All Chapters of Kidnapping the Mayor’s Daughter: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DareMy vision narrowed to the three men holding me down. I twisted sharply, slamming the back of my head into the nose of the man behind me. The sickening crunch was satisfying, but I didn’t have time to relish it. Blood poured from his face as he stumbled backward, his hands flying up to steady himself.The man on my left lunged, but I was faster. My boot connected with his jaw in a brutal upward kick. His head snapped back, and before he could recover, I drove my heel into his knee, the joint giving way with a sickening pop.The third man tried to grab me, his hands reaching for my throat, but I ducked and slammed my fist into his face. The blow sent him staggering, and I didn’t hesitate. I turned to the first man still writhing on the floor, his breath ragged, and wrapped my hands around his neck. A quick, brutal twist ended him.I spun back just in time to see the man on my right recovering. He lunged at me, but I sidestepped and caught him by the neck, my elbow locking around hi

SkyIt’s been three days. Three long, agonizing days since they locked me in this dark, stinking room. The chains around my wrists and ankles bite into my skin, leaving red, angry marks, but the pain has become a dull throb. I’ve been strapped to this cold metal chair like a statue, unable to move, unable to fight.I haven’t eaten anything in three days. My stomach growls occasionally, but the hunger feels distant now, replaced by a bone-deep weakness that makes it hard to keep my head up. The only thing they’ve given me is water, and even that is lukewarm and tastes metallic. They bring food, but it’s inedible, like cow shit disguised as a meal. I force down the water because I have to survive, even if every part of me is screaming to give up.I think about him constantly. Dare. His face is burned into my mind, and every time I close my eyes, I see him bleeding, collapsing to the ground as Mark’s gun fired. My chest tightens, and tears slip down my cheeks no matter how hard I try to

DareThe world slowly came back to me, my eyelids heavy as I blinked against the darkness surrounding me. My body felt weighed down, and as I tried to move, I realized why. Cold metal dug into my skin, the sharp chill of it biting into my wrists and ankles. I was chained to a chair—thick, silver chains wound tightly around me, crossing my chest and pinning my arms to my sides like a caged animal. My legs were bound to the chair legs, the rough edges of the chains scraping against my skin with every slight movement.The room was suffocatingly quiet, the kind of silence that buzzes in your ears, making you hyper-aware of your own shallow breathing. The air was stale, carrying the faint smell of damp concrete and metal. A faint hum came from above—a ventilation fan, its blades spinning lazily, offering no relief to the oppressive atmosphere.I glanced up, the dim light from a single bulb barely illuminating the room. Shadows danced along the walls, but there was nothing there—no windows,

DareThe door open the next day, and I knew what was coming. I had barely gotten any rest, my body too battered to find relief even in unconsciousness. My wrists ached from the heavy metal cuffs, and my ribs screamed with every shallow breath. But when Mark walked in with two men behind him, I straightened as much as my broken body would allow. If they wanted to break me, they would have to try harder.Mark’s sharp leather shoes clicked against the cold floor as he approached, his smile more like a predator’s grin. “Good morning, Dare,” he said mockingly, as if this was some casual meeting. “I trust you had a restful night?”I didn’t bother responding. The glare I gave him was all the answer he deserved.Mark turned to the men and motioned toward me. “Get him up.”They moved without hesitation, their rough hands yanking me out of the chair. My knees buckled, but they didn’t care. I felt the burn of the metal cuffs as they tugged at my raw skin, my arms wrenched upwards as they dragged

SkyI lay there, vulnerable and exposed, every inch of me trembling not from cold but from the utter helplessness that consumed me. The sterile surface of the table beneath me pressed against my skin, intensifying the humiliation I was drowning in. My breathing was shallow, and my chest heaved with the effort to stay composed, though tears blurred my vision.Mark knelt between my legs, enjoying the view he saw. His smug grin made my stomach churn. I tried to twist my head, desperate to catch a glimpse of Dare through the mirrored glass. I knew he was watching, forced to witness every second of this nightmare. My heart broke for him, for us, as Mark made merry in the pain he inflicted on us.“Please, don’t do this,” I begged, my voice trembling, the words barely audible. My throat felt raw, as if the sweetness was gone from it.Mark’s grin widened at my plea. He tilted his head, his gaze flickering over me like I was nothing more than prey he’d caught in his trap. “Begging now, darling