Chapter 36: Taken
SIEVE smiled bitterly while looking at the letter and tightly holding the bracelet in her other hand. Despair surrounds her, she never expected to feel so lonesome and miss him already.
She then glanced at the clock in the far corner of the room, contemplating if she could still contact him. The clock showed it was already eleven in the morning. “He must be on his way to his business trip,” she said to herself. Downhearted, she curled up in the bed, caressing the sheets, trying to recollect everything that happened last night. Enjoying the scent he left on the pillow, mattress and blanket mixed with her own juices. She enters a weird wave of euphoria and starts touching herself, imagining he is still with her. She starts to stroke her belly. Then move on to her rib cage, and then around and in between her breasts. Building up the sensation. Savoring the memories and the scent that lingers in the room.
She gently massages her chest and gives it a little squeeze. To her surprise, she enjoys the feeling. She let her hands wander on her hot, lustful body. "Am I doing this right?" She mumbles while looking at the bracelet as if waiting for his confirmation and permission to go further.
After an hour, she took a long cold shower, then she stared at herself in the mirror, looking at her bruises and the marks he left on her that would soon fade away. She felt despair engulfing her and having difficulty breathing, as if the situation suffocated her.
She put her hands on the bathroom sink and leaned on the mirror to look at herself intently, she then slapped herself twice and shouted:
“Snap out of it!”
“Get yourself together!”
“You’re not Sieve, you’re LATTON effing Ripley!”
“Nothing can hurt you, your heart and mind are made of steel.”
After her outburst, she got out and took out a new set of clothes inside her bag while chanting her mantra, “Everything is fine. Everything will be okay. You’re okay.”
From the red dress last night, she changed to a black skirt, a black turtleneck paired with black leather boots and high socks. She gives an aura that she’s going to a funeral.
She took the bracelet and put it inside her bag. For the last time, she left the Eastside hotel.
She walks out of the hotel and gets out at the second gate where she can wait for a taxi to arrive. She sees that the taxi bay is empty. She tries to book a car to no avail. She looks at the street and can’t find any cars coming in or out.
There are no people on the street as well. She’s about to call her cousin to pick her up, but before she can get her phone out, someone grabs her from behind and subdues her. She can smell smoke and alcohol reeking out of her attacker and soon the man injects something in her neck. Helpless, she tried to push him but the liquid the man injected into her made her feel weak.
Shortly, her whole body turned limp, she slowly turned around and caught a glance of the man, but he was wearing a full mask and a dark gray jumpsuit. The only noticeable feature is his bulging belly and unsettling deep blue eyes. She closes her eyes but, still a bit conscious, she can feel him carrying her and putting her in the trunk of the car.
“In broad daylight I’m being kidnapped?” She thought to herself. A familiar scene flashes on her mind. A scene that caused her twelve years of pain and trauma. How she got abducted, when she was thirteen years old. The kidnappers did not feed her for three days. She was hungry and dehydrated. Apart from that, one of her captors did something to her.
She soon passes out. The man in the mask sped his car out of the city. After driving for a few minutes, he stopped the car in a secluded area to put handcuffs on her wrists and ankles. The man then notices that she has a lot of bruises on her body but brushes it off and puts tape on her mouth. The man also covered her with an old rug.
After securing her in place, he continued to drive for another 2 hours and only stopped in a store near a gasoline station and purchased various essential items. While loading the things he purchased, a poster caught his eye.
In a deep husky voice he said, “Fireworks display!”
Shortly after, the man walked to his car and when he was about to start the engine, he heard a sound coming from the trunk.
thud!
thud!
thud!
Low consecutive sounds could be heard and the gasoline station attendant near his car seemed to hear it too, and with a curious gaze, the attendant walked towards his car.
Sweat started to form on the man's forehead when the attendant was almost near him. Fortunately for the man, another car came and seemed to be in a hurry and called the attendant to pump gas for him immediately. The attendant then ran to assist them. The man heaves a sigh of relief, then speeds away from the gasoline station and stops in another secluded area and opens the trunk. He sees that she has removed the tape on her mouth but is still unable to speak as an effect of the drug he injected her.
In her groggy state, she stared at the man in front of her. She noticed that he was not wearing his mask. She tried to see what the man looked like, but the sunlight was blinding her sight, and the drug made her dizzy.
Her face paled instantly when she noticed the man took another syringe from his pocket and injected her drugs once again. She could feel the sting of the drugs entering her veins, she wanted to yell, but couldn't make any sound. She could only close her eyes and let the hallucinogen do its thing.