Kidnapped

Isadora looked up to meet the eyes of the man who had just spoke to her and the other beside him. The tall one who had a scar running across his cheek, looked at her with lust, his breath was musky no doubt he was high on cigarettes and the other who was much shorter looked very arrogant, his gaze was not much different from his partner.

It's just some idiots, she thought, a bit relieved. Still, the feeling of danger lingered.

"Follow the bouncing ball, jackass. I'm not interested." Isadora scoffed, failing to give the attention they desired. To think she would relive the same old trick here. So much for classiness.

"What drink do you want? I'd pay so we can all relax faster." The shorter one spoke, as Isadora's words fell on deaf ears, he reached out to touch her hands which retracted immediately.

"Don't fucking touch me." She hissed, staring daggers at the high fool.

"Don't pretend like you aren't a harlot, pretty. Trust me you don't want to make things any difficult than it should be, little Jezebel. Why can't we have the same freedom as that man who held you however he liked? We can pay if that's what you want, beautiful." The taller one said, caving into the little gap between Isadora and him. The darkness in his eyes showed this wasn't a petty threat.

Gosh, what the hell is taking Nicholas so long.

Isadora maintained eye contact as her hands slowly reached into her purse, "Do me a favor and let me teach you both a lesson on why you shouldn't approach any random bitch and…"

"Hey boys!" A woman approached the trio diverting their attention for a moment.

"I couldn't help but oversee this situation from across the bar." She said with a frown, and accessed Isadora before turning to face the two men, "Is it your first time visiting this club? Because believe me, you don't want to mess with anyone here."

The shorter one scoffed, "Mind your own business bitch, ... unless you want to join in on the fun." He approached and put his hand over her waist.

She was stunned for a split second by the brazen act. Her eyes twitched visibly "Hmm, I forgot I wasn't dealing with civilized individuals. Let me switch to a language you would understand..."

Her knee rammed up, hard against the shorter man's crotch, immediately sending him squealing, both knees on the ground in pain.

"You psycho bitch…!"

The other charged at her but she evaded the attack and screamed on top of her lungs, "Security!"

A flash of panic hit the one writhing on the ground he immediately alerted his partner, "Let's go, all this trouble isn't worth some lose c*nt."

"You will be dealt with sooner or later…."

"Let's fucking go dumbass," The shorter one dragged him by the arm, irritated. He could see the security men approach from the corner of his eyes.

The glare he had on Isadora and the woman before leaving showed that this wasn't over.

Isadora retracted her hand from her purse and continued sipping her drink, calmly.

"Aren't you going to say thank you?" The woman scoffed in disbelief. To be ignored after that session, she hasn't seen anyone so ungrateful.

"For what? Placing yourself in a situation which was none of your concern." Isadora posed the big question, clearly not seeing anything to be appreciative for.

The woman clenched her hands by her side tightly, she really shouldn't have gone through the trouble for such an ungrateful human being.

"Can I sit?" She puffed, suppressing her anger.

Isadora didn't reply. Amidst her silence, the woman took the vacant seat beside her.

"I get it, not much of a talker are you? Trust me I mean no harm." The woman said in a warm tone, trying her best to spark a conversation between them.

"I don't trust anyone, especially not strangers." Isadora's tone ran cold, she kept the glass of alcohol on her lips but didn't sip from it.

"Let me give you a reason to then, starting from an introduction," The woman said excitedly, happy that Isadora had finally given her some attention, "I'm Megan, a professional scout from Blue Fennel modeling agency."

Her lips flapped doused in honey, "I must say, you are a very beautiful woman, miss. I had spotted you from across the bar and couldn't pass up the golden opportunity to approach you. How would you like to sign a contract with our fast growing agency…"

"Ha, what a joke. You really went through all that trouble just for this?" Isadora chuckled, unable to believe her ears.

"Excuse me," Megan said, taken aback by Isadora's confusing statement.

Just as suddenly she giggled, Isadora's expression became doused with worry, the feeling of danger became even more prominent. She stood up from the bar stool immediately refusing to waste any second longer than necessary here, " If you would excuse me, I have more important things to care about."

"Hey!" Megan called out but was ignored by Isadora who had already vanished into the crowd.

It took Isadora no less than five minutes to scan the area in search of Vallea and Nicholas, but couldn't even spot their shadows. She had also placed multiple calls to both, it was futile. It is incredibly strange he and Vallea would suddenly disappear at the same time, Nicholas had even been itching to leave the area at the slightest chance just what the hell is going on!

Isadora bit her lips, pacing about the place. At the end of her search, she was back at her original position, the bar. The annoying woman had left the place already.

"They both better have a fucking good explanation for this." She muttered under her breath.

It only took three more minutes for Isadora's thread thin patience to snap. She felt so uneasy in this god-damned place. One solution was on her mind now.

Leave now. Explain later.

Wait, there was one place she hadn't checked yet, the restrooms. Kissing her teeth, Isadora hurried to where they were supposed to be. She opened the male bathroom first but didn't step in, surprising there was no one in, she couldn't spot any feet beneath the stalls either.

"Not here." She mumbled, moving to the female lavatory.

Only a few feet away, Isadora perceived strange sounds, one which slowed her steps greatly. The one she never wishes to encounter.

