Chapter 3
The next evening, Sydney was dressed in a horrific outfit, but she was used to it by now. High heels, white mini skirt, and a white low-cut tank top. She wore a strawberry blond wig. Sydney thought she looked ready to walk the streets. The situation was so ridiculous she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. Her father was being held in another room, and she was not allowed to see him. She worried, despite Sark's assurances that he was unharmed.
Sydney thought Sark chose the white outfit to make her look innocent and pure, but when she held it up questioningly, he said very business-like, "To show off your curves." Sydney scowled, but blushed to hear of Sark thinking about, and mentioning, her curves. She was left alone to change, but she suspected the room had surveillance, and she moved rigidly, self- conscious with the thought of Sark watching. I'm his hostage, pretending to be his hostage, came the ironic thought.
Not long after she finished, Sark came in.
"These are trick handcuffs. Press here, and they'll release," he said showing her. Remove them after Mr. Kay brings you to his room. This," he explained, indicating a needle filled with a clear liquid, "will render Mr. Kay unconscious. I'm sure you know what to do with it."
"Use this," Sark continued, as he held up a small black object, "to open the safe. Press here, and it will cause a small explosion. No one will hear, Mr. Kay's bedroom door is soundproof. Then exit quickly via the balcony."
Sydney raised her chin, her eyes hard. Holding Sark's eyes, she hid the needle in the back of her skirt and slid the explosive device down her shirt, hiding it in her cleavage. She was trying to be bold- it was almost a challenge of some sort to gain the upper hand and Sark stifled a smirk.
"I'm afraid I'll have to blindfold you again before we get there." Sark said, not wanting Sydney to gather any information about his operations as they exited. With her father hostage, there was no need for anything else. She allowed him to cover her eyes.
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They arrived at the party at ten o'clock. Sark explained that it was the only time he could slip out unnoticed quickly, after delivering her. Mr. Kay had parties weekly, so it was not uncommon for him to conduct business during them.
"Ready?" Sark asked.
"Ready." Sydney confirmed.
He led her out of the limousine, handcuffed, and gagged, with his gun on her, to the back door of Mr. Kay's estate. They met with Mr. Kay's bodyguards, who brought them up to a sitting room on the second floor. Sark shoved Sydney roughly down into the chair beside him. For show, of course, but Sydney suspected he enjoyed it. It was not long before Mr. Kay arrived. He looked about forty-five, of average height, with light brown hair.
"Mr. Sark," he greeted. "What have you brought me?" he asked, eyes resting on Sydney.
"Just something I picked up on my travels. She has no family, no friends, no one to miss her."
Mr. Kay made his way over to Sydney, cupped her chin and raised her head, looking her over.
"I'll take her. You can work out the price with my man, Roland," he indicated a man to his left and Sark thought he looked as if to leave the room.
"Wouldn't you like to take her now?" Sark asked, eyes glowing. "I can assure you she's exquisite." Sark ran his hand very slowly up Sydney's thigh and she didn't need to fake a reaction as everyone in the room watched her. Involuntarily, her posture went rigid. She drew in her breath and shuddered. His touch was electric as his fingers grazed slowly upward, so close to her most private area. She never imagined feeling Sark's touch like that. He had touched her thigh before, back in his compound, but that was over her heavy fatigues. This was on bare skin, and his fingers were so close, so close to... she shook her mind clear as he abruptly withdrew his hand, but the skin he touched still burned.
Sark looked into Sydney's eyes for split second and she saw his grin from her reaction. You're really enjoying this you bastard, aren't you? Sydney thought.
Mr. Kay smiled and advanced. "Perhaps I will. My guests can wait." He turned to one of his bodyguards, "Bring her up. I'll be there momentarily."
"Mr. Sark," he spoke with a nod, taking his leave. He nodded again to Roland, indicating they should negotiate.
Sydney was led up to the third floor. She couldn't help but wonder what price for her Sark would require. She guessed settling a price beforehand didn't matter. If negotiations didn't work out, she would have only had sex with Mr. Kay, and Sark could take her back. No loss there for Mr. Sark.
She was placed on the bed in Mr. Kay's quarters, as expected. She saw the safe, wedged between an ornate dresser and the wall, unhidden. He must be either bold or stupid, she reasoned. Mr. Kay's guards watched her until he came in, about ten agonizing minutes later.
The guards departed as he entered the room, visibly excited. Sydney made a face of disgust. She wasted no time getting started. Her heart was beating a bit faster, as usual before any danger. She released her cuffs and withdrew the long, thin needle. As soon as Mr. Kay came close, she stuck it into his neck. He was asleep in seconds.
Sydney moved quickly. First she slid down her gag. Then she opened the safe, removed the disks, stuffed them into her top, and ran to the window.
There was no balcony! She looked down and saw balcony was on the second floor, directly below her. Sydney threw her shoes to the ground, three stories down, and climbed out of the window. She hung straight down, letting her feet reach as close to the balcony below as she could before letting go. She landed with cat-like precision.
Now for the big drop. She repeated the same motion, sliding herself over the edge, holding on with her fingers, and then let go.
Before she hit the ground, someone caught her. Panic rose in her, until she heard Sark's voice in a low whisper close to her ear, "Relax, Ms. Bristow. You looked like you could use help." He said, holding her tightly.
At the sound of his voice Sydney felt the same sensation inside as when he captured her- a sort of flip in her stomach. "I don't need your help and relaxing around you would be utter stupidity on my part." She retorted and freed herself from his hold. Sark shrugged.
"Do you have what we came for?" He asked.
She nodded. "Good. Let's run. The car is down there," he turned toward the gates. Sydney ran barefoot, knowing she couldn't manage as well on the stilettos, amazed at Sark's ability to slip out so quickly. They reached the car in less than a minute.
