5: Kidnapped by the devil

AFTER 2 HOURS 

LAURA P.O.V 

I woke up.

On a private plane.

What ... what happened?

"Where am I? Where are you taking me?" I shouted.

Nobody answered.

I was alone here.

The room had 4 luxury leather seats.

There were other rooms, but I couldn't get up to look at them because I was tied to one of the seats.

Did these freaks want me to feel the luxurious life before they blew my brain?

I wanted to spit in their faces before that.

But I felt weak.

These were the only people who could bring me back to the weak, scared girl I was a year ago.

They took everything from me.

They took away my happiness.

They killed the man I loved.

Just when we were happiest.

I was raped.

They were hitting me almost to dead.

They destroyed me both externally and internally.

I wanted to send them to hell.

I didn't notice when tears began to come out of my eyes.

And suddenly ...

"I didn't think you're such a crybaby."

I immediately recognized that voice.

Richard. Richard Valentino.

"Is this a joke? What are you doing? What's all this?" I replied with an angry voice.

"Do I look like a man who likes to joke?" he laughed.

"You're crazy. Let me go.. NOW!" I shouted.

"That can't happen, sweetie."

I was angry that this bastard managed to scare me so much. I began to pull my arm, trying to free myself from the seat.

"I wouldn't do it if I were you." he said in a calm voice, though he could see how angry I was. "The only thing you will achieve is to hurt your beautiful hand."

"DID YOU LOSE YOUR MIND? I'm talking SERIOUSLY, I WANT YOU TO LET ME GO!"

"I'm also taking it very seriously - it can't happen, sweetheart." he winked at me.

"You are a pig." I tried to break free again, but without success.

"I know, thanks for the compliment."

"WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS A CRIME." I looked at him with angry eyes.

I already hated him twice as much.

The fool laughed.

"I hope you don't think this is the first crime of my life."

Angry eyes were just the start, then came the strut, the slamming and the clipped words.

But he didn't care about it.

The only good news was that my mission would continue.

AT THE POLICE STATION

BRIAN (LAURA'S OFFICE PARTNER) P.O V.

"Where is she? Why isn't she coming?" I was walking around the room.

"How do I know, maybe he's just late." replied our boss, David.

"She's late? Do you really think so? She's never late, Dave!"

I was worried because I knew she was having dinner with a criminal last night and she wasn't calling now.

"Her phone is off, does that sound normal to you?" I asked him.

"That's enough! She's a good agent, I'm sure she'll handle it. If she doesn't call within two hours, I'll tell my best agents to looking for her." my boss sighed.

"Okay ..." I sat down on a chair.

"I know you're worried, I am too, but there's nothing we can do yet."

"What if while we're waiting this freak kills her?" I asked him.

"Stop! She knew there was a risk. EVERY MISSION has a risk, so we're trained to handle it." he shouted. "I'm sure she'll be fine. If everything goes according to plan, you're flying for Italy tomorrow."

ON THE PLANE

RICHARD VALENTINO P.O.V 

"So you took the girl with you on the plane?" John laughed. "Just like that?"

"I'm Richard Valentino, I can do whatever I want." I replied calmly, pouring two glasses of whiskey.

"You're crazy." John continued to laugh, "What are you going to do with her?"

What was I thinking of doing with her?

"To teach her manners. To show her that I'm the boss." I replied in a cold voice.

Because that's exactly who I was. And I always would be. I liked who I was.

"Cheers then. For you and your dignity." John smiled and raised his glass.

LAURA ROŚON P.O.V 

I tried my best to get out of the damn handcuffs, but I couldn't.

There was no point in calling for help.

I was on a private plane, damn it.

Everyone here worked for Richard.

God, how I hated him.

I know I should have been glad that my mission was still going on, but I was extremely angry that this wretch had abducted me most brazenly.

And I didn't even know what he was going to do with me. What if he just wanted to kill me on his land?

As I thought what trouble I was in, he came in with a man carrying a tray of food.

"Hello again." he greeted me.

