Rejected: A love story-Chapter 70: Don’t leave me

The blindfold was still pressed against my eyes — too tight, and making it unbearable. All I heard sounds. Footsteps and heavy breathing. They’re still here.

My pulse hammered so hard the chair seemed to vibrate beneath me. My wrists burned where the restraints dug in. My throat was dry and I was exhausted, but fear forced the words out anyway.

"Please... please don’t hurt me. Just tell me what you want! Money?? Nathan will give it to you."

I felt them move closer, their shadows pressing against me even though I couldn’t see a thing. The blindfold kept me in darkness.

"Quiet down, princess," the older one said, his voice low and almost amused. "You’re making it hard for us to enjoy you."

"What... what do you want from me?" I whispered, my voice cracking. "Please... just tell me. I’ll do anything... just let me go!"

The younger one laughed, a dry, cruel sound. "Anything, huh? You think we’re that easy?"

"Listen to her begging," one of them said. His voice was deep, bored, and too close.

A hand landed on the back of the chair abruptly — sending a jolt through me.

I screamed anyway.

"Told you she’s jumpy," the first man said. "Little thing’s about to pass out."

"Leave her alone," the second hissed

My stomach twisted. I hated feeling helpless. How did my life turn to hell in one night? I stiffened as I felt something — the man leaning over me, inspecting me like a prey.

"Back up," the second man muttered. "You’re scaring her."

"That’s the point."

I whimpered, shaking harder. "Please... don’t—don’t come near me. Please."

The first man snorted. "Relax. If we wanted to do something to you, you’d know.

I flinched instinctively at the words, shivering. "I don’t care! Please... just don’t touch me... don’t..." My plea stumbled into a sob as I felt their presence shift closer, surrounding me.

"God, she’s so small. Look at her, trembling," the older one said, letting his words drag across my nerves. I felt the air shift as if he were brushing past me, intentionally close, letting me feel him.

"Yeah, and so soft," the younger one replied, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Wonder how delicate she really is under that dress..."

My stomach twisted. I tried to pull back, to wriggle free, but the ropes held me firm. My hands