Force Kidnapping

PENNY POV

The guards take me to a special basement, where there is only a small disgusting mattress with some dirty clothes, I assume have blood on it.

They left me there closing the door, there is nothing else here, just a small camera in the corner of the room.

I sat on the mattress while hugging my legs when the ventilation began to cool the room and I started to feel cold.

My tiny shorts and this top couldn't help when the cold started.

I don't know how long I've been here, maybe a couple of hours when one of the wolves enters the room.

Brown hair, tall, somewhat dark skin, his arms are covered in tattoos, even his fingers, although I can see the clear scars on his knots from the multiple fights in which he has surely participated.

He has a piercing earring in his eyebrow, several in his ears, and one in his nose.

He stared at me, as he approached slightly towards me, like a wolf stalking his prey.

He tries to see any trace of panic in me but I don't let it show.

One of his hands held a small bag although I couldn't see what was inside, I tilted my head to one side as he engaged in simply observing me, after a few minutes, he looked away from me a little and I heard him let out a mocking snort.

"Pretty, pretty blondy," he exclaims.

I brought you some clothes, I assume what you're wearing is not very comfortable.

"My name is Penny though I guess you already know that", I see a hint of a smile on his face as she crosses his arms over his chest.

Do you want the clothes or not? he asked.

What's the catch?

Why do you assume there is a reason? he said.

You will not give me the clothes just because I look pretty, won't you? My comment makes it show the shadow of a smile.

You have a sharp tongue Barbie.

No one had ever flattered me like that but thank you, Mr. Kidnapper Maybe I can get a smile out of him.

Oh sorry.

My name is Raymond, barbie.

I didn't say anything, so he goes back to the topic.

Listen, Penny, we won't make you do anything like what you think, we only need a little information in exchange for these clothes.

I will give you the clothes and your days here we be peaceful.

Information? I asked.

Yes Blondy, information, for example, why didn't your name appear in the registry of employees of the bar Matthew run?

How about, why you worked there in the first place?

Or maybe why not seem the least bit scared to be here?

I tense as he questions me.

My gesture didn't go unnoticed by him, every one of those questions condemns me a little more if I decide to respond with the truth, so I decide to skip a little information.

Emitting is not lying.

I do not appear in the registry because I don't work there completely, I just help Matthew a little because my Father owed him a favor.

That doesn't answer my question blondy.

I don't know how to answer it, I said.

I think you do know blondy but I'll let it go this time, he throws the bag on my feet.

We do not torture or murder people who don't deserve it unless they are mean for something, we know that you are not interested in Matthew, and torturing you would only be an expense of resources.

Thanks, I said.

I don't foresee the movement, I just know that from one second to the next I have it crouching in front of me and his hand squeezes my cheek hard.

I did not take my eyes off his, his brown eyes left no space for aftershocks, deadly and cold that I shuddered.

But if I find out that what you told me is a lie, I'll come down and have fun with you, he said.

He left the room, panic sweeps through my body because I know that when they find out about my background, I will be screwed,

Nobody fuck with the Wolves and live to tell the story.

I know it, the whole city knows it, the whole city knows that the three brothers who have taken over the city leave a trail of blood wherever they go even if they are young people and should not be underestimated, those few have known how to keep quiet so orthodox ways.

They own the city, and I am in the mouth of the wolf that will not hesitate to bite me.

The door opens again and I hear a few steps towards me, while I try to wake up.

I blink trying to focus on the figure but the white light is bright, I don't know how many hours I have slept but my stomach roars with hunger.

He is the blond guy, his arms are also full of tattoos, the characteristic wolf on his neck like that of his brothers, he has a ring on the bottom of his lips and piercings in his ears.

His golden brown eyes evaluate my face.

Raymond told me you talk a lot, blondy.

I don't speak, I just shrink myself to one place, so he continues you're not leaving Penny even if Matthew doesn't care about you, that doesn't mean we'll go easy on you.

Will you kill me, then? I said.

I don't see you very worried before.

I may or may not.

His words made me frown but she didn't say anything again, he called one of his men and they brought me a tray with a sandwich and a glass of water.

Where is your brother?

Don't bother Raymond, don't cause trouble blondy.

I can get rid of everything so easily, what's so funny about that?

"Funny?" I said sarcastically.

Come on, I know I'm going to die, I know the stats am in.

Do you want me to start crying or do something fun in your way?

I don't know where the courage comes from to face the blond guy, he may have a Chilling aura that surrounds him, which made me know that he won't let me go that easily.

Although I didn't doubt that it would be just as lethal as his brothers, if he proposed it, even So, I took the sandwich and practically devoured it under his watchful gaze.

Hell, I haven't eaten good food in two days only some dried fruit.

He didn't say anything else, but I know that my words remained in his mind then he turned again to leave, so I speak again.

Thanks for the food, you are the best kidnapper of the three, he laughs.

Noah, my name is Noah.

Well, thank you, Noah.

He doesn't say anything about the matter, he leaves the room and I listen to what's happening outside the door.

I try not to sleep, to be attentive to the door, but my eyes close on their own and I fall into a deep sleep.

I wish I could keep watching the door Because when I wake up, I feel a dull thump, and then I feel like the barrel of a gun prostrates in my head and I listen to how they withdraw the gun safely.