Happy Birthday Shizuru!
Since it's her birthday I decided that this chapter would only follow her. Though, I don't think Shizuru would like the situation I put her in. :B
This is the first chapter where I did not write about Natsuki or Shizuka at all. o-o
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Kidnapped.
That she was, for certain. One minute she was walking to her car and the next, blinded and manhandled into a car. The rest after was a complete blur to her.
Now, here she was, with no knowledge of what had just transpired except the fact that she had been taken against her will. Why would she think so? Let us trace back to what she had gathered so far since she had awoken.
Was she taken by force and without permission? Check.
Has she no knowledge of where and why she is here? Check.
Is she unable to see or move her limbs? Check.
Is her mouth gagged? Check.
And this was why she had confirmed herself a victim of a sudden kidnapping. It was not something that was unexpected to happen considering who and how she was but it didn't lessen the severity of the situation. Usually she was very careful too. She was able to defend herself well with the lessons she had taken in self defense but somehow this time she was not able to prevent herself from being taken. Her guard must have been down at the time and she wondered why it ever was.
Who kidnapped her? Was it one of her many enemies who were bitter at her success? Or was it some deranged fan girl who has finally gone off the deep end? Either one seemed likely. She could get killed or at the very least 'touched' against her will. Cringing at the thought, her mind raced, thinking of a way out. She needed to get out of here – the faster the better.
Shizuru was never a coward. Not even when faced with a life threatening situation. It did not do well to panic when one was in trouble. So when the voice of her captor whispered into her ear, she managed to remain still and calm. Her suspicions were confirmed when a hand without hesitation caressed her cheek. It was one of her more notorious crazy fan girls, a stalker more like it, particularly named Tomoe and just the thought of her made her want to puke.
On a bed she was, made apparent by the rustle of sheets she could hear as Tomoe made herself comfortable next to her; so very much in close proximity.
Was she clothed?
Feeling the protective layers upon her body, she gave a mental sigh of relief. She was not naked in front of this madwoman. But she still felt uneasy as she could feel the body next to her; the heat prickling her skin.
Once again she felt the hand on her cheek. This time it was worse as she sensed the face of her captor inching closer, the breathing thundering through her ears like the dread building inside of her.
"Kyaa~ Shizuru-sama, you are so beautiful."
The green-haired monster squealed in delight, the lust in her voice barely concealed. It was a compliment she had gotten used to hearing but the way it was said made her skin crawl. Or was it by who it was said?
Stopping herself from flinching in disgust at her touch, she bit harder onto the gag in her mouth. She had to show that she was not perturbed or afraid. That she did not feel threatened one bit by this shackled state she was in. And that this was nothing to her. This was so that her captor did not feel empowered. Did not feel that she was in complete control.
"I'm so happy that we are finally together. I was waiting for this day to come."
The voice was getting nearer, the rushed breathing even louder. Hands went behind her head, untying the cloth which imprisoned her mouth.
She was going to kiss her!
Her eyes immediately went wide behind the blindfold, her mouth letting go of its hold. Feeling the face coming closer, she brashly pulled her head away, her actions causing her captor to miss her target. Still the moss persisted, getting up and grabbing both of her cheeks, forcing Shizuru to face her. Tomoe growled before trying once again to meet lips with lips but her strength had failed her for Shizuru was much stronger, pulling her head away once more with force, this time forcing Tomoe to lose balance and hit her head on the headboard of the bed. Rubbing her head in frustration, she frowned.
"You don't want to kiss me, my love?"
"No. And don't call me that, we are not lovers or whatever your head got you into thinking."
"But you love me. You just haven't realized it yet."
The hands went through her hair, caressing it. She felt like retching, the sickening feeling building up in her stomach. This woman was delusional.
"I know! You just need to get to know me better and then you will realize how much you love me!"
I was still fully clothed. What a relief. Apparently, she has no intention to bed me yet, wanting to take it slow. This gives me time to escape before I have to let my body be touched by her disgusting hands. I do like my fair share of women but in no way was I going to let that woman have her way with me. I choose who I have fun with not the other way around. And she certainly is not to my taste. I like my women nice and pretty not crazy and delusional. She is insane enough to stalk and kidnap me. Now if that wasn't a sign that she should be avoided at all cost, I don't know what is.
