Road Rage
Chapter Three
HAPPY BELATED B-DAY DancinThroughLife!
Claire sighed, "Just when I thought being the President's daughter couldn't get any worse."
Ryan was too busy struggling with the tight rope that bound his arms but replied, "It can't be that bad. Besides this situation."
Claire cranked looked at him, "Apparently you don't know how many situations I get put into. This isn't the first time."
Ryan couldn't help but feel bad for her. She wasn't very old and had been in situations like this one before.
"We'll get out of here." He tried to reassure her.
Claire began to chuckle. Ryan gave her a weird look.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"I saved your ass."
The door to the room opened and Claire was yanked to her feet. The man still wore his ski mask.
"Time for some fun," The man hissed into her ear.
Claire turned her head away when she smelt his breath. "Hey buddy… it's called mouthwash and toothpaste."
She was smacked across the face for her smart-ass remark. The man dragged her out of the room and locked the door behind them. Claire was brought to another bedroom. She fought the whole way there. All there was in the room was a metal chair, come more rope and a camera.
'Here we go again,' Claire thought.
The man pushed her down into the chair. He lifted her arms over the back of the chair. With the other rope, he secured her chest to the back of the chair and tied her ankles together. Satisfied with his work, he left her alone. Claire began fumbling with the ropes. All attempts were futile.
After what seemed like forever, the door opened again. Claire looked up and saw a man with short light brown hair and lifeless gray eyes enter. He was very buff. By the way he looked, she figured he was the head honcho and the brains behind the operation.
The man gave her a cold smile and pulled out a folding metal chair that was behind the camera. He sat on the chair so that his chest could lay against the back of the chair. He rested his arms on the top and just stared at her. Claire just looked at him confused.
"Let me guess." Claire started. "You want some money from my father or something stupid."
The man just smiled. He never said a word.