Edging closer and closer towards it, the patterned sounds became clearer and clearer. The sound of skin slapping against skin at a fast pace, the corroding sound of high pitched moans forced Isadora into a halt.

She stood in front of the door, arm outstretched to the knob, but didn't dare enter the bathroom. Dazed by her own mind, Isadora couldn't muster the mental strength to search this particular place. Walking in there would be an experience that would scar her for life, something she wasn't ready to face ….. she knew that.

Backing away with one big step, Isadora sourced her phone from her purse and added both Nicholas and Vallea in a group text.

"I couldn't find you guys so I left with a bad headache. Come home soon!" She clicked send and proceeded to the nearest exit, very close to the bathroom.

On her final step out, an external notification beep filtered into her ears, one which she ignored.

Stepping out from the building, Isadora shivered the chill of the night and kissed her bare skin barely covered by her mini dress. There were loads of skin to kiss. The sky was dark and devoid of stars, as dark as the uneasy sensation steadily creeping up on her.

Taking in a deep breath, Isadora walked past the numerous cars, she had ordered an Uber some minutes ago in the club and had received a message that it would arrive soon, however she wasn't going to stand idle and wait for it. Her gut feeling knew better than that.

She walked past the first alley to an ugly sight, regretting at first glance. Deep within the alley, she could see Megan pinned against the wall, with a hand covering her mouth as the taller man from before stuck his d*ck in and out from her, the shorter one stood, naked from the waist down waiting for a turn. His grunts and the receiver's muffled cries filled the atmosphere.

"Please…!" Came out a choked wail from the merciless workout.

It's unfortunate to encounter what she avoided back at the bathroom, out here in the open. She quickly averted her eyes away from the scene.

"How noisy." Isadora plugged in her earphones and walked at a much faster pace. If she is lucky, she must not encounter such an irritating thing again.

Isadora walked for about a minute, constantly glancing at her phone. It was strange, the tracker said her Uber should be in this lane, but there wasn't a single car nor sign of life in the street. There was no sign of life in the street …. Oh no!

Isadora became incredibly self aware, even if it is already late in the night, these streets are never so quiet, especially when there is a bar not too far away. From the car to the lifeless street, everything about this situation is unnatural. She clutched her purse tightly, maintaining a similar pace. At this point, there isn't a need to wait for the Uber here, hitchhiking this shit home is the best option.

A shadow flashed past the corner of her eyes, bringing Isadora to a slower, more cautious walking pace. What the hell was that?!

She slowed her breaths, watching … listening for movements but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Reigning herself to behave like nothing was out of the ordinary she kept on walking, even more desperate to get home fast. However, this facade of calmness didn't last a second as another shadow zipped past her eyesight, forcing her to a halt. There was no way to deny it this time, something …. everything is terribly wrong.

Isadora lowered herself to a semi squat, the hair on her body stood upright, just like in the club. Her gaze fixed up ahead as she carefully slipped her high heels off her feet slowly, unable to shake the feeling of being watched and followed. Still in the squat Isadora felt a shadow cast over her body, it became bigger and bigger by the second, probably from an approaching person.

Deep breath in, and out ….. stand Run!

Isadora broke into a sprint, her heels clutched to her chest, the fast paced movements coming from behind confirmed her fears, she was being tailed and chased. There were numerous footsteps, obviously from more than one person. They had come out of hiding in hot pursuit knowing she was now aware of their presence. What the hell do they want from her?!

"Fuck!" Isadora curses under her breath. From the sounds and quickness of their steps, she could tell they were gaining on her.

Running down the street in a straight line, Isadora took her time to access her surroundings, not sparing time to panic. After all, this isn't the first time she was in this kind of situation. Listening closely she could tell she was being pursued by three people and from the way they put their weight around their feet, they were men. Two placed themselves on her left and right side directly in her blind spot, she couldn't sense the exact position of the third man, this isn't a good sign.

Still, it was only three men. She is more than capable of losing them.

Isadora suddenly made a sharp turn into another street reducing her pace a little, as expected they had followed her bumper to bumper on this move. They were gaining on her a lot now, only a few feet away. She smiled under her breath and sprinted into another street, running for a few meters before dashing into an alleyway moving through seemingly random connections. With the number of twists and turns in an unfamiliar place, Isadora sustained a gap from the men.

On the last turn, she met a dead end. A huge wall closed off the exit. For the first time Isadora turned to look back at the approaching men, they seemed more confident than ever now that she had been cornered.

Isadora looked around in search of a solution and set her eyes on the dumpster. She made eye contact with the approaching men and back at the dumpster. A sick, unnatural grin found its way to her face.

"Damm it! she is going to get away!" She heard one of them curse in panic.

If only she can see the look on his face, too bad this meeting is destined to be a short one. In one swift climbing action, she was over the large wall and had used her feet in the last second to push the trash, landing perfectly on the other side.

"Adios Suckers!" She muttered, out of breath from the sudden running workout. They had chosen the wrong person to come after. It's a good thing she knows these streets like the back of her hand.

Isadora walked down the path less cautious as she struggled to catch her breath. I'm the future she must …. Wham! A strong palm hit her neck with the swiftness and precision of a blade, hitting a pressure point that made her weak in the legs. She fell to the ground with a soft thud.

H…. h… how? The third man! She hadn't sensed his presence at all.

"Send her to the boss immediately" She heard before blacking out cold.