The next evening, Sydney was dressed in a horrific outfit, but she was used to it by now. High heels, white mini skirt, and a white low-cut tank top. She wore a strawberry blond wig. Sydney thought she looked ready to walk the streets. The situation was so ridiculous she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. Her father was being held in another room, and she was not allowed to see him. She worried, despite Sark's assurances that he was unharmed.
Sydney thought Sark chose the white outfit to make her look innocent and pure, but when she held it up questioningly, he said very business-like, "To show off your curves." Sydney scowled, but blushed to hear of Sark thinking about, and mentioning, her curves. She was left alone to change, but she suspected the room had surveillance, and she moved rigidly, self- conscious with the thought of Sark watching. I'm his hostage, pretending to be his hostage, came the ironic thought.
Not long after she finished, Sark came in.
"These are trick handcuffs. Press here, and they'll release," he said showing her. Remove them after Mr. Kay brings you to his room. This," he explained, indicating a needle filled with a clear liquid, "will render Mr. Kay unconscious. I'm sure you know what to do with it."
"Use this," Sark continued, as he held up a small black object, "to open the safe. Press here, and it will cause a small explosion. No one will hear, Mr. Kay's bedroom door is soundproof. Then exit quickly via the balcony."
Sydney raised her chin, her eyes hard. Holding Sark's eyes, she hid the needle in the back of her skirt and slid the explosive device down her shirt, hiding it in her cleavage. She was trying to be bold- it was almost a challenge of some sort to gain the upper hand and Sark stifled a smirk.
"I'm afraid I'll have to blindfold you again before we get there." Sark said, not wanting Sydney to gather any information about his operations as they exited. With her father hostage, there was no need for anything else. She allowed him to cover her eyes.
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They arrived at the party at ten o'clock. Sark explained that it was the only time he could slip out unnoticed quickly, after delivering her. Mr. Kay had parties weekly, so it was not uncommon for him to conduct business during them.
"Ready?" Sark asked.
"Ready." Sydney confirmed.
He led her out of the limousine, handcuffed, and gagged, with his gun on her, to the back door of Mr. Kay's estate. They met with Mr. Kay's bodyguards, who brought them up to a sitting room on the second floor. Sark shoved Sydney roughly down into the chair beside him. For show, of course, but Sydney suspected he enjoyed it. It was not long before Mr. Kay arrived. He looked about forty-five, of average height, with light brown hair.
"Mr. Sark," he greeted. "What have you brought me?" he asked, eyes resting on Sydney.
"Just something I picked up on my travels. She has no family, no friends, no one to miss her."
Mr. Kay made his way over to Sydney, cupped her chin and raised her head, looking her over.
"I'll take her. You can work out the price with my man, Roland," he indicated a man to his left and Sark thought he looked as if to leave the room.
"Wouldn't you like to take her now?" Sark asked, eyes glowing. "I can assure you she's exquisite." Sark ran his hand very slowly up Sydney's thigh and she didn't need to fake a reaction as everyone in the room watched her. Involuntarily, her posture went rigid. She drew in her breath and shuddered. His touch was electric as his fingers grazed slowly upward, so close to her most private area. She never imagined feeling Sark's touch like that. He had touched her thigh before, back in his compound, but that was over her heavy fatigues. This was on bare skin, and his fingers were so close, so close to... she shook her mind clear as he abruptly withdrew his hand, but the skin he touched still burned.
Sark looked into Sydney's eyes for split second and she saw his grin from her reaction. You're really enjoying this you bastard, aren't you? Sydney thought.
Mr. Kay smiled and advanced. "Perhaps I will. My guests can wait." He turned to one of his bodyguards, "Bring her up. I'll be there momentarily."
"Mr. Sark," he spoke with a nod, taking his leave. He nodded again to Roland, indicating they should negotiate.
Sydney was led up to the third floor. She couldn't help but wonder what price for her Sark would require. She guessed settling a price beforehand didn't matter. If negotiations didn't work out, she would have only had sex with Mr. Kay, and Sark could take her back. No loss there for Mr. Sark.
She was placed on the bed in Mr. Kay's quarters, as expected. She saw the safe, wedged between an ornate dresser and the wall, unhidden. He must be either bold or stupid, she reasoned. Mr. Kay's guards watched her until he came in, about ten agonizing minutes later.
The guards departed as he entered the room, visibly excited. Sydney made a face of disgust. She wasted no time getting started. Her heart was beating a bit faster, as usual before any danger. She released her cuffs and withdrew the long, thin needle. As soon as Mr. Kay came close, she stuck it into his neck. He was asleep in seconds.
Sydney moved quickly. First she slid down her gag. Then she opened the safe, removed the disks, stuffed them into her top, and ran to the window.
There was no balcony! She looked down and saw balcony was on the second floor, directly below her. Sydney threw her shoes to the ground, three stories down, and climbed out of the window. She hung straight down, letting her feet reach as close to the balcony below as she could before letting go. She landed with cat-like precision.
Now for the big drop. She repeated the same motion, sliding herself over the edge, holding on with her fingers, and then let go.
Before she hit the ground, someone caught her. Panic rose in her, until she heard Sark's voice in a low whisper close to her ear, "Relax, Ms. Bristow. You looked like you could use help." He said, holding her tightly.
At the sound of his voice Sydney felt the same sensation inside as when he captured her- a sort of flip in her stomach. "I don't need your help and relaxing around you would be utter stupidity on my part." She retorted and freed herself from his hold. Sark shrugged.
"Do you have what we came for?" He asked.
She nodded. "Good. Let's run. The car is down there," he turned toward the gates. Sydney ran barefoot, knowing she couldn't manage as well on the stilettos, amazed at Sark's ability to slip out so quickly. They reached the car in less than a minute.