"Where could they be, Jimmy? They were just here! It's not like somebody could've taken the two of them." Naomi was trying to place all of the puzzle pieces. Roman was gone, Valentina was gone, but nobody, not a single soul, saw them leave. Both of their things were gone from their locker rooms. The whole situation baffled Naomi.
Jimmy, her husband, rubbed her back in an attempt to calm her down. "I'm sure that they're either at a hospital or the hotel. They couldn't have made it that far. I mean, from what you're saying, they both pretty beat up. Don't worry, honey. We'll find them."
Naomi sank back into her man's muscled up chest. She got to thinking. "This shit don't add up. The Wyatts left a while before we even got to her, and nobody else got it out for them." Naomi flicked her nails, continuing to search her mind for an explanation. "We gotta check the tapes. The security tapes. Then, we gotta get the search crew back together."
"We ain't gonna let anybody hurt your girl, Trin," Jimmy said laughing. "We'll check those tapes as soon as we can. For now, just try to relax."
The inside of the trunk was snug. Being confined in small spaces was just one of Valentina's least favorite things. The bumps in the road made her feel sick; she could tell that they were far from the big city. If Valentina had to guess, the car was traveling on the backwoods roads, only cornfields surrounding it.
In a desperate attempt to lure any form of attention to herself, Valentina threw her body up and down, colliding with every ounce of the trunk's walls. She kept on moving, the only sound she heard was the muffled sound of the compact car's radio. The idea she had had to be working because the car came to a halt. One of the doors opened and closed. Suddenly, the trunk popped open with a figure standing over it, a dark, muscular figure.
"MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH," Valentina called through her tight gag. Roman leaned his face towards hers, clamping a hand over her already gagged mouth. She was now silenced. After about a minute or so, Roman slammed the trunk down. However, he never got back in the car. This fact made Valentina incredibly on edge. She tried once more to draw some sort of attention. The trunk then suddenly popped open again. Before she could process her thoughts, Roman pulled her up onto the concrete parking lot before them. He held her upright.
"You try to scream again and this will not be fun for either of us," Roman whispered into her right ear. Valentina responded only with a glare. Roman grabbed her right forearm, leading her towards a ratty motel. All Valentina could do is hop towards the door and pray. In an instance, with little thought, Valentuna tried to hop away from Roman's grip. "V, that's it. Get your ass over here."
Roman threw the woman onto his shoulder, rushing to their hotel room as she screamed. The moment he opened the door, Roman tossed Valentina on dingy bed. He closed and locked the door then took a seat next to Valentina. "So, this is how we had to do this. You had to be unreasonable, and now, you being treated like the child you are. Just don't give me anymore shit tonight, and I'll consider untying you."
Rolling her eyes in the direction opposite of Roman, Valentina look around the ratty motel room for something, anything, to get her out of this mess. There was a phone on the end table by her, which might come in handy later. She saw a glass vase placed in the bottom shelf of a built-in bookcase. That could definitely work. Suddenly, Roman grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him.
He started to speak with a dark, unsettling time in his voice. "Listen, I'm not happy about this either. Just try to bare with me and this won't be nearly as terrible as Wyatt's little party. Now, can I remove the gag without you screaming so that we can talk or do we need to wait a little while longer?"
Valentina stared blankly at him, a response that Roman took as she'd be quiet. Upon the gags removal, Roman walk across the room to grab a bottle of water he had brought with him for Valentina's throat. He was startled just after grabbing it by a female voice yelling.
"Help me! Help me, I'm being held hostage by a psychopath, and he's going to hurt me! Help me, please! HELP!" Roman ran over to her throwing the water down before placing the gag back in her mouth. She stopped screaming once he tightened it back like it was just moments ago. He picked up her petite body, placing it on a ramshackle wooden chair. He taped her torso to the back of the chair before she could wiggle her way off.
"You are a real bitch, you know that? I mean, for God's sake, you always act like such a little brat. Nothing is ever your fault and everything is about you. Are you too arrogant to see the fact I won't hurt you or are you too stupid?" Roman paused, taking a seat in the bed. He massaged his temples with his fingers, pressing his headache back to where it came from. He stood up, grabbing his wallet and keys. He looked directly at Valentina. "I'm going to go get a beer. I'll be back later. Don't get yourself in any trouble, got it?"
He slammed the door, leaving Valentina alone in a dark motel room with only her thoughts to comfort her. She had no way of escaping this hell.