Chapter Forty-four

I'd never been a violent person or someone who likes violence but staring at the annoying lunatic staring at me from the end of the room, I feel nothing more than the urge to jump on him and strangle him to death.

He drugged me and then he cuffed my wrist and used whatever that looks like chain on my legs. If i guess correctly, it's been twenty four hours since this mentally deranged son and his father abducted me from my house. My phone has been vibrating in my inner boxer pocket, without anyone telling me I know it's Zayn calling. I just pray he can locate where I am and come to rescue me before this sick head of his cousin does what's on his mind.

“Now you look more like someone who's being kidnapped. Don't you agree?"

I looked at him where he sat with a glass of God knows what in his hand. I threw my face away as if he didn't say a word which kind of infuriated him.

“You answer me when I talk to you bitch.” he hit me hard across my face.

“Now, don't you agree you look more like so