Her captor is an impostor

She stared at him so hard, and she knew it judging from his now changed expression, she wondered how weird he was earlier, she thought it was because he was like new to this and doesn't know much, but who would have thought he wasn't the one who took her and he was just here, and acting somewhat nervous. Thank heaven she didn't act rashly then, what if he has a knife somewhere, see it's good to read at times, now she knows not to like act out of order and to talk harshly, what if he likes to pull a knife out or something and does whatever? Ugh, sounds scary.

"I just needed a few things from you, nothing more" he said, now checking the outside.

Seems he's spent more than he was supposed to here.

"What's it you want from me? I don't think I can be of help to you at anything" Nadia stated.

"Oh no, it's nothing much, just a few things" he started, while pulling out a knife from his back pocket.

She gulped loudly, now she's starting to become more nervous.

"Just a few hands and a few body parts here and there" he was gesturing to her body.

"And you like an organ or body parts trafficker?" She blurted out.

"Oh no no no no I am not, and we need to be quick" as if on cue footsteps sounded from the direction of the door.

Guess the real captor is here to stake claim on their find, now let's see the mastermind.

A man of nearly fifty came in, okay another pale person, why do they all look like they served their whole life in the wild? She couldn't help those thoughts.

The man is likely to be five foot two tall, he's really short, and he looks more neat than the impostor here tho, she remarked.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" He shouted.

His voice sounds deep, for his age he quite has a thick voice.

"Now now, Mark, calm down, I just wanted something" the impostor or likely baldie said.

"Oh it's you, I couldn't recognize you, you look worse, last time I saw you you were quite the young lad, it expired real quick? Tsk, when I say "do a long term one you won't listen" he ranted off while coming near Nadia.

"It's been five years Mark, it's not gonna last more than that, and I need some things that's why I'm here, guess I was cut red handed" the man was trying so hard to laugh it off.

"This is Clair's prey, and you won't touch it either, it's hers she wouldn't be happy when she comes and sees something's missing in the girl's body, so run along young man" the old grandpa hissed.

Nadia understood nothing from this little banter they sort of have just now, what's expired and what's young? And what does that man intend to do with her body parts that he's like that. Is he like in some cults? Where they use youngsters' flesh or face to make a new one for themselves. She once read it in a book, where they skin the person's face and make use of it by using some sort of spiritual nonsense to merge it into theirs, she couldn't help but shiver with that thought.

She wondered who the person Clair was, and was at this point thankful at little that she wasn't in this man's hand but in Clair's.

"You didn't touch her did you?" The man asked.

"Because the last time you touched Clair's goods, we both knew how it ended and as I am on the safer side I won't want to upset Clair, because after she deals with you she'll come for me. So to be Clear you didn't touch her right?" He said that last part with a hint of venom.

For an old man he did have that imposing aura, I mean look at him go, about to smash something in the man's head if he at most make a single joke he did, so for the sake of her and the impostor, and whatever Clair will likely do, she answered on the impostor stead.

"Oh he didn't, he didn't even come near me, he's been far away since he came in" Nadia said.

"Oh okay then, it seems you still know your bearing, well friend now go on and get out" he tsked before pushing the baldie out the door.

After that the man turned back and faced her, he smiled and she felt uncomfortable now, the air in the room seems to have changed a little, now she knows who the real bad guy was with the look the man was giving at the moment.

"Since Clair won't be here for the next few days, how about me and you have some fun, what do you say?" He said, still smiling.

She knows men, and she's had a lot of encounters with them recently, and knows what his idea of fun is like, it's not something she'll enjoy or like, but will be good for his own amusement, she swallowed hard.

"Clair has a new play toy, she got her daughter, so she won't be here now, and the little thing is fierce too, can't help it, so I'll keep you company" the old man rants off, it's none of her business tho.

She wondered who the little thing was, and hope she's living her best life since the man claim her to be Clair's daughter, Nadia she wished she was living the life the little thing was, ah how she would be happy to have a roof over her head in this godforsaken place, not like she doesn't have a roof over her head, but with nasty people who have hidden intentions with a minor.

But what's she got to do with Clair? What does the so-called woman want with her? She couldn't find an answer to that, and this man kept giving her the weird glances, ick.

Nadia looked back at Mark, then she saw him taking a shovel, he's not going to do what I think he's planning on doing with that is he?

"W-w-what are you planning…." She swallowed hard, "what's that for?" Now she's terrified for real.

"Just making you sleep, don't have time now, we'll have fun when I am back" he said, before hitting her head.

She's tired of this already.