Abducted

when Francessa regained her consciousness, her head throbbed as if she had been through a train wreck. her whole body ached and her limbs felt heavy and sore. she felt her head moving and she tried to wet her dry lips but her tongue was sticking to the roof forcing her to peel her eyes open. her vision was blurry and focusing took a lot of her effort but when the fog cleared she heard a deep voice from somewhere.

"welcome back to the land of the living." she flinched. there was something familiar about that deep masculine voice but she couldn't quiet remember where she heard it. she titled her head up and her grey eyes clashed with a pair of emerald one staring down at her. a tall man stood on the deck of a yacht, his elbows were resting on the railing in a liesured manner with his head cocked her way. the cold breeze from the ocean ruffled his dark locks and waves crashed against the yacht making her furrow her brows in confusion. for a second she got lost in his enthralling beauty. there was something uncanny about him. something bewitching and dark. the movement ended when his lips titled into a cruel knowing smirk. then everything came crashing down on her. the car chase and then she was abducted. immediately, she was on her feet despite the dizzy spell. she mustered up all the hatred in her face. if a glare could kill he would be dead.

"where am I? where's this?" she demanded. her eyes frantically taking in everything. the yacht was somewhere in the middle of the vast blue sea. a sense of impending doom began to suck the life out of her leaving her who nothing but the chiming awareness that she was utterly alone with a stranger in the middle of nowhere.

the man straightened as he regarded her. he was impossibly tall and intimidating to her five feet three frame nd she couldn't help but take a small step back. if course her move of cowardice didn't go unnoticed by the man but he didn't step towards her.

"somewhere in the Atlantic where no one can find you." he said the last part as if it was meant to be an inside joke but Framcessa was anything but thrilled and her throat worked.

"why am I here...who are you?" she rasped in a small voice. her eyes stung with emotion but it was as if her body has froze over and so did the tears in her eyes. hearing her question, the man cocked a dark eyebrow. hs eyes narrowed. he seemed less amused by the passing second. Francessa picked up on the sudden change in his demeanor and blurted.

"...Are you going to hurt me?" she hugged her stomach and seemed to get more tiny by the gesture.

"hurt?" the man repeated and chuckled darkly, the sound erupting goosebumps over her cold skin. the man took a step towards her an then another and another. Francessa breath hitched in fear when he raised a hand and curled a stray lock behind her ear. his touch was gentle and almost feather like but the the threat and promise of pain was blatant in his finger tips as he gripped her chin none too gently and forced her to look him in the eye.

"Oh I will hurt you principessa and you don not want that." Francessa gulped and when she tried to twist out of his grip, his fingers pinched her chin darin her to defy him and she winced under her breath.

"now start talking before I lose my patience and throw you in the ocean." as if to prove his point he grabbed her by the neck and shoved her over the railing until her upper body was hanging over the depths of the dark mysterious ocean. she yelped. her eyes wide as her fingers dug into the skin of his hands, holding for dear life. hewouldn't would be? she wasn't sure...he didn't even know him to know that for sure but her gut told her he wasn't a man to make empty threats.

"W-what do you want? is it money? you can take all my money just let me go-" his hand tightened around her throat enough to make her uncomfortable to suck in breath. the handsome man was no longer there and in front of her stood a devil, a cold calculated one who wouldn't lose a wink of sleep if he decided to act on his promise.

unbeknownst to him, he managed to instill the fear of god in her.

"I want you to start talking and if you try to deceive me? I will let my men play with you a little first or maybe for a day or two..." his eyes glinted as if he could smell her increasing fear. petrified sons racked her chest as she realized she was in the hands of worst kind of evil who wouldn't hesitate to kill her before actually killing her. she didn't now how, maybe a pure instinct by heart as if it knew something her mind couldn't formulate and she sobbed out a single word.

"Phantom..." the man grinned suddenly and she almost passed out from fear when he jerked her upward and threw her on the deck roughly. he began folding the sleeves of his black button down revealing dark ink snaking around his powerful forearms that could crush her in an instant. she coughed and sucked lung full of oxygen. Phantom crouched Infront of her, a sleek black gun cocked in his large hands.

"A little fear and they start talking." he sounded almost disappointed and collective snickers resounded at his statement. his men were idling by the deck as if they heard the commotion and didnt want to miss out on her drama. she didnt miss the stacks of various kinds of deadly ammunition scattered on the table in a corner.

God! what mess a got caught into?

"how do you know about me?" phantom asked and francessa shifted back until her back hit the cold railing. she had no shoes on and had no where to go either.

"are you...are you talking about the c-call?" she rasped and when he didn't reply, Francessa began to put the puzzles together.

early this morning, she made the call to the unknown number and now she was abducted by some seriously deadly men. she didn't know what were the odds by as her eyes met his, she knew he was the one who answered the call and if she was right? he is Phantom.

"I still dont get it. why would you do..do this to me just because i called you?" Francessa braved and he chuckled.

"I havent even started with you yet and if you don't spit out where you aqquired that number, I would have to put a bullet in your head." he was so calm as if the talk of killing her was normal chit chat. she never had the misfortune to cross paths with such an apathetic man before. he didn't seem at all in league to the one who attacked her because they were never successful in their attempts not did the manage to frightened her to such extent where she was ashamed to acknowledge how much her voice and hands shook.

"someone gave it to me." she began explaining, her wary eyes trying to gouge his expression but he remained impassive which prompted her to continue.

"Aleksander...I forgot his last name." Phantom looked confused, his brows furrowing and then they rose as if he understood something. he tapped the barrel of his gun against his forehead a few times before grinning at her. he had the audacity to look sheepish and it almost made him look shy and innocent. Francessa wanted to hurl at him in disgust. there was no way she was getting fooled by his pretty appearance again when she was all too well acquainted with the demon that resides with in him. her subtly eyed the men behind him, her black dress was riding up her thighs and it made her fidget in discomfort under the scrutiny of a dozen men. she hadn't forgotten the men from the car...as if he could feel her tensing, he raised his hand and dismissed his men allowing her a small mercy. though, Francessa wasn't going to kiss his feet and thank him for it. she just glared daggers at him through the haze of tears and fear. she felt pathetic and even contemplated throwing herself off into the ocean. but remember she was a damn coward. she didn't have the courage to. she cherished breathing more than anything even if her fate was damned.

It was almost dark now. the sea, a dark shade of charcoal under her and was fucking tired of running, sobbing and first degree humiliation.

phantom was back on his feet and she stad at him from the hard floor, she felt so vulnerable and small in front of his ripped and towering Frame. he tucked the gun in the back of his black slack and extended a hand to her.

when she continued to start at his hand instead of taking it he clicked his tongue as if dealing with a petulant child.

"get up or am sure the sharks would love to have a taste of you." his voice was low and it was now that Francessa noticed a slight Russian accent.

"Fuck you!" was all he was getting from her.

the fu*king Bastard.