Chapter 4: The Kidnappers and Their Boss

I heard the faint sound of people's conversations.

My eyes are still hard to open. But fear led me to slowly open it.

Where am I? Why is the ceiling so low? Why is everything shaking?

After my eyes were fully opened, I only realized that now I was in a car.

Shit.

I'm being kidnapped.

My head felt extremely dizzy. This seems to result from my head hitting the car seat quite hard. That guy just threw me in this damn car.

What's worse is that both my hands were tightly cuffed backward. My legs are also tied by something. It feels like ropes or something. I don't know for sure because my current position is on my back. What is certain is that the bond was very tight because my legs felt excruciating pain and tingling. My mouth was also neatly covered with duct tape.

I bravely tried to force myself to get up to see what was happening. Even though it was tough because I had to balance my body in a state of immobile arms and legs.

Fortunately, the effort paid off. I managed to sit down and see what was in front of me. I tried to move without any sounds. Once I sit properly, I could clearly see them.

Three men sat in front of me.

Two people were in the front, one person in the middle, and I sat in the very back seat. Two of them were laughing while drinking ... I don't know. Looks suspicious. While one person, the driver, just sat and looked straight ahead. They didn't realize I was awake until the driver's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror.

"Look back," he said. At that moment, his two companions looked at me.

"Hey there, Miss Crazy Rich. Sleep soundly?" One of them asked me. That bloated man put his right hand behind the driver's seat. The man was wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt that revealed his hideous tattoos. His smile was very cynical, and he was mocking me.

I didn't speak.

Terrible thoughts flashed through my mind.

Where will I be taken? What do they want from me? How long have I been carried by them?

I wish someone had seen me earlier, so that person could ask anyone for help.

My Dad... Did he know that I was being taken by these strangers? Is dad looking for me?

"We're almost the. Don't sleep anymore." The man right in front of me said as he took a sip of the glass bottled drink.

The journey was very long. Those bastards just eat and drink to their heart's content regardless of my presence here. My throat feels parched. Seeing the water the driver was drinking, I wanted to sip it one or two times.

My hands and feet are sore. I think my skin will be badly blistered from the handcuffs, and my mouth is completely useless right now. If there wasn't this damn duct tape, I'd be screaming as loud as possible so other people could hear it.

Suddenly, tears rolled down my cheeks.

After some quite difficult time, this car finally slowly reduced its speed. The three of them opened the door and get out of the car. Two of them, the fat man and the driver, rushed to drag me down. One of them untied my legs.

My body shuddered in horror even though my legs could now move freely.

They held my hands tightly with my hands still cuffed behind my back.

They dragged me into a magnificent white house with an expansive yard. I can see that on the right and left, there are two pretty shady palm trees. The lawn is lush green with several birdcages lined around it. Before I could observe the surroundings again, they were already in a hurry to drag me into the house.

As soon as I entered the house, one word that came to mind was a palace.

Yes, I think this house looks like a palace. Spacious and majestic. So what was I brought here for?

The two of them stopped in their tracks in the middle of the room. I automatically stopped.

"Hello, Boss!"

The person who was greeted by the Boss appeared from behind the door. A man. His body is well muscled with tattoos that dominate almost all over his body. He looks tough. One of the scariest faces I've ever seen. On his left cheek was a scar that spread for about ten centimeters, which further added to the wrong impression of the person. With three piercings in each ear, his face conveys arrogance.

I shrunk to see it.

"Good job," he exclaimed. He walked over to the man who kidnapped me earlier and patted him hard on the shoulder.

"The best choice to choose you."

He scanned them with his bloodshot eyes until his gaze stopped at me, who was struggling violently. Don't think I didn't do anything. I fought with all my effort.

"Hello, Girl." He rubbed his rough hand on my cheek. I turned my face away as fast as lightning. I shuddered with fear and disgust at his nails, barely scraping my skin.

"Are you afraid or just playing hard to get?" He smiled sarcastically. "Bring her upstairs."

"Okay," said one of them.

After that, I was immediately dragged into the house. I thrashed even harder. I don't want to be taken to that anywhere.

"Shut up!" snapped the person who was dragging me.

We climbed a few steps and came to a white door at the end of the room. The man removed the duct tape covering my mouth in one pull. I held back the pain as the corner of my lips bled.

He opened the door and pushed me in with his feet. I fell. The man just left me. He locked the door from the outside before I could get up after him.

I cursed loudly. Being trapped in a strange room with your hands tied is not good.

Anyone, please help me.