I Crash You

39 - Familiar

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Not long after, they got a mysterious call I believed was from their boss, giving the order to shut my eyes with anything. I meant, trees and a few empty but lighted villagers house, bumpy road, some motorcycles and a few cars were all I saw. We really weren't in the city part. And it was getting dark. They never answered what time was it either.

I thought I'd die of heart attack when they actually closed my eyes with some filthy disgusting weathered-smelled old rags they found but then screamed for the millionth times and I screamed along as I heard them screamed 'tree'. Goodness. To say that I was fearless was absolutely wrong. I was frightened to death, but the way those two idiots would kill me one way or another was just absurb.

After a while, the engine stopped and I was dragged outside rashly. I could only heard our footsteps and squeaked metals I could only guessed as the door.

"Follow me." I supposed the mohawk said. I was never the best at recognizing voice even if I had just heard them. I got confused if I weren't familiar enough with the voices.

"Are those words scripted? That's very robotic of you cause that's what I've been doing for the last few hours, isn't it. As if I have any other choices seriously."

I was then pushed against a wooden chair and my hand tied with a rope, held well-captived behind the chair.

"Howdy, by the way. Can't I have something to eat. I'm fucking hungry dude. When was the last time I ate. I eat like five times a day and I've probably missed three already," I rambled on, cause I knew it wasn't the time to be like this but I really was hungry. My stomach made some thunder noises right away. "Be a little more humanistic and feed me douchebags. Whatever. I know a bowl of simple cooked rice shouldn't be that pricey here, just gave me something to chew before I bite and rip any of your dicks."

They finally untied the blindfold rags from me. I blinked my eyes a few time to accustom myself to the dim orangish lighting of the room. There really weren't much. Just that chubs and mohawk and a few more people resembling their physiques. The room itself was like an old empty warehouse with crapped old rusty zinc walls, dirt grounds, no novel or any interesting part about this kidnapping to be honest. At least until a man in an expensive leopard suit entered this junkyard. Dude, this ain't safari. Perhaps might look like one, but not.

"Ah, you look familiar. Who is it," I tapped on my feet impatiently.

"Hey, Lynx. It's me, your lover boy's big bro." Right, that creepy grin was too traumatic to be forgotten.

"Big brother?" I almost choked on my own spit. "Can't you say it as older brother. Big bro-woah. That sounds like what you'll hear on kids playground." I rolled my eyes.

"Don't be afraid. You'll be fine here. I won't kill you unless it's necessary," he smirked. Oh great, even my spine and hairs gave him a standing applause for his outstanding little speech.

"Hey, I like to assume that you won't kill me anytime soon, so can I have some food? Seriously. I'm not a picky eater, no worries. I ate scorpion, grasshoppers and caterpillars just fine." I made a brief friendly smile although my pupils were still kind of shaking cause he looked like a fucking psycho either way.

"You seriously ate those insects?" He raised a curious brow.

"Yeah, it's pretty common here in Asia," I smirked knowingly and proudly. "I mean, they just taste alright." Cause I only ate them once and they were seasoned nicely, duh.

"Eww.." He made a very disgusted yucks face then cleared his throat, returning to his 'serious mode', "Only if you tell me something."

"What?" I raised a brow.

"What is Orsand trying to make?"

"What?" Not a rewind, but seriously.

"His new project. What the fuck is it?" He came in closer, dude couldn't he chill out. His face was well polished but wasn't that attractive to be seen upclose with my 4K HD eyes. That was either demonically satanic or satanically demonic.

"So, how the hell was I supposed to know? I mean, you see, I'm more like a freelancer right now. My monthly wages had been cut in half while I'm on this trip."

"Don't try to fool around with me," he hissed.

"Woah, how am I suppose to convince you when it's the truth then?"

"You should know, there's your name written in it."

"Where?"

"The calender in his office."

"Oh, that one, yes. But first of all, you must feed me, let me do my business on the toilet, ensure my safety and I'll tell you then. Sounds like a great deal isn't it?" I smiled too sweetly that I got a boomerang toothache symptoms myself. I had never felt this much fakeness in my life.