Taken Hostage part 2

This is his revenge.

What you expect Clara? That he would come and rescue you like a hero?

That he would come to love you?

Her words swirled around Clara's head. Her mind screaming that Jessica was bluffing. Xander couldn't be that heartless.

Clara recalled his tender touch, his reassuring words whispered softly, his passionate kisses as if he couldn't had enough of her. Sometimes he would gazed at her as if he loved her.

But there were times when his tender gaze turned hard, his soft words became cruel intended to hurt her, and hate burning inside him that made Clara afraid.

Then who is the real Xander?

Xander! Please come and rescue me!

"Hello again, Clara. Sorry to make you wait. I'd just make demand to Xander and you know what? He would pay one million dollars for you." Mr. Rodriguez chuckled.

"If I knew how much important you are to him, I should've doubled it."

Clara exhaled with relief. Jessica was wrong! She itched to tell Xander as soon as she met him. She wanted to tell him how cruel his beautiful ex was.

"Then you'll let me go, sir?" Clara asked hesitately.

"Yes, eventually. We'd made a deal where the transaction will take place. But he need proof that you're still alive."

Mr. Rodriguez brought out a phone from his pocket and took her picture. Clara saw herself tied to the chair with messy hair and frighten face when Mr. Rodriguez shown it to her.

"Ok now press send. Done." He said cheerfully.

Mr. Rodriguez stared at her deeply and mused, "You are really beautiful Clara. With that angelic face when you danced on the pole, twerking your ass, that was the first time I saw you. No wonder Xander want you back."

"Where and when?" Clara asked him.

"Soon, tomorrow maybe." Mr. Rodriguez shrugged.

"Tomorrow?" Clara couldn't stand to be here even for a minute. She needed to find a way to escape.

"Don't be ridiculous, he said he need time to extract the money. Come with me."

ONE MILLION DOLLARS?

He must be kidding.

Mr. Rodriguez released the rope that tied to the chair, but kept Clara's hands still tied together. He hold them to led her, but Clara pulled her hands back.

"What did I told you? Deny me again and I will not hesitant to struck you."

Clara meekly followed him, with his hand gripping hard, they turned to a corner and Mr. Rodriguez opened the door. There was a single bed inside. A dirty one.

It dawned on her that Mr. Rodriguez intended to do her harm.

"But you said Xander had agreed to pay the ransom." Clara asked with horror.

"Yes, but before I gave you back, I could use you to my heart's content."

Clara tried to pull back her hand again, be damned with the consequences, she struggled to get away from this old man. Then Mr. Rodriguez remembered what Jessica told him to say.

"Don't fight me, girl. Mr. X told me himself to feel free if I want you. Looks like he didn't mind sharing you with me." He gave an evil smirk.

Clara ceased her resistence, grew limp by his words, Mr. Rodriguez thought he had tame this gorgeous woman.

"Uhm.. Could you untie my hand? It became numb. Please?" Clara reluctantly used her seductive tone.

Mr. Rodriguez looked at her warily, "Don't think I'm stupid girl. No way in hell I will release your hand."

Still trying to bargain with the old man, she said, "But how can I — you know, without my two hands?"

Mr. Rodriguez gulped, imagining what Clara could do with that pair of smooth white hand.

"Clara, even with your two hands tied together, you still can pleasure me."

Damn this depraved old man!

Mr. Rodriguez pulled her inside the room, Clara looked around and could found nothing to used. He started to feel Clara's young body.

"Wait! Mr. Rodriguez. Let me pleasure you first." Clara suddenly found an idea.

"Hot bitch. You are an eager cat." Mr. Rodriguez squeezed her left buttocks.

He quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. She saw his limp thing when he step out of his boxer.

"I had a hard time getting an erection, you see." He thrusted his hips in a blatant manner.

Clara saw this opportunity to escape. She reached out as if to touch his thing, but suddenly she pushed him down with all her power.

He fell to the ground, "You bitch!"

Clara left him struggling on the floor because of his pants, then ran as fast as she could to the front door. It was an old house, probably abandoned because of the wallpaper's state, and the wooden floor creaking with each step.

WHIP!

His belt lashed Clara's backside and she fell. She heard Mr. Rodriguez's panting and with heavy breath sitting on her backside. She tried to crawl away from his heaviness, but her body was pinned to the floor.

"Get away you motherfucker!" Clara shrieked and trashing beneath.

He laughed mockingly, his hand crept inside her dress, from the back of her tight to her buttocks. Clara screamed for help, struggling under his fat body. She felt his fingers, making his way inside her panty.

"What is this bitch?"

Suddenly he released Clara with disgust, he raised his hand to look at the blood staining his fingers.

Her menstrual blood!

Mr. Rodriguez stood up with disgusted face, "Damn woman! You're on period."

Clara was saved by her period!

Totally furious because he couldn't used her body, he kicked Clara on her stomach. On reflex, she curled while cried out, tried to protect her head and stomach.

It felt like hell. She didn't know how many times Mr. Rodriguez kicked and whipped her with the belt repeatedly, again and again, she nearly fainted.

Then they heard siren sound from the distance. Mr. Rodriguez cursed under his breath, he yanked Clara's head up. A gun pointed at her face.

"Please Sir! Please.." She was pleading, pleading for her pathetic life. Tears streaming down her beautiful face.

Why it had to be her? How long she had to suffer before she die?

Everything happened in a blur, she fell in and out of consciousness when finally two warm hand scooped her up from the wooden floor. Clara didn't have the strength to struggle anymore, so she gave in to fate.

Gave in to that warm arms encircled her body, keeping her safe with tender words. Her pain forgotten.

"Xander…" She whispered weakly then blinked open her eyes, to see the man who'd rescued her.

But Noah was the person reflected in her eyes, with worried looks and called out her name.

"Clara."

It was Noah's voice. Not Xander. Never Xander.

*** End of Chapter 16 ***