hos·tage
: a person taken by force to secure the taker's demands.
"Hey, the order is not to kill anyone. Let's go!" The other man interjected.
Clara watched with horror as Xander's shirt stained with blood, the bullet hit him on the stomach, and Xander pressing the wound.
"Come girl! Don't fight me if you want your boyfriend to live." The other man barked and tied her hand with rope.
"If you don't kill me now, I'll come to you. I swear motherfucker!" Xander bellowed inside the car.
That was the last sight and the last time Clara heard his voice before the man taped her mouth, placed a black hood over her head, hands tied behind her back, and taking her away from Xander.
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Noah found Xander lay weakly beside his car, he had unbuckled his seat belt, and got out. The blood gushing out from the wound on his stomach made him dizzy.
"Boss! What happened? Where's Clara?" He ran to reached his employer.
His eyes searching for the woman that holds his heart, but Clara was nowhere to be found.
Noah had received his boss's call about 20 minutes earlier, with several of Xander's bodyguards, they hurriedly search for them. After a while, they saw Xander's car on the side road in wrecked state.
"Ambulance! Call for ambulance!" Noah shouted to the other men.
"Noah, the GPS tracker.. That would lead to Clara. Find her." Xander grabbed his one of the most trusted man's hand.
Then after losing so much blood, he lost his consciousness.
Yelling his boss's name, Noah promised, he would rescue Clara. No matter what.
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"Ok. Let's see what we got here."
Someone yanked the hood from Clara's head, she blinked, adjusted her eyes from the brightness.
She was inside a small white room, everything in white color. The wall, the floor, the lamps above, even the chair.
But Clara remembered that voice, still she couldn't believe her eyes when she saw her.
Jessica? What is Xander's ex doing here?
But she couldn't ask because the tape was still on her mouth. She hissed at the woman.
"Oh, she's a dangerous one, gentlemen. Beware." Jessica mocking her.
The four guys laughed. They were still inside, crowded the small room. They still wear that mask so Clara couldn't saw their faces.
Someone said, "I like feisty girls. They're passionate in bed."
"But I will taste her first." The other said.
Clara was shivering under their leering look, she trashed from the chair. They had tied her to a single chair with rope. Both of her hands behind, stretching until it sore.
"No. She is too precious and she will make a good price. Someone wants to pay a large sum for her. Begone guys!" Jessica shooed them.
Clara exhaled, she was safe from that stinky men.
Jessica wrenched away her mouth tape, Clara screamed from the pain.
"Why you do this, Jessica? I thought you're Xander's friend?" She asked pleadingly.
Jessica didn't answer her, there were hate in her blue eyes. She was still hurting from Xander's treatment that night. She'd always loved Xander this whole time, help him achieved what he want, waiting patiently even willingly when he said he wanted to seek revenge.
If Xander played around with other woman, which he often did, she could understand. She could forgive him.
But Xander chose Clara over her! She won't forgive him until Clara wasn't in his brain anymore. This little stripper would pay for taking Xander from her.
"Now, someone wants to see you. He said he is your old friend." Jessica remarked.
A bulky bald man appeared before them, she knew that face.
Mr. Rodriguez!
"Clara! How nice to see your face again. I've missed you so much. When I found out you were not working at the club, I was so angry! You can't imagine how happy I am right now." He beamed.
Mr. Rodriguez approached Clara and stroking her cheek with that stubby fat fingers. Clara wanted to vomit right there. She never let Mr. Rodriguez touched her, not an inch.
"Get away from me!" She turned her face from him.
Her behaviour wounded Mr. Rodriguez, with a growl, he struck the beautiful woman's face.
"How dare you, whore!"
He gripped Clara's chin, made her stare straight at his eyes, "Continue with that behaviour again, and I won't hesitate to struck the other parts of your body." His gaze roaming her body.
She only wore a simple dress, with only a flick of his finger, that strapdress would come undone. Mr. Rodriguez swallowed hard from the promise of that lush body. The body that had tortured his mind and denied him from pleasure.
"So you gave this lush body willingly to Xander when you denied me repeatedly? Why? Because he is more young and handsome than me?" He boomed.
When Clara quivering under his hand, he shushed, "It will be okay, my sweet. You'll know soon enough I could bring you more pleasure compared to any man. You'll screaming my name in no time."
Jessica cleared her throat, made him aware of another pretty girl watching them.
"Don't forget about our agreement, Rodriguez. You had what you want and I expect you honor what you'd promised me."
"Don't worry my girl. I will pay you along with the bonus. Your accurate info helps me so much. Now, I'll make the ransom call to Xander."
Mr. Rodriguez walked out of the room with heavy gait, panting from excitement. Excitement because soon he could sample Clara's body.
Clara yelled at the woman, "Xander won't forgive you, Jessica. You'll regret it! Just let me go!"
Jessica looked at her quizzically then leaning down and whispered, "But this is what Xander ordered. This is his revenge."
Eyes wide in disbelief, Clara mouthed, "No.."
"He had enough using your body and dumped you to other man, which happens to be Mr. Rodriguez." Jessica explained.
"You lie."
"Mr. Rodriguez is his business rival that desire you. He made no secret about that. Now, Xander could take him down along wreaking his vengeance on you."
When Clara had nothing to answer, too numb inside, Jessica continued the torture.
"What you expect, Clara? That he would come and rescue you like a hero? That he would come to love you?"
Jessica looked at her pitifully. "Wake up, girl."
And with that, Jessica left Clara in that white room.
*** End of Chapter 15 ***