30. Olivia
This container has been hanging in the air for a while now, held up by a crane.
I’m sure of it because I’m dangling, and I can hear loud noises, of heavy-duty machines.
I try to breathe as much as possible to help maintain my cool, but I doubt anything other than getting out of here will work.
I feel sick, but I can’t throw up because my mouth is taped and I will choke on my own puke. I feel dizzy.
I want to get out before they ship me to another country and traffic me for sex. I have seen movies.
They are the bad people, these men.
I need more air.
I will die. They want to kill me, like they killed Barbara, but in my case, no one will know.
I start to scream, the fear twining around my head, infecting every one of my senses. I can’t let them win. I will not go down without a fight.
I keep screaming the higher the container goes, thrashing and hitting my feet against it. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I need out before they put me on board and no one knows where they’ve taken me to.
My heart breaks at the thought that I will never see Ronan again. That I only just got him back and now I’m losing him in the worst way possible.
Tears sting my eyes for the life I will never have.
I keep taking heavy breaths of air until I feel the container easing down and then steadying.
Then the door opens, and it bangs against the body of the container. I would have lost my feet if I had been kicking the door like the last time.
I wait for the person to come in, straining to see who it is. Soon, the Evil Nerd steps into the container, and the space shrinks.
I keep screaming and thrashing, wanting to drag myself closer to him so I can try and hit him.
“Behave yourself little girl,” he is coming unto me, and with the quick flex of his left hand, I know what he is about to do.
A hard smack slams across my cheek again, and it burns like a motherfucker.
I cuss at him, screaming and thrashing, and this time, I get him good. My feet kick against his, and he hisses so sharply that it sounds like a snake.
That’s what he reminds me of—a viper.
“We can go all day, and I will keep on slapping some manners into you,” he comes down to my level, crouching, “But you bore me,” he exhales, “and I kill a thing when it bores me.”
That one shuts me up, but I’m seething.
“You have something to say?” He reaches for the tape and rips it off with a quick swipe. Fuck. I groan, balling my fists to hold down the pain. “What is it?”
“Fuck you,” I spurt, about to spit in his face, but before I can, he puts the tape back in.
“I would have loved to see you fuck me, but then again, you are boring,” he stands. Not one word he has said since I’ve met him isn’t condescending. He esteems himself so high it’s annoying. “But you are in luck, little one,” he smirks. “Your…” he swirls his pinky finger in the air, drawing an invisible pattern, one with a gold ring that I take to be a signet, “… leprechaun is coming to get you.”
Ronan.
I blink, my seething quieting down at the thought of Ronan coming here. Why would he want Ronan to come here? What does he plan to do to him?
“Behave yourself, play your part, and you’ll be grand,” he adjusts his glasses. “Get in my way, interrupt my plans, and well,” he shrugs, “I’ll be grand.”
I should have known he had an ulterior motive. A bigger plan that I’m a pawn in.
“I will tell you a little secret,” he dips his voice, “You were a mistake. It was Sofia Ferreri I wanted, and you just so happened to get your unfortunate self in the way.”
Now it all makes sense… why would he kidnap me and at the Ferreris’ estate gate?
He thought I was Sofia.
Sick bastard.