Chapter 21: Intentions revealed

The ominous sound of the closing door rang in Ren's ears. For her, the sound pretty much sealed her fate.

Will stood there for a moment, the smile still plastered on his face. "Nap time's over, Ren," he said. His deep voice sent an uncontrollable shiver down her spines.

"Somebody, help!" She shouted at the top of her lungs.

He suddenly burst out laughing. "I wouldn't bother shouting, if I were you. No one's really going to hear you in here."

She tried to study her surroundings. They seemed to be inside some sort of restaurant, or something. There were a few tables and some chairs by the corner. There were also a lot boxes all over the place. The place was stuffy, slightly covered with dust.

"As you can see, the place is still undergoing some repairs. I don't think people will be coming here any time soon."

"You'll never get away with this!" Ren said, putting up a brave front.

Slowly, he made his way towards her. Each step he made echoed throughout the place. "It's nothing personal, really," Will said with a smirk. "But a bet is a bet, and I really hate to lose."  

"A bet?" She echoed him. "All of this is just because of some stupid bet?!" She could not believe what she was hearing. He's doing all this just for a bet?

He stopped a few feet in front of her and stood there for a moment.

"You don't understand. An opportunity like this is hard to come by." He gave her a silly smile.

Ren tried to scramble away from him, which was almost made impossible by the strong rope that bound both her hands and feet. She managed to sit up. His menacing figure was enough to send her shaking.

Crouching down, he cupped her face in his hand. "Don't worry Ren, I'll be as gentle as I can be. Who knows, you might enjoy it yourself." He chuckled at his own remarks.

For the first time since the two of them met, Ren was finally seeing Will's true self. She felt a tinge of anger. Breathing heavily, she tried to focus on that anger. Ren figured that if she wanted to fight back Will, she's going to need all the anger she could muster.

"You sick bastard!" she furiously exclaimed.

What happened next was so fast that Ren never even saw it coming. Will's fist appeared from nowhere and hit her with a backhand, really hard.

Ren's head snapped back as she fell on the floor. The blow sent her jaw shut tight.

"Tsk, tsk, there's no need to get all bitchy, especially with me." Will gave her an reprimanding look. "I don't take criticisms very well."

The punch was so strong that she actually tasted blood in her mouth. For a few seconds she laid there, coughing out the blood.

Will grabbed her by the shoulders and put her right up. "Now look what you made me do," he said, holding her face again.

Ren angrily jerked her head away. She glared at him with pure hatred in her eyes.

Will made a move to wipe her mouth, but Ren stubbornly refused.

He held up his hands. "Hey, we could do this the easy way or the hard way, Ren," Will said with a shrug. "It's your choice, but I suggest we do this the easy way. It's better, for both of us."

Will took out a knife from his back pocket.

All the blood drained from Ren's face. Her heart must have skipped a beat or two or twenty, because her chest started to hurt.

He saw the expression on her face and laughed. "What? I'm not going to use this on you, if that's what you're thinking!" Will leaned closer and cut the rope that was binding her feet. "Now that's better," he said with a devilish grin. He started to run his hands up and down her legs.

Again, he brought out something from his pocket. This time, it was small digital camera. "Just something to show to the guys. You know, evidence, just in case they don't want to believe me." He reasoned. "How about a little smile there, huh?"

Ren blinked hard as the camera suddenly flashed in her face. A few more clicks later and he finally looped the strap on his left arm.

Will leaned in closer, smiling mischievously at her. His face was inches in front of her when, all of a sudden, Ren slammed her head to his face. As Will fell back, she used the opportunity to give him a powerful kick.

Ren breathed heavily, fully aware of the pounding pain in her head. She made a mistake and over calculated the force of her blows. It left her with little strength to try and get away.

"Why you little BITCH!" Will exclaimed. He clutched his nose with his hands, and bent down in pain. The camera on his arm was thrown across the room.

Standing up, Will tried to shake of the pain. There was a trickle of blood coming from his nose.

"You want it the hard way, then. It's fine by me," Will said, wiping the blood off.

For the first time in her life, Ren felt something she had never felt before: the feeling sheer terror.

He was utterly livid with anger. The vicious look on his eyes absolutely frightened her.

Ren body shook hard as she waited for his move.

Will grabbed her with a quick swoop. In one powerful stroke he hurled her, sending her flying across the room. "See, I told you anything is fine by me."

Ren landed with a loud thud and crashed against the tables. The impact of the fall jolted her – every inch of her body ached in pain. She just lay there, gasping for air.

She barely had time to gather her thoughts and already Will was looming in front of her.

Like a piece of rag doll, he hoisted her up. "I could do this all day if you want, or until you're ready. Again, your pick. Just tell me when to stop so we could get on it."

Ren tried to blink away the tears that were starting to fall down her cheeks.

Will smiled at her like a maniac. "Don't worry, we have all the time we need."

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Louis was speeding down the highway like a madman. Craning his neck to look for any signs of a police patrol, he stepped on the gas pedal. He was shooting down the road at almost seventy miles per hour.

"Come on, come on," he muttered to himself. Louis kept his eyes trained on the road.

He tried to clear his mind, and swallowed back the knot that started to form in his throat. Instead, he thought of a thousand possible scenarios on what to do with Will once he laid a finger on Ren. And each one would end with him beating the pulp out of Will – that, he was sure of. Never mind that the guy's twenty pounds heavier than him.

Louis' grip on the steering wheel tightened. His plan was simple: get in, get Ren, and get out. How hard could that actually be?