Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 1

My heart was thumping against my chest, fearfully and wild. Tears were flowing steadily over my cheeks, leaving streaks of mascara all over my face. I was a mess. I could hear my sobs drafting loudly through the air now and then, my throat hurting. 

When I was in the car, which I assumed the moving vehicle was, I had kept reasonably silent. Fear had taken over then, but now it had turned into mania when the car had stopped. I could hear the footsteps walking outside and not a second later the click of the door sounded through the car. Along with the cold, fresh air came an iron grip on my wrist which yanked me from my place.

Even though my hands were bound behind my back, I tried to elbow my kidnapper once I was standing. It failed miserably. He must have felt the littlest touch but noticeable it was. I was rewarded with a slap on my cheek that made me wine painfully and sob even more. The man yanked my head back harshly, screaming "Shut the fuck up!" in my ear. It hurt.

However, when yanking my hair he had slightly moved the blindfold so that I now could peek underneath with my left eye to get a look at my surroundings. When I saw the big mansion in front of me, my heart fell. This must be the biggest mistake. I knew nobody with money and was definitely not involved in such a dangerous world that fences of at least 2,5 metres high were needed to protect this mansion. 

When the kidnapper pulled my arm to move towards the mansion, I dug my heels deep into the ground to no avail. The gag in my mouth dimmed most of protests and screams but I doubted anyone would hear me anyway. The grounds and surroundings seemed empty. I felt like a sack of potato's as the men dragged me inside, his pace quickening as we came nearer to wherever.

"Come on then, let's show you to the big boss!" He sounded almost triumphant. I tried not to puke. When the door opened I closed my eyes and silently wished that the blindfold was still in its place. Sometimes it's better not to see. 

A scream left my mouth when I was dropped onto the ground harshly, my shoulder catching most of the weight. I was sure it must have dislocated, since I had never experienced that much pain before. And so I laid on the ground in a quite awkward position with my hands tied on my back, on my side with my legs bend forward. Waiting fearfully.

"Here she is, boss." I tried to ease my breathing. 

"Well, show her to me then." I was expecting an old voice, like those crime movies. But this voice was young and deep. The blindfold was suddenly ripped off of my face, some hairs coming along with the force. I cried again, sweating heavily. 

I was still adjusting to the sudden light invading my eyes, waiting for something to happen. The silence lasted about three seconds and for a short moment I thought everything was just a dream. But then I was hauled into a sitting position on my knees, shaking, and my hair was pulled back again so that my face was looking up.

My blue eyes met deep green eyes. They were searching my face slowly, pupils large, black and empty. He was a young man, surely not older than 25, sitting on a black couch in front of me. His hair hung in long, dark brown curls around his face. His skin was white, almost porcelain looking with no unevenness. The white skin was tightly pulled over sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline. He had an arrogant grin on his pink lips. He was bent towards me with his elbows on his knees, exposing several tattoos down his chest, since his black blouse was buttoned open to halfway his chest. When our eyes met again his grin disappeared and his eyebrows frowned. 

"What's this?!" His voice quivered from anger. His eyes were blazing. The man who took me so roughly from the street, standing next to me stiffened, taken aback by the anger and looked from me to his boss, frowning as well. 

"The girl.- This is the girl" He stammered and his boss quickly observed me again. From my face and all over my body. I felt naked. I tried not to shake too much but my legs were hurting and so was my shoulder. I only now noticed two other men sitting next to 'the boss'. 

"You fucking TWAT." I shrunk away from the booming voice. The man on the couch sounded possessed. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, the tears welling up in my eyes again. I felt the blood rushing from my face.

"But.-" My kidnapper began, but it was a lost case already. 

"Can you not do anything right?! That's not her, you A-grade dick." Growled the guy on the couch. "You had one fucking job, John. One job and you fucked it up." 

I was the wrong girl? Wrong for what? Many questions started flowing through my head. I knew I had done nothing wrong and was not involved with wrong people but now that I was kidnapped.. For nothing? My stomach churned and I turned abruptly to my kidnapper. I tried to express my anger but the gag muffled all the sounds, thus I could only express my feelings with deadly stares in the hope he would die.

"Look, even she's pissed at you." The words of the man on the couch made my kidnappers face turn to me, his eyes forming angry slits. His stare was as cold as ice. 

I screamed when his hand connected with my cheek once again. The force of the impact threw me off my knees onto the ground. 

Laying down with the blood rushing to my cheek, I looked at my kidnapper, begging him to leave me alone and not to hurt me any further. I was the wrong girl so there was no need for it. 

But he continued to stare, coldly and empty. He seemed inhumane. 

This would be my end.