Fractured || A Hostage Story

Chapter Five

"What's the plan here, after Japan I mean?" He asked. They were back in the bedroom by that point. She was sitting on the bed, shivering, and he was going through her clothes apparently trying to decide what he wanted her to wear as he had stated moments earlier. She didn't have a towel around her either. He'd allowed her to dry off and made sure her incredibly long hair wasn't soaked but that was about it. None of this was helpful because her hair hung down to her waist when she took it out of the updo she typically had it in so she was covered in wet hair while already being cold. She didn't dare crawl under the blankets to try to warm up either, she was pretty sure that would just make it worse.

"I uh...I figured we could cross that bridge when we came to it." She said softly. This was something she had already explained to him but she wasn't very surprised that he either entirely forgot what she'd said or hadn't really been paying attention. It wasn't as if she'd been detailed with her explanation of it. "I mean, you're the one in control here, aren't you, sir?"

"You control the plane."

"You didn't tell me where you wanted to go so I made an executive decision. If you didn't notice my friend is very nosy." She replied. He pulled a pair of shorts and a tank top from her dresser and threw it in her direction. No bra or panties. She could deal without the panties but the top was not supportive in any way, shape, or form, and her tits were a bit too big to just be there comfortably. She looked at him like she expected more and he glared back at her. It was better than having nothing so she pulled on the clothes which helped her warm up at least slightly more. He grabbed the brush from the top of the dresser and threw it at her. She caught it moments before it would have smacked her in the face.

"What do you know about extradition treaties between Sweden and Japan or Sweden and America for that matter?" He asked.

"Not much, they can get very technical." She said. "I guess I'd have to figure out what crime you actually committed first. Did you get that gun legally?"

"Yes."

"I guess attempted...uh...maybe they might have you on a hostage thing. For an hour. It's a grey area. A good lawyer in America could argue that you essentially didn't do anything other than maybe threaten some people." She said and started to brush her hair out. "My partner would know more."

"Well we aren't fucking calling him, are we?"

"No, sir. Just pointing that out." She said, "I don't know any laws about Sweden and Japan or how they chose to extradite or not. You'd probably have a better chance in America because you could fight it much easier in that legal system but why did you-"

"Shut up."

"Okay..." She said and went quiet. It was definitely possible he had been trying to accomplish what she'd initially thought. Get himself locked up on a light sentence in Sweden which would prevent him from having to go back to this woman he hated but the curious thing was why he didn't just not go back. There had to be something else at play and whatever it was, it had driven him to the brink of a drug induced nervous break.

"Hurry it up there, it takes about an hour to get to the private hangar." He said.

"You already have the passport?"

"You think I'd commit a crime like that and not bring a fake ID to get anywhere?" He asked.

"It seemed to me you were trying to get arrested then something-"

"I planned for a lot of things. I did not expect to meet you but I'm much happier with this arrangement. Let's just put it that way." He said. She nodded and started to pull her hair back into a French braid so it wouldn't get impossibly tangled as it dried. He watched her for a moment before grabbing a pair of heels from her closet. Stupidly high heels that were downright slutty with what else she was wearing. Not that she was going to have a choice in the matter. Black stilettos and booty shirts with no bra was going to make her look like an escort girl. That was, perhaps, what he wanted. "I want you with me for a long...long time."