She left me alone in the room, telling me that she had to go somewhere. Giving me a kiss on the cheek (which I inwardly blanched at by the way), she said "Do not worry, my love. I'll be back from my trip soon". Mentally blocking her 'sweet' talk, I focused on the part about her possibly leaving this house.
Just my luck, thank heavens, from a distance away I could hear the sound of a car starting up and moving out of a driveway. This gives me an opportunity to search my surroundings for an escape.
First things first, I needed to get out of this blindfold. Fortunately, she tied my hands in the front and not at the back so I was able to lift my hands toward my face. Pulling the blindfold down, I was finally given the chance to take a look at where I am. A small room with wooden walls which I think is a bedroom if the bed was any indication. The room was dim, the view outside through the window showing the first few signs of the sun setting, the rays slowly fading away into the distance. It was soon to be night which probably makes it roughly four hours since I was taken. Noticing the window, I tried to calculate how big it was and if my torso could fit through it. That however, was impossible for it was far too small; not being able to let my shoulders pass because of the metal bars separating the windows into four equal parts. Not to mention, the shards of glass I would have to endure to free myself. I had to find another way.
With my hands tied I couldn't free myself of the bind on my ankles. She had tied them pretty well as my legs could barely pull apart. I guess she would probably have to untie them when she wanted to have her way with me because I think she would have a hard time placing a hand between them at the moment, objectively speaking.
It was a good thing I was on the bed. I just have to dangle my legs off the side of the bed and already I can stand up. From my position, I dragged my body in a worm-like manner towards the edge. When my feet touched the floor, I lifted myself off the bed by standing on my feet. Now, finally being able to stand, I hopped about the room looking for anything that might help me.
It turns out Tomoe had barely furnished the room except for a few basic items such as a bed, a chair and a table. The room was mostly empty. It seems that I have no other choice but to break the window.
Dragging the chair closer to the only window in the room, I made my way slowly, careful to not trip at the binds on my legs. Gathering all my strength and keeping my balance, I swung the chair at the window with full force, shattering it to pieces and leaving jagged shards sticking out from the frame. Releasing the chair onto the floor, I went around and climbed on top of it, kneeling. Carefully I lowered my hands, positioning a glass shard between them and with the motion of a woodpecker, shoved my hands back and forth so that its sharp edge would cut through my bonds. Luckily, she did not use metal cuffs. Metal would be hard to cut through.
Free from my restraints, I flexed my hands, trying to get the feeling in them. Blood rushed to my fingers, painting them pink with warmth. I then grabbed at the bonds on my legs, getting around the knot holding them together. She had tied them tight there. Tugging forcefully, I loosened the knot and my legs were free. Swinging them of the edge of the chair in triumph, I decided my next move.
Would she lock the bedroom door when I am fully restrained?
Leaning my ear upon the door, I try to listen for any activity going on behind it. You can't be too sure. I don't think I heard any sounds of the car coming back from its journey. But what if she had accomplices? I'll just have to see for myself then.
Turning the knob in my hands, I found that indeed it was not locked. She must have thought that I wouldn't try to escape. Opening the door wide enough for my eyes to peek through, I saw no person at all guarding me so I slipped passed the door and took a good look around.
It looked like any other house with a living room, a dining room and a kitchen. The bathroom was next to the bedroom. Sadly, the whole house was practically empty like it was recently purchased and the tenants hadn't even moved in yet. Did she not live here at all? There was little food in the fridge, all still in their packaging and unopened. No working phone either. Figures.
Stumbling across the front door, I approached with no expectation. She wouldn't leave it open like the bedroom. I mean the bedroom was fine because she thought I wouldn't escape but the front door is an entirely different issue. She wouldn't want burglars entering her house, now would she?
Just as I suspected, the door failed to open. The lock worked both ways so I needed a key if I wanted it unlocked and the door looked solid so trying to kick it down would be a wasted effort. Looking to all the windows, I get the same answer; there was no way I could get out from here.
