?” I tried to scream.
“That’s something for me to keep and for you to figure out, pie.” He smirked.
“Please, just let m-me go. I’ll do anything y-you want. I won’t t-tell anybody. Please!” I started sobbing again.
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