Chapter 103
Bailey’s pov
It was getting late, dark and I knew my parents didn’t need to worry about another kid right now. I fished out my phone and texted mom that I was fine and would be home in a second. My eyes caught their many missed calls, and I bit my lip, hoping I had not worried them too much.
I caught other missed calls from Kaleb and Mirabella too, but, I couldn’t bring myself to text back. I wasn’t sure how I could break it to them that my life was falling apart. That if my sister was in pain, then that meant I was in pain too.
And if something happened to her, I swallowed. Then something happened to me too.
The park
was empty now, everyone had already gone home. I peeled away from the swing, my bum a bit numb from sitting on it for hours. My throat was achy from crying and I cleared it, picking up my bag.
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And that’s when I heard it, or better yet felt it behind me. I am about to whirl around, but I am too late as a huge hand clamp around my lower face with a rag. My eyes widen as they roughly pull me to them, and I opened my mouth to scream but couldn’t.
I thrash, my hands reaching to scratch at their face, my nails scrapping against the skin but still, the person wouldn’t let me go. Clamping an arm around my middle they began to drag me, grunting.
My heart pounds and tears prick my eyes when I realize I am getting kidnapped. I tried to not breathe in the smell of the rag they held over my nose since I have watched many thriller movies with Mira, but soon my lungs burned for air and I could no longer hold off unless I want to die.
So I took in a lungful of air, crying as I knew that now I had lost the fight.
My vision began to blur, the familiar park now morphing into a sinister scenery of shadows that made panic surge inside me. Fear clenched its ugly fingers around my rapidly beating heart and I whimper, trying to fight off whoever this was.
The more I fought, the quicker I am succumbing to the effects of whatever was in that rag. My body is swiftly getting heavy and my limbs no longer feel responsive. The world around me soon turns dark and cold.
I woke up with a pinch of pain in my neck, my limbs felt extremely achy. I groaned and it came out muffled as my mouth was stuffed with something and there was a tape over my lips, keeping my mouth shut.
I am aware of being on what feels like a wooden uncomfortable chair, my wrists tied behind and my ankles were also bound to the legs of the chair, making it impossible to move.
I gagged, lifting my head, peeling my eyes open even though I knew it would be not possible to see anything since my eyes were blinded by a material tied over them.
Panic surged through me and fear gnawed at my mind, willing me to find a way out of this. I wiggled, whimpering low in my throat when the rope bit into my flesh.
Tears soaked the cloth covering my eyes and the nasty taste of whatever was in my mouth makes me gag. The more I tug at the rope, the more it bites into my skin. Helplessness starts to creep into my chest.
There’s a scent of dirt, old wood, and mucky water around me, choking my lungs and causing me to feel nauseous, Where am I? Who took me? What is happening?
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Chapter 103
Brief flashes of my fingers piercing through glass, the note, and everything leading to this moment made me realize, I had never been in the clear and whoever the stalker was, was just waiting for the right moment to strike. And I gave them that tonight.
Alone at a park, dark out, I really did give them the best opportunity. I cried, struggling more against the binds until I heard heavy- footfalls coming down what 1 presume was creaky wood. I am downstairs. Somewhere downstairs.
I stop struggling, hoping that if I remain quiet whoever it is, will think I am still knocked out.
My heart is pounding rapidly, and I am breaking a sweat. It doesn’t help that here is so hot. The organ in my chest beat painfully with every sound of the person approaching, causing a shiver of fear to race down my spine. They’re getting too close, so closel can take the smell of their perfume.
Musk and Cider.
A man’s cologne.
They walk around me, stopping behind the chair. Goosebumps rise on my skin when I felt their fingers wrap around my hair and tugged my head back harshly, causing me to chake on a cry. “Finally awake baby?”
That voice. I know that voice.
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