Kidnapped
My face was covered and a gag wedged in between my lips, the sack over my head was itchy, only small streams of light coming through the woven material. The muffled voices I did hear gave me no indication of who these people were or why I was attacked and then thrown into the trunk of their car.
I had almost worked my way out of the ropes around my wrists when they pulled up somewhere and then dragged me into the building. I only knew I was inside because the sounds started to echo. I was dumped into a chair and the ropes retied.
Some time had passed since then and I was again trying to work my way out of the knots. I had to be careful, not making the movements too obvious. The sound of footsteps moving back and forth ahead of me told me they were watching me.
The sound of a cane clicking on the concrete floor made me freeze, it came closer until it stopped in front of me.
"Take it off."
The bag was ripped off my head, yanking on my hair. It took me a second to adjust to the light, my eyes finding the man before me and glaring at him. I had no idea who the Moroi was, dressed in a fine suit and with greys spreading through the sides of his hair.
He eyed me, "You're sure it's her?"
"Yes, sir." The guard behind him replied, dhampir. I scowled. There were about four of them in the room, guns displayed on their belts, a warning for me of what would happen if I didn't play nice.
The Moroi's mouth stretched into a chilling grin. "Abe Mazur's daughter, you are a hard person to get to." His gaze flicked down my body before meeting my eyes again, "I didn't believe it at first and yet here you are."
I inwardly sighed, of course, this had something to do with Abe. When I had spoken more to Dimitri about the fact Zmey was my father, he admitted he was concerned about what Abe's enemies might do with that information. But it was already too late to conceal it from the Moroi world.
The Moroi's hand surged forward, holding my chin in a surprisingly strong grip, all amusement left his face leaving only a cold look. "Your father has been quite the thorn in my side. I think torturing you and sending him your dead body should give him the message, don't you?"
I ripped my face out of his hand, pulling against my restrained with a growl. The Moroi stumbled back a little, giving me a small amount of satisfaction until I was pistoled whipped on the side of my face. I yelped, my body slumping to the side from the force, ears ringing.
"Take a picture of her and send it to him. I want him to know the consequences of his actions. And kill her slowly." The Moroi ordered, turning on his heel and walking away.
A hand fisted in the back of my hair, yanking me up so I was facing a polaroid camera. My right eye barely opened from the pain I felt from the hit. The flash as the photo was taken made me wince.
The guardian took it out, shaking it for a minute before looking at it with a smirk. "I think that will work." He flipped it around for the one behind me to see, both laughing at the sight.
I caught a glimpse, blood was already running down my face from the fresh blow, pain evident in my expression. Along with the bruises from my earlier fight were starting to show on my skin, the white material used as my gag stood out in contrast.
My heart clenched at my father seeing it. At Dimitri seeing it.
"This is going to be fun," The guardian commented. The dark look he sent me made me shrink back into the chair.
I needed to figure out a way to escape before I found out exactly what that look meant.
