Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.-Chapter 74: The real Kidnapping.

Leilani.

In order for me to stop thinking about the wet dream from last night, I decided then to bury myself in work.

Today is supposedly Sunday but instead of being at home and allowing the day to fly past, I was at work, sorting through files, upgrading softwares, checking for bugs and whatnot.

It was already past seven by the time I finally decided to go home and rest, and with this thought, I cleared my desk, neatly arranged everything against tomorrow and got out.

But as soon as I stepped out of my office, the hairs at the back of my neck stood on end.

I could feel eyes on me, watching me... trailing me but I couldn’t see anyone.

"Is anyone there?" I asked loudly, but all I heard in response were the echoes of my voice and the faint sound of wind rattling against windowpanes.

Trembling, my heart soon began to race as I continued my trek towards the elevator. I got in quickly, pressed the button to take me to the ground floor, which was the parking lot and pressed my back against the cool metal to heave a sigh.

But I still didn’t feel safe. Even in this enclosed area.

I still felt watched. Still felt followed. My skin still prickled with that overbearing sense of being in danger, and that made me very afraid.

What the fuck is happening?

Now, I was full blown panicking. My hands shook as I fished out my phone from my bag with the intention of calling Jay—even though we haven’t spoken since last night— but when I picked it up, I realized something heartbreaking.

It was dead. Dead, as in the battery died.

Desperation and despair coiled tight in my chest. I screamed, whilst slamming my fists against the walls of the elevator as tears poured out of my eyes.

However, by the time I arrived at the ground floor, I had managed to wipe off my tears and schooled my features into looking composed and unafraid; But as soon as the cool air brushed against my face when I stepped out of the elevator, panic rose at the base of my stomach again.

Indeed, there was someone following me.

And from the continuous prickle on my skin, I knew for a fact that it wasn’t just someone, but several people— maybe two; So I tried to inhale quickly, to catch their scents but there was nothing. It felt like I was hallucinating. Like their scents were masked.

Panicking, I took out my car keys from my bag and began to march towards my car, but just as I arrived in front of it, I felt the sudden gust of wind behind me. I turned around quickly, my pulse rising as I screamed;

"Who’s there?!"

But there was no response.

My body shook. My hands became sweaty. God, I even began to weep silently. When the sound of my voice in the empty parking lot echoed back at me, I turned back to my car and tried to open it but due to how shaky my hands were, my keys fell.

"Shit!"

The sound of the key hitting the floor, momentarily startled me, I shrieked, slapping my hand over my chest as more tears slipped out. Then I quickly picked it up, asked; "Who’s there?! one more time, and when no response came, my fear morphed into desperation.

A desperate urge to get out of here!

I pulled my car door open urgently, but just as I made to step in, I felt something sharp prick the back of my neck.

I winced and tried to slap my hands over it, but as soon as I raised my hands, larger heavier ones held me still, stopping me from touching my neck.

I froze. My heart began to pound against my chest.

"Who are you?" I asked, but apparently, my words could only come out as a slur.

My attacker didn’t respond, he didn’t even say a word but simply stepped away from me as I fell limply to the floor, and it wasn’t until I was crumpled to the ground, staring into a pair of unfamiliar deep brown eyes and a face that was mostly hidden behind a scary looking mask that I realized what this was;

It was a kidnapping.

A tremor ran up my spine.

And fear, intense fear like no other, crawled up my skin so much that I began to dry heave.

My vision soon began to go blurry as well and one look at the syringe still clasped in his hands had me realizing what that meant: I’d been drugged.

But why?

Who the hell was responsible for this?

Why would they even do this to me?

As these questions and more plagued my mind, my body began to tremble, and then everything went black.

—

I do not know for how long I slept but by the time I finally came to, I felt drowsy and weak. My vision was still blurry and my head felt like it had been smashed against concrete.

Sighing, I tried to sit up only to wince when thick ropes bit into my wrists and mid section. The pain had my eyes snapping open in fright and I gasped upon the realization that I was in a strange damp room with filthy walls and—surprisingly—clean floors.

Everywhere smelled of disinfectant and soap and in front of me was a cooler containing ice and... wait! Is that ice and several bags of blood?

Blood?

What the heck?

That alone had my heart racing. And in fear I looked around me, the color draining from my face when I noticed the medical needle still buried under my skin, drawing blood into another transparent bag while a young nurse with a mask covering half of her face continued to stash more blood bags into the cooler.

I opened my mouth to scream at her but due to my grogginess, it only came out as a rasp. I asked; "Who the fuck are you? And what the hell are you doing?"

The nurse jerked up at the sound of my voice, her eyes widening when she realised I was awake.

I saw her hand tremble slightly, her eyes downcast as she muttered; "I’m sorry ma’am but we were forced to do this!"

We?

Forced?

I tried to sit up but the pain in my lower back and abdomen was unbearable, so I resorted to leaning against the metal chair biting into my back instead.

I groaned; "Who made you do this?"

The girl ducked her head but said nothing. And for me, that was all the response I needed. She didn’t want to tell me.

I sighed. "Fine. But let me go."

At that, her eyes widened. She glanced down at the cooler and shook her head, muttering; "I just need to drain two more bags of blood from you."

"And if you were a decent medical professional, you’ll realize I’m anaemic!" I snapped back, watching the way she began to fiddle with her skirt. "How many have you drained out of me already?"

"Ten bags." She muttered.

My eyes widened. My heart raced, I thrashed wildly. "Ten bags ! And you want two more? Let me go!"

"No, she won’t." Another voice called from the doorway and I raised my head slowly, my heart shattering into a million pieces when I saw Caelum standing there with his arms crossed over his chest with a bored expression on his face.

"No one will let you go until I say so... and that can only happen when you’ve donated the twelve bags of blood that I need."

Donated?

D.O.N.A.T.E.D.

The word grated on my nerves. It made me see red. And despite the nausea I felt at the base of my stomach and the drowsiness threatening to pull me under, I met his gaze squarely, my nostrils flaring as I spat;

"And is this how donations work for you?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes not even meeting mine as he snapped; "Yes. I wanted something from you and I took it. I don’t fucking care how you feel about it as long as I want it. That’s you ’donating’ it to me."

His words... his stoic expression... the coolness in his tone and eyes all made my heart drop into my stomach.

And if I didn’t hate him before then now I definitely did. And I would for the rest of my life.