However, this time he did a move that I didn't expect. His face turned dark, his eyes shaded black as he smirked in a very evil way.
"Why aren't you scared, little bird?"
As he pulled a gun from his pants and put it on the desk pointing it towards...
As I looked around the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. It was quite large, with a queen-size bed dominating the space. The overall decor was white and grey, giving it a chic and rich feel. But it was the small details that caught my attention. The floor was carpeted, and the windows looked out onto a huge garden. And then there was the closet, which was full of clothes - weirdly in my size. It was clear that he had been planning this, and had known about me all along. It sent a shiver down my spine.
But my unease turned to horror when I spotted a camera in the corner of the room. As I examined each piece of furniture, I found a secret camera in the lamp, and a voice recorder behind the bed. Another small camera was tucked away in the corner of the window. The closet appeared to be free of cameras, but I had a feeling there was a motion sensor somewhere in there.
I quickly grabbed some clothes. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I noticed the sensor above the light, but was relieved to see no camera in the toilet. I needed to send my father my location, but I knew I had to make it look like I was just showering. As I relieved myself, whilst doing so, and keep in mind it definitely is not an easy task, I quickly removed and hid the electronic parts of the tracking device.
Next, I stripped down and got into the shower, grabbing the two things I needed: the sim card and the phone part. With trembling hands, I placed the sim card on the CPU and pressed the Power IC. It was my only hope for sending a signal to my father, and knowing him pretty well, he probably, more like 100%, had been tracking all of my friend's phones.
When I finished showering, I put on the clothes I had picked out earlier and dried my hair. I grabbed my things and walked out of the bathroom, only to find Andrea waiting for me. Who knew what they had in store for me next?
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As I walked over to the closet to place my clothes inside, my mind raced with fear and anxiety. Andrea was waiting for me, and I had to play it cool. So when he asked if I was hungry, I tried to keep my voice steady and nodded my head. I did not want him to see the contents of the tracking device that was hidden between my dirty garments.
He seemed surprised by my agreement and placed one of his hands on the back of his neck before leading me into the kitchen. As he started to get ingredients out, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of person he was. Here he was, cooking for me after kidnapping me. It was strange, to say the least.
As he cooked, I watched him move around the kitchen, his hands working expertly on the food. He then prepared a delicious-looking plate for me and pointed me towards the stall. I sat down, he placed the plate in front of me, and I couldn't believe how amazing it tasted. He was watching me the whole time, and I felt a strange mix of discomfort and pleasure.
For a moment, I forgot that he had kidnapped me, and I thanked him enthusiastically. "This is surprisingly very good." I muttered but remembering where I was and who he was, I quickly went back to eating my meal. Suddenly, he interrupted me by saying, "Yeah, Italians know how to cook. I am good at other things too, if you want to try..." He smirked, and I could feel my heart race as I choked on my food and took a sip of my water.
"No, I think I was just starving." I said quickly masking my growing blush.
He chuckled but as his phone started to ring, he stood up and stiffened. His expression turning serious. As he talked on the phone, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Then I heard him say, "Do you know how?" and "Okay, send the cars, we are changing location."
My blood ran cold as I realized the implications of his conversation. Andrea was moving me, and it meant that there was a traitor either in my dad's or granddad's team that had told him about our location. But who could it be? I had to think fast and try to figure out who was behind this. I made a mental note to stay alert, listen carefully, and bide my time until I had a chance to escape.
Andrea walked back into the kitchen, his expression tense, and I knew it was time to act. I had to keep my cool, gain his trust, and find a way out. But as the seconds ticked by, I realized just how dangerous and difficult it was going to be. I had to think strategically, use my wits, and hope for a miracle to get me out of this mess.
