Abducted
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Chapter 3
I half walked and jumped as the scarier of the two captors I knew of practically dragged me by one hand through different spaces and areas. I had walked up and down stairs, dragged down different paths and corridors. I started to wonder if maybe this was a prank. Maybe someone was playing a mean trick on me. Yeah, this couldn't actually be happening.
I was suddenly pushed into a small room and someone from behind forced me onto a metal chair. I was handed a cell phone by the man with the Southern accent. I took it nervously since whoever was behind me was squeezing my shoulders.
"He…Hello," I stuttered, fresh tears forming in my eyes.
Please let this be a nightmare. I'll do anything God, just let this be a dream and wake me up.
"Trixie, honey?" Mr. Tang asked.
I froze in shock. My father's voice sounded so small and frightened. Definitely not normal.
"Dad I…I don't understand," I said unable to keep back tears, "what's happening?" I asked him, "what's this about a ransom?"
"Listen darling," Mr. Tang said carefully, "I need to ask you a personal question," he told me, "I promise, it's just to make of something."
I looked at the southern man to see he had a duplicate cell phone. He nodded an okay to me.
"Go ahead," I accepted.
"What embarrassing thing happened your last 'Time of the Month'?" Mr. Tang asked.
"Dad!" I shrieked and heard chortles of laughter, "ask something else," I said.
"Sorry but no," Mr. Tang refused, "it's the only way I'll know for sure," he coaxed.
"Our dog got to my back up supply of Tampons and took them all to the middle of the road," I revealed.
The room broke out in raucous laughter. I wanted to crawl under a rock and die.
"You men are a bunch of cowards!" Mr. Tang exploded, "how dare you kidnap a defenceless girl then laugh at her expense!"
I thought my shoulders would shatter with the sudden tightened hold they received.
"Tell your father to watch his temper," the person squeezing my shoulders said and I was shocked to realize it was familiar.
"Daddy," I said tearfully, "please don't get mad, I think they might really hurt me," I told him.
The line went silent for a moment. I clung to the cell like a lifeline.
"Okay, honey," Mr. Tang said, "let me talk to Mr. Tough."
"Mr. who?" I asked confused.
"Did he ask for Mr. T?" the man with the southern accent asked, "you can call me Mr. Bayou," he added.
"Mr. B?" I suggested and he nodded, "yes my father asked for Mr. Tough."
"He wants you," Mr. B said and I saw the same tall man I was terrified of walk up and grab the phone.
"Wait…um bye dad," I said quickly before the phone was too far from my face.
"Sit back," the man behind me snapped and forced me to sit still.
"Mr. Tang," Mr. Tough said as I broke into sobs, "don't worry about that noise do we have a deal?" he asked, "a week, why would we wait a week for ten million dollars from a man like you?" he demanded, "two days or else, you better not have called the feds," he said, "two days from now, 10 pm at the new Dimmadome Shopping Mall's west parking lot, ok bye."
I watched him hang up and put the cell phone in his back pocket. I would be back to my normal life in two days. It seemed so unbelievable that I went from a mansion to a crate and in less than a week I'll be lazing in my family mansion again. I wiped my eyes and tried to smile.
"When do we get the money?" Mr. B asked.
"Today," Mr. Tough said simply and my smile faltered.
Today? But he told my father two days? Is he going to call my dad back while I'm not around?
"Today but…." the man behind me started.
"He's compromised," Mr. Tough said roughly, "a week for money from a practical billionaire?" he asked angrily, "fed's way of checking and arranging routes so we get captured," he told them and my heart sank, "I aint going to jail, even if we have to cut down the money," he added.
"Wait…" I tried to jump in but the man behind me forced me back and threatened to rip my spine out, "I'll behave," I said quickly never expecting to fear anyone more than Mr. Tough.
But I know that voice. Where did I hear it before? I know it was back when…
A voice suddenly broke my train of thought.
"Cut down…" Mr. B jumped in sounding angry.
"You guys will get an immediate cut," Mr. Tough interrupted, "I'm in it for the long haul," he said and suddenly started grinning.
"What's up?" Mr. B sounded suspicious.
"What are you, her babysitter?" Mr. Tough demanded.
Mr. B looked at me. I looked at him pleadingly; I was so scared of what would happen now that Mr. Tough wasn't going to deal with my dad. How would he make money? Mr. B looked at me sadly. Then he turned away.
"She's not worth anything beyond money," Mr. B said quietly, "do what you want," he said and left the room.
I watched him leave feeling completely terrified. If he was upset something must be wrong.
Oh God I'm gonna die. I've seen the movies, oh God.
"Hey," Mr. Tough said causing me to jump, "we hawked the blouse and watch but you can get back your pants and shoes," he said to me, "I'll get you a new top and make you look real nice, what do you think of that?" he asked me almost kindly.
"Um, ok," I said carefully.
A chance to look nice…I guess I can take that. How can it go wrong?
End Chapter 3
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