Chapter 9 UNFRUITFUL ATTEMPT

"But I am thirsty!" I add, boldly, like a bitch who just lost her cool. "I am thirsty for answers. Why did you kidnap me? Who are you? Why do you know so much about those people and that place? And what do you want from me?" I rant.

He emits a bittersweet smirk that does not last even a second before he assumes his cold expression again. He scoffs, "Kidnap?" He takes a step toward me, and I maintain my ground. Fear is a luxury that I should avoid in this pressing, desperate situation. "It was your cheating boyfriend who had you kidnapped and was about to sell you off to only God knows what kind of sex maniac as a slave. I rescued you, and this is how you talk to me?"

I lean back, astounded, cocking my head to the side.

Sold?

Slave?

He even knows about me being kidnapped, huh? Everything, for that matter. I think I can presume that at this point. I mean, he was even aware that it was my boyfriend who had me kidnapped.

He knows too much. He knows more than I could have imagined. He is deeply connected. How does he know all that? "You are one of them," I remark, searching through his cold face. "You are no different from them," I murmur, eyeing the two guns on the bed.

I wish I could take hold of one and use it to break free from this man. I cannot afford to be in this kind of situation. My sister is waiting for me to find her out there. To find and rescue her. I can't allow myself to become a captive of these goons. I should try to make an effort to take action to rescue myself. At least for my sister's sake. I will not forgive myself if anything bad happens to her.

I have no one to help me but myself. I should try to help myself out of this situation.

"You will be dead by the time your fingers brush on that gun if you go on with your stupid plan in your head right now!" He warns, as if reading my mind. Well, that is the nature of criminals, right? They are sharp-witted jerks who can fathom even where exactly you are going to plant your next step or where you will first point your gun at at.

I let out a deep breath and turned my gaze back to him. "Just let me go, please. I beg you," I plead.

He tilts his head to the side, showing no signs of sympathy. Well, jerks like him have no empathy for anyone. Only when they witness the culprits wallowing in despair do criminals get thrilled. "And where exactly will you go?" He asks as if I have no place at all in this world. Or don't I?

"That is not your business. I..."

"It is my fucking business!" He closes the distance between us with a growl, raging like a riled-up, mad beast. I suppress my need to speak, but I still can't let this man win. "You became my business the moment you fell in my arms. And where do you suppose you will go when you have your very own fucking lover chasing after you to silence you?"

That was a bitter mockery, or maybe not. As it is, I cannot go back to my house because I am sure Daniel and his whore are fuming mad right now after learning that I slipped out of them. That will be the first place they search for me. And they know that I have nowhere else to go but my house. Seems like I don't even have a home now, huh? But, wouldn't it be better to just wander on the streets than be with a devil who I know nothing about? Of what good to me is he?

"Are you back to your senses now?" He startles me, sounding like he knows my exact situation.

There is one thing about him that is certain, though. He knows something. He has far too much knowledge about these individuals, particularly Daniel, who is a key player in my sister's and my case. I would love to know what more he knows. He's not responding to my questions, though, in the way I would like. He even wants me to stop asking stupid questions.

"I want to leave. Just let me be." Yeah, that is the best he can do if he can't answe my questions and if he is not in cahoots with my enemies.

His eyes turn red, perhaps telling me that he does not like my guts because my words were not soft. I feel like smashing his head with a hammer right now for complicating my already complicated situation. I should perhaps follow my mind and try to get a hold of the gun. Having him at gunpoint would surely secure my freedom, but on a wiser note, for someone who has never dealt with criminals, it might as well be a straight ticket for me to the afterlife.

Trash that idea! I don't want to die at this time. I have a lot to accomplish.

"And I ask again, where will you go?" He speaks.

"Anywhere. Wherever, as long as I am not with a strange criminal. I will go where I would be right now if you did not catch me," I say, and he laughs really hard, slamming on the bed.

He flares up into hysterical laughter.

All he just does for the longest moment is chuckle, taking breaks in between to scrutinize my face before starting up his irritating laughter again and wriggling his head incessantly as though I had just uttered the comical nonsense of the century. I have never felt the level of rage I am experiencing right now. How dare he laugh at me? What is so amusing in my do-or-die situation for him to laugh like this?

I swear, I want to kill him. I want to kill them all! Daniel and his whore, and this bastard too!