Chapter 81
Lucky
Something rings familiar when she called me Princess. Did someone call me that in the past? I know I have a fiancé the rock on my finger tells me that. He will come for me and I know in my heart that when he does, I will know him and recognize him instantly. Besides, concussion or loss of memory doesn’t always last long.
She stares at me like I am some kind of specimen waiting for dissection. “What exactly do you want from me? And what is your name?”
The redhead merely tilts her head at me and pinches her lips together. “To be honest,” she begins in her Russian accent. “I am not sure. There was just one reason to take you. To pay a message to someone but now I think you could be useful to me if I keep you captive a little while longer.”
She takes the balloon backed seat from the corner of the room, that I hadn’t noticed before and swivels it round, that the back is facing me. I watch as she strides a leg over the seat and faces me, her hands resting over the back of the chair, her feet spread apart either side of it.
“You are interesting, if I were a man I could easily see the appeal.”
“So, you like girls then? Well, you’ll be disappointed sweetheart, that’s not my thing,” I snide at her with an icy tone to my voice.
“You might, you’ve never had me maybe I could do it for you.” She throws back her head and laughs like she has been told some kind of hilarious joke.
Oh, sweetheart, I think to myself. She has no idea what is coming to her. For sure, whether I can remember or not, someone who has given me a diamond that must be worth more than a luxury car; will come for me.
“Get me a cloth and clean me up you animal. Have you even bothered to take a look at my head?”
“You will be fine, Princess do not worry so much. Do you honestly think I would damage the merchandise? Like I told you, your life too valuable to me right now. I will be placing my demands soon and then we will see how your fiancé wants to play the game.”
So, I have a fiancé, obviously but it’s good to have that confirmed. My head is aching from the knock to it and my wrist is sore from being cuffed with the metal rubbing against my skin ever time I move it.
“I wouldn’t be trying to wriggle out of the cuff, Princess. There is no way out of here. Now I will get you some food and until you for a while to enable you to eat. If you spit it in my face, you’ll get another blow to the head.”
“Whatever you bitch, do what the fuck you like. Someone is coming for me and you’ll wish you’d never set eyes on me.”
“I have been watching your every move for a long time. You have no idea. I have been in your circle without you even realizing who I am.” Her voice is laced with sarcasm and pride.
“You think you’re clever don’t you? I must be engaged to a very rich and powerful man; he’ll come and get me.”
“Nobody will find you. Do you think we are that easy to find? I have spent the last two years planning this. You my feisty one, are the icing on the cake as they say. When your fiancé announced his engagement, it made my plans even better. Much more fulfilling to have something so precious.”
She stands. I watch as she moves the chair away and turns her back on me. As she reaches the door she turns her head, “I will be back soon. Perhaps you might remember some details.”
I wish I could not that it would get me out of this hole. Whoever this woman is, she must have a deep-seated hatred for whoever my fiancé is. All I can hope for is that he comes for me soon. I need to pee desperately the bitch has left me still chained up. My bladder is uncomfortable, hopefully she won’t be long with my food.
Glancing up at the ceiling I can see nothing but patch paintwork and some damp. Something registers in my mind, a dark basement with light coming through and a man in front of me. Wait, what is that memory? Did something happen to me previously? Who the hell am I engaged to?
Fear descends on me like a widow’s cloak in the deepest depths of winter, cold takes over my body and makes me shake. It must be the shock. My ribs are hurting so bad right now but there is nothing I can do since I am chained up.
The door scrapes as it opens and the woman returns. She is carrying a brown tray with a plate on it and a glass of water. “Here, food.”
I glance over at the tray she places on the bed and see a bowl of soup that looks like murky water and a bread roll. “I see you don’t know how to cook,” I say sarcastically.
“You want to eat or starve?” she retorts.
“I could starve, that way I would be less valuable to you. Then what will you do without me as your bargaining chip?”
“Don’t get a sassy mouth with me, Princess. Now I will unlock the cuffs, if you make a move I will shoot you.” As she tells me that, she reaches behind her and pulls out some kind of gun and points it towards my head.
“Whatever,” I say as my stomach begins to protest at the lack of food. When did I last eat? How long was I out for? There is no point asking her she won’t tell me in any case.
Her hands are cold as I feel her skin brushing mine as she slides a key into the cuff on my right hand and releases it, then the left. She stands over me with the gun pointed towards me head, her feet spread hip width apart.
“Eat,” she commands moving the gun towards the food. “Or I will force feed you.”
What choice do I have? There will be a way to get out, I just haven’t thought of it yet. But I will, deep down inside me I know that I will get out of this shit hole and be the one holding the gun in my hand pointing it at her head.