I Crash You

41 - Business

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"You'll call for help." He said.

"Scream? I thought this place is desolated. Why would I scream, I'd rather sing," I rolled my eyes. "Would you rescue me? Would you get my back? Would you take my call when I start to crack? Would you rescue me? Uhh. Would you rescue me?" I belted out, pretty bad with my currently hoarse voice from the lack of drinkable water.

"Gosh! Stop. That's so bad on a wholesome level."

"Hell! I'm sure all you ever sing was 'Baby baby baby ohhh like baby baby bab-"

"Shut up."

"I'm sure you did. Baby baby baby.."

"Ohh like-," he cleared his voice asap. I smirked, at least he took the bait. "Oh fuck, shut up."

"Woah, chill. I didn't say anything. Ok, this, I just did, but also no ha ha," I laughed awkwardly.

"Back to the topic," a moment of silence and high tension dururururum. "Where did we stop?" Damn, this guy. How could the two brothers be so different.

"Call for help."

"Right. You can make a call."

"Dude, you fucking confiscated my phone. How the hell do I make contact. I'm no alien." However, I had my necklace, HA HA HA. Not like he knew, hope he never would cause he didn't abduct me for direct money-related cause, but I wished the other end of the receiver actually received my SOS signal. I couldn't think of any other way.

"You still can escape."

"Run? It's been a while since I met that guy. I'm a fucking lazyass. Don't you see these t-h-i-c-c heaps of fat?" I pointed at my thigh with my chin, "If I am a cow, I'll absolutely get sold with the highest bid of price, don't cha think so? Look, I won't run if I know I'll be caught in less than five mins. What for?" I groaned. "Come on, keep my hand stayed like this for the next hour and you guys can be the maids of honor and wash red undies and pads."

"Don't make me strip your panties off and you won't ever wear any pads any longer, sweetheart." He smirked smugly.

"And you probably know I have no shame cause I left it in the U.S.A motherfathers. If you guys are really interested in sightseeing some flowing, splurting, deep red bloody lava hot sauce with freshly slaughtered chicken smell-,"

"Yucky! Ack-," the curves on his mouth faltered quickly and was replaced by his gag reflex which obviously went up. "Go. Eric, watch her."

"Ewwww.. You're so not watching me." I scrunched up my face in absolute disgust, "Stay outside the fucking door!"

"Fair enough."

He let the rope on my wrist free right in front of the toilet after that long series of me convincing them that I won't ever run away cause I really didn't know how. Never learn how to fight either. Could any of you think of an idea? A smart plausible one, please.

"So, your name is Eric?" I asked the blond mohawk guy and stretched my arms a bit and cracked some bones. Holy moly the crispiness of the sounds. How long had I been staying in that position. He didn't answer though. "Can you really please watch out for me. I mean, this toilet looks like it's out from a horror movie. All black, barely got any lights and oh-my-freaking-menstrual-cup-which-I-had-none, look at those slimy-gosh. Did you guys ever use this?"

"Just do your business. Fast." He snarled.

"Guys, you really need to calm down," I raised my hand in surrender then walked into the toilet. As soon as the door closed, I hurriedly reached out for the blue diamond and pressed it five times as I did in the resort.

He had always kept his promises. I hope he wouldn't betray me on this specific one, out of all the things he did. Or else I was so gonna fucking hate him.

"Are you done?" Eric screamed out from behind the door.

"No, wait a sec. Girls be longer with their businesses, seriously." To be frank, I just had my period like a week ago. Possible to have it again but perhaps somewhere in between one to five percents. It's a rare item guys.

I finally did my business and wore the pads after an additional very-nerve-wrecking-almost-falling-to-the-dirty-floor-pack-of-the-pads. Didn't know when I would have the chance to bath or anything, hence I wore the pads. They bought this already too, so why not. Anyway, I still had no idea how did kidnappers or killers kept their woman victims alive for months or years, like hello, what about their period when they're fucking trapped in a room 24/7?

"Are you done? It's too long." Eric banged on the door after another minute passed by.

"Wait. Just a few more secs."

"Are you trying to escape?" I heard the sound of the door knobs trying to unlock.

For your answer Eric, no, I just tried to press another five times for the sense or emergency and in case he didn't notice the previous one like how you'd send e-mails twice in case the other end hadn't received it. But I won't tell him that.

"No no, as if I could. Wearing my pants now." I replied instead.

The door was swished open right as I was done with the fourth. Damn. I needed to buy some more time.

"Damn you. I didn't know you're a pervert, Eric. You were trying to peek on me, didn't you?" I hissed and slapped his face accusingly in which he stumbled backwards in response whilst my other hand still pressing onto the diamond beneath my piece of clothing as if I was actually clutching onto my small aghasted rapidly-beating heart. And success, done.

I finally put both of my hands down and straightened my blouse to hide the necklace completely when Eric's face switched back from shocked pikachu to his fierce mode as he faced me. The red still visible on his cheek. I was so fucking dead.