"Go to hell." I replied rudely.

"I have to tell you something, sweetie ..." he approached me and whispered in my ear. "I love rude women." he winked at me and laughed.

Pig. A real pig in a human form.

Before I could answer him, he continued:

"This is my personal assistant - Nicholas, who will help you with whatever you need."

Nicholas bowed.

"Your personal assistant? Does he help you because you can't wipe your ass on your own?" I suggested.

I sensed that Nicholas was finding it funny, but he didn't dare laugh.

And he was right.

"You're witty." he replied, approaching me again. "Not with mine, but if I order him he can help you with that." he winked at me again.

An idiot.

I did not answer. I just frowned.

"We'll be in Italy after three hours." Richard gestured to Nicholas, and he set the food tray on the table next to me.

I frowned even more and shook my head in rejection.

"I wouldn't refuse in your place. We won't eat until the evening."

"I'd rather starve to death than eat your food." I hissed.

"Very well then." He laughed. "Just know one thing, sweetie." he approached and whispered in my ear. "I'll break you ... I promise."

I pulled away from him.

"I hate you, idiot."

He laughed.

"Nicholas, will you leave us for a while, please." Richard winked at him.

"No! Don't leave, Nicholas!" I shouted. "He ... he's my assistant. I'm telling him to stay."

I didn't want to be alone with this psychopath.

"He may be your assistant, but I pay him." Richard winked at me.

I began to pull my arm, trying to free it from the damn seat.

At that moment, Nicholas came out and Richard sat down next to me.

"Get out." I shouted.

He laughed again.

"You make me laugh, sweetie." he started stroking my hand, even though I was pulling. “It seems you’re funny.”

"Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me." I shouted at him.

I didn't even want him to touch me, I hated him.

"Sweetie, you're mine now, don't you understand? I can do ..." He lowered his hand slowly to my pants. "I can do whatever I want with you."

I started pulling harder and harder, kicking with my feet.

"Don't do it. Stop." I screamed.

"Don't worry. I'm not a rapist." he laughed. 

I bristled.

He was talking in my ear. He was whispering to me, breathing so close, so fast.

"I don't need to do it, because I know you will beg me to do it soon."

"You're overestimating yourself." I said quietly, but with a slight dose of irritation.

Then he slid his hand back to my pants and squeezed them lightly with his large, male hand.

"Are you sure? Huh, sweetheart? Are..you..sure?" he whispered in my ear, pressing his hand into my pants. "I'm going to make you beg for it."

I started breathing hard, trying to pull myself away of him, but my body just froze.

"No... never." I could barely speak. 

He whispered in my ear, "Never say never, my dear." then kissed my neck.

"What do you want from me? Why don't you let me go?" I tried to convince him, even though I knew that people like him didn't listen to anyone but themselves.

"I'm afraid this can't happen. I won't let you go, Laura. I already told you. I don't like to repeat things, don't make me do it again. You're mine now, do you understand?"

His? Never! This disgusting rat would go to jail.

What's more, I would be the one to get him in there, even if it was the last thing I did.

"I will never be yours, Richard. I am no one's property."

He ignored what I said and just laughed.

"I'm leaving you to prepare for landing. There's a bathroom in the corner on the right. Eat your breakfast and I'll come to see you in about an hour." he said.

"As you can see, fool, I'm tied up and I can't go to the bathroom."

I got nervous that he was talking so calmly when he actually kidnapped me. He did illegal things so calmly.

He did not answer me immediately, first unlocking the handcuff with which I was tied to the seat.

"Here. And now get ready." he looked at me quizzically.

I didn't know exactly what to say or do. I considered my every move.

Come on. Come on, Laura. Why were you watching him? Come on.

Attack him. Hit him.

"Did you freeze?" He smirked.

"No .. no.. I just .. I was thinking about something." when I got up from the seat, I clenched my fist and approached Richard. "Thanks for untying me." I smiled.

Come on, you can do it.

You're a detective. You are trained.

I suddenly turned to him and was about to hit him with my fist when ....