Chapter 7: His Boss's Threat

Hours of crying make my head feel very dizzy.

I want to take a bath. My body was sticky with sweat, blood, and humiliation. The bastard didn't come back, and I felt a little relieved.

I dragged my feet to the bathroom with the plastic bag the woman gave me. There were a pair of black jeans, a plain gray T-shirt, a pair of underwear, and toiletries inside it. I was surprised because the person was still willing to give me clean clothes.

I turned on the shower, and fresh cold water splashed me instantly. I let the cold water wash my body which feels very dirty. I clean the rest of the blood and other fluids still attached to my body. Damn, it hurts like hell.

My mind is messed up. I don't know what else I can do. I had to find a way to escape, anyway. Maybe I should also find someone's cell phone and call Dad or the police. But how?

After a while, I finished and put on my clothes. I dry my hair with the existing towel and sit on the edge of the bed. What else should I do?

I glanced at the food beside me. No! I will never touch his given food and drink again. I'd rather starve to death than eat that person's food. I will never do that!

What's the time now? Is it midday? My head felt unbelievably dizzy, and my stomach growled loudly. At least it's probably been more than 20 hours since the last time food touched my mouth. Of course, I'm hungry.

The food on the table was still as tempting as ever, but I couldn't let my guard down. I have to stay alert. Who knows where it will be sedated again? I don't want that person to do something bad to me again.

My head snapped. Instantly consciousness filled me when I heard the sound of the door lock being opened. I had fallen asleep on the floor, apparently. I didn't notice. The man came back and headed toward me.

"Why you didn't eat the food?" He stared at the food tray on the table, then looked at me intensely.

He crouched down in front of me. My body shook violently. I avoided eye contact with him as much as possible, or I would cry again.

"Don't be afraid." He spoke slowly. His hand reached out to reach my face.

"Don't," I pleaded, hiding my face in my arms before his hands grabbed me. He lifted my face up. The look I was afraid of was right in front of me.

"I wanna see your face," he said with his hand still on my face.

His gaze seemed to strip me naked. The guy's hazel eyes hypnotized me again. His eyes are beautiful. It was as if I could go through into the depths of his eyes and see whatever beauty lay within. These beautiful eyes are a shame to have to be owned by such a vile villain.

"You really need to eat." He pulled my hand towards the table.

"The food is clean. There is no poison. You don't have to worry." He let go of my hand and sat me on the bed. I'm still speechless. Don't even dare to say a word.

"I won't hurt you if you obey my words, okay?" He added, "If you want to be safe here, obey me. All you have to do is eat, and you really have to." He looked at me threateningly. That guy really intimidated me.

"Do you understand?" he asked. Waiting for my zero response, he looked even more fierce.

"Understand?" his hand gripped my left hand very tightly.

Okay, I have to answer it.

"Understood," I replied weakly. The man released his grip on his hand and walked towards the door.

In the doorway, he paused. "If you haven't touched the food when I return, you'll know the consequences. I don't play with my words." He slammed the door and locked it.

I let out a breath that I don't know how long I've held. I glanced at the tray again.

Is it true that food is safe?

I don't want to eat it, but I don't want that person to hurt me. His threats gave me the chills. Should I obey him? But if I refuse his orders, I'm afraid he might do something terrible again.

Could it be that he killed me?

With a feeling of trepidation, I devoured all the food on the tray until nothing was left. So is the drink. I waited until a while later, but nothing bad happened to me. What was dizzy in my head just subsided.

The man was right. This food is harmless. He really wanted to feed me.

I guess I need to be a little grateful.

***

Time after time passed very slowly. I don't know how long I've been around this room. No one came, not the slightest sound from outside. Did those people leave? This room is soundproof.

I tiptoed to look out the window, and it was already nighttime when the kidnapper came back to my room.

No, this is not my room. This is the kidnapper's room maybe, I don't know. I don't even know whose house this is.

My gaze was fixed on the person behind the man. This time he did not come alone. He came up with another man I met yesterday. He is a creepy-looking man with tattoos all over his body and scars running down his face.

His boss.

Alright, I have a feeling this isn't a good thing. This is very bad. The arrival of the hazel-eyed kidnapper had already intimidated me incredibly, and now he brought his boss.

I think he is the mastermind. Maybe he was the one who ordered the three kidnappers yesterday to kidnap me. He must be the criminal mastermind.

"Zo, you just wait there," said the boss.

Wait a minute, did he call the man with the hazel eyes Zo?

The figure called by the name Zo stood obediently beside the bedroom door. His arms were crossed on his broad chest. His jaw looks hard again, like when he scanned my face a while ago.

The man looked at me with a strange look. I don't know. It seems like a mixture of sadness and anticipation.

The tattooed man in front of me started to approach me. That's when I stepped back as a defensive measure. I have to be alert.

I looked around me and groaned inwardly. Why aren't there hard things in this room? The only thing that looked a bit hard was the food tray in front of me. It's also made of plastic. Of course, it wouldn't hurt if I hit him in the face.

Suddenly the man attacked me by holding both my hands. He grabbed my hair tightly. Damn, that hurts!

"It hurts! Let go!" I shouted.

He casually threw me into the corner of the room. My face felt the smack against the wall, then on the cold floor. I moaned softly.

The person came to me again and grabbed the neck of the shirt I was wearing. He then slapped me once but with a such force that I fell again, and this time my face hit the floor really hard. My head is spinning. The pain in the head that had been gradually improving is now throbbing violently again.

"Get up, Bitch!" he snapped at me.

I held my nose, which was bleeding.

"Are you deaf? Get up!" he snapped again.

He grabbed my hair and dragged me to get up. My body was pushed until it touched the wall of the room. His right hand held both of mine above my head. Meanwhile, his left hand grabbed my face and forced me to look at his scary face. He laughed loudly.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked quietly.

He glared at me until his eyes looked like they would pop out. "For the money, you fucking idiot!" he replied, pulling my hair down, so my face looked up.

Almost in a whisper, I uttered the question racing through my mind. "Why me?" I asked.

He still looked at me with a horrifying look and snorted at my question.

"You'd better ask your rich father. What do you think that bastard did to make his beloved daughter suffer like she is now!" he snapped. The man's spit splashed on my face. "They, your fucking father, and his subordinate won't be able to find us! You're gonna suffer your whole life here, Vitch. Did you hear that?"

He banged my head against the wall. The throbbing in my head became worse because of his inhumane treatment of me.

"While you're here, I will have fun with your dear father. Don't worry about him. He'll be safe in my hands."

Dad…

He can't hurt my Dad. Not my Dad. He can't hurt the only parent I still have.

"Don't. Please, don't hurt my father," I pleaded.

He laughed again as if mocking me.

"You will suffer all your life here. I'm gonna kill your beloved Daddy, Bitch, and you're gonna be a lust here until you die. Remember that!" He grabbed me harder before throwing me to the floor again.

The person's feet began to walk away from me. Before he left, his eyes fell on the stain on the sheets. The man laughed even louder.

"You can take advantage of that bitch's body you want, Zo. Just force her. She'll definitely want to," he said to the man who had been standing quietly in the doorway and left the room.