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FREYA___04

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I became slowly aware of the feeling of nausea, my mouth felt flaky, and I felt like my tongue had swollen twice its size.

Wait__

Why was it so dark? 

I felt a slight pressure around my eyes and realized that I was blindfolded. 

My heart jerked with panic as memories flooded my head. 

The man in our apartment! 

 

I have been kidnapped!  

I tried to move to discover that my hands and legs were tied. 

I couldn't move an inch. I was lying on something soft and comfortable, most likely a bed. 

Tears of panic and helplessness burned in my eyes as I tried to figure out what was going on. 

Ethan had tried to warn me! 

Why didn't I answer his call earlier? 

Who were these people? Did they kidnap him as well? 

My body trembled as I thought of every possible thing that could happen to me. 

Would they kill me? Rape me?

I didn't want to die, not just yet. I was too young, I'd barely started to live my life!

My tears soaked the blindfold as I struggled against the binds to no avail, the ropes only ended up cutting deep into my skin, but I didn't give up, not even when the pain became unbearable and I had no doubts that my wrists were bleeding. 

Every tragic story I've seen in the news about girls being kidnap made my shaking intensify. 

At least, I could feel my clothes on my body, it provided the slightest relief.  

I haven't been violated. Yet. 

My ears rose in alarm at the sound of a door opening. 

My breath died in my throat as I stilled my movements. I had to be quiet, maybe if they thought I was still unconscious, they would leave, and I would get some time to escape. 

The approaching footsteps grew louder.  Then it ceased.

There was a deafening silence.

I couldn't resist a flinch when cool fingers stroked my face.  The hand proceeded downward to grasp my neck painfully, cutting short my air supply. 

I struggled in vain, my tears were soaked up by the blindfold.

I knew it then.

I was going to die. I would never see my parents again, their biggest dream was to see me graduate college, but that dream was to be cut short___

My head started to feel dizzy, and just when I thought I would pass out, the pressure on my neck was removed. 

I gasped, choking desperately for the air my lungs craved. My situation was worse because I was tied up and also couldn't see my attacker.

"Please__" I begged. 

"Who are you? W__hy are you d__doing this to me?" I continued to cough,  fingers grasped my head and suddenly the cloth material covering my eyes was yanked away. 

I was blinded by the bright light and blinked a few times to adjust my vision, the room looked expensive and was very well furnished. 

Then I saw him. The figure intimidating towering above me. 

My heart flared in recognition,  my body was frozen in shock and confusion. 

My mouth was dry as the desert, I managed to gather saliva to allow me to speak. 

"Y_you?" I sputtered, still in shock. 

His dark hair curled a little around his face, and his features were hard and__ astonishing. No, captivating. 

It was his eyes that held me, an electrifying cold blue. Utterly terrifying like the rest of him. 

"It's nice to see you remember me, Hello, Freya." His voice was cold___ detached. 

It sent a rush of anxiety through my veins. 

While I pondered how he knew my name, I was confused as hell right now. I thought that day I met him and his wife at our restaurant would be the last time I see him.

Why would he kidnap me?

 

I flinched again when he suddenly moved, but he only pulled out a chair, so he was sitting beside the bed I was currently strapped against. 

"Why? What's going on? Please untie me and let me go__" He lifted his hand in the air and I automatically jerked, thinking he was about to strike me. 

"You are going to remain silent, I will do the speaking!" His voice was raw and hostile just like the other day at the restaurant. As much as I was scared, a flare of anger raced through me. 

He was the one who drugged me, Abducted me, and currently had me tied for god knows why.

"I have every right to ask, who exactly are you__" 

He struck fast. Grasping my jaw with so much force, threatening to dislocate the bones. 

"I said I will do the speaking! You are going to learn to do exactly as I say very quickly!" He spat, suddenly letting go of me as though I disgusted him. 

I didn't miss the look of cold raw hate in his eyes as he glared down at me. 

Did I do something to deserve it? I suddenly wondered. 

He relaxed against his seat, straightening the sleeves of his shirt, and continued speaking like he'd not just attacked me, my jaw still hurt, and the skin there was bruised no doubt.  

"Do you know what I've been thinking these few days?" He spoke. 

No, you dumbass! 

I didn't dare say it aloud. The last thing I wanted was to be strangled to death by this crazy man. 

"I kept thinking about several ways to kill you." His cold stare met mine. 

The ease with which he said those words made me tremble, at the same time painful stings of tears started to form in my eyes. 

He was going to kill me.  I was tied up and would be helpless to stop him. 

"As I watch you go on your normal daily activities, I would be tempted to empty bullets into you, but then, that death would have been too quick and easy." He smiled coldly, appearing even scarier. 

My daily activities? 

This meant he had been watching me! 

That constant feeling of being watched hadn't been my imagination at all!

"I want you to suffer, which was why I thought about bathing you with acid, to let you feel every burn_ Your bones would melt__ and you will experience every bit of the agony." His voice turned darker,  the grief in his eyes was intense. 

Burn?___

A different kind of fear settled in my heart,  why was my brain starting to think about the__

No, I had to be wrong! 

Please god! Let me be wrong! 

I met his stare unable to be silent any longer. 

"I've only met you once, what have I ever done to you? Why do you want to kill me? Why?" I tried to be brave but the trembling of my voice sold me out. 

When I had been walking around the streets all through this week, I could have easily died. 

Now, I was here. I didn't want to think about being bathed in acid. I couldn't even imagine it, it was traumatic to my brain already. 

He leaned closer to me, his eyes keeping mine captive. I could feel my heart ramming hard against my ribcage, threatening to tear my flesh apart. 

"Why don't you try to remember? Did you do something that made you deserve all these things I'm about to do to you? Think!" He thundered and a scared whimper escaped my mouth.

I could think of a reason anyone would possibly want me dead. 

That drunken night. 

The disappearances of all evidence, including Ethan's car. Even the police had not taken such a big statement seriously, all these had to be done by an influential person.

Lastly, Ethan's message. He had warned me that they were coming after him, as well as me. 

It all pointed to one thing, the person who had cleared all the evidence of the accident was after the both of us. 

"I see you're smart after all!" He spoke and I stared at him. 

Was he the person we had hit? He survived the accident and wanted his revenge on us? I searched his body with my gaze for signs of burns or wounds. His grey pants and long-sleeved shirt covered most of his body but he didn't appear to be injured to me. 

"The accident. It was you."  I whispered and his gaze narrowed at me.  

"You have to believe that we didn't mean to hurt you, it was all a mistake__"

"It wasn't me!!" He bellowed, thick angry veins pulsating in his neck. 

"Your mistake took them away from me! You killed her!!" He yanked my shoulders, dragging me off the bed. 

"My wife is dead because of your fucking mistake!" His eyes were wet with tears. 

Raw hate, anguish, and unmistakenly rage reflected in his eyes.

His statement hit me across the face like a brutal whip. 

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks. At this moment, I didn't know if I was feeling sorry for his sad situation or for myself. What would become of me?