It was beginning to darken considerably outside; the woods giving off an eerie atmosphere. I could hear the chirp of cicadas as night enveloped the area. The house was dark for I fear that turning on the lights would alert my captor when she came back. Sitting on the couch in the living room, I awaited her. She held the only way I could get out. Without any tools at my disposal, I can only try my luck and attack her.
A flash of lights caught my eyes from the window and the sound of an engine followed after, masking the pleasant sounds of the night activity going on in the woods. Quickly making my way to the door in complete darkness, I waited for my chance to pounce on her like a lioness, my stiletto in hand as the only weapon I could wield against my enemy. I hope it'll be enough to stab her but that is just my wishful thinking. Maybe I'll try gouge her eyes, that might work.
My heart was beating erratically, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Slowing my breathing, I was careful to keep silent. I can't risk her suspecting my whereabouts; I need her to be caught off the guard so I could get an advantage. I had the element of surprise in my hands.
A 'click' sound reached her ears and the knob turned in place. The kidnapper was coming in! Once the head of green popped out from behind the door, she stuck her foot out, tripping the unsuspecting enemy. Not only did her opponent fall to the floor but several objects dropped from her hands as well, all with a different sound of its own. She didn't anticipate this as she went to her opponent, ready to take the first strike with her hot red 5 inch heels. When her foot took a step, she slipped on something and struggled to keep herself upright.
Steadying herself, she was ready to strike again but Tomoe had already recovered and grabbed the switch, lighting the whole room. When grey eyes fell upon Shizuru, rage engulfed the moss-haired individual.
"What are you doing out here!" Tomoe screamed at her, so loud it almost made her flinch.
"You can't keep me in here. I'm going back," calmly she stated, her eyes glaring her down and her hand clutching tightly onto her shoe with anger.
"I'm not letting you escape. You belong to me and no one else!"
Screaming once again, Tomoe jumped at her, trying to get a hold of her hands. She quickly sidestepped and kicked her. It was enough to make her cry in pain and hold onto her aching limb.
"I belong to no one. Especially not to you, Tomoe," she said with venom, hitting the assailants face with her shoe.
Tomoe screamed in agony from her attacks, her hands flailing to try and get the shoe off. As Shizuru spun around to try and run off, Tomoe managed to seize her wrist and clenched tightly. Facing her captor once more, she kicked her hard in the shin and felt the grip loosen. She took this opportunity to run into the forest, Tomoe hot on her trail. But it wouldn't be long for the vegetable head to lose sight of her as the foliage provided a perfect cover under the night sky.
And she ran as far as she could, with only the moon as her source of light.
Cold. I hadn't expect the night to be so cold. The rain felt like it was pelting down on me with ice cubes. Contrary to my earlier thoughts, trees weren't as good for a cover under the heavy rain as they were in shielding the Sun; at the very least not the trees around here. Rain drops just seem to be able to squeeze through the leaves and attack me. The winds are freezing cold under this condition and it made me thought of how much I wanted to be at home right now, curled under the covers in my safe and warm bed.
Oh, how badly I wanted to sleep.
But this is neither the time nor the place. I need to find a shelter against this rain. It's hard navigating around in this darkness but if I planned on surviving at all, I will have to push on. Also, I don't think Tomoe would dare look for me in the dark so I would have to take this opportunity to put as much distance between us as possible.
After what felt like hours of carefully placed steps, I finally stumbled upon a cave; unhurt except for a few scratches and also unfortunately, extremely wet for I was unprotected from the unforgiving rain during my trek. It seemed like the further I walked, the heavier it poured down on me; each strike a piece of ice upon my skin, draining me of my strength. The entire incident was physically and mentally exhausting and I felt my urge to drink tea overwhelm me- an automatic response to my already overused nerves of steel.
I could feel my vision going hazy as the weight of the day's events crashed down on me. I am far too tired to take another step as I curl up like a ball against the cave wall with the sound of the rain (which I once thought of as my enemy but later refuted the thought for it was silly), lulling me to sleep. And when my vision blackens to that dark unknown universe, I am left with one thought before I succumb completely.
Will I be okay tomorrow?