CHAPTER NINETY THREE CHARGED

　　DAHILA

　　"Finally you've gone quiet in this house." I heard the kidnapper's voice as he handed me my phone, "it's charged."

　　I nodded as I collected it. I went through my contacts, "Hope you didn't bug my phone?" I asked eyeing him suspiciously before he snorted before he sat down beside me.

　　"Why will I bug your phone?"

　　"You're capable of anything. Kidnappers can do anything." I said turning to look at him more closely heaving again, "I thought you're taking me home."

　　"I changed my mind." He said smiling, "You think I would let you out because you're pulling some pranks. Come on, I ain't that daft."

　　"But you're. Kidnapping me, don't you think it's a bad idea. If kidnapping me will make you think Davis will care, you failed. He won't."

　　"Why do you say so?" He asked me while I shrugged before my eyes read his name on my phone screen.

　　"Didn't you want to call him? You've been throwing a tantrum for the past two days because of Davis. Why don't you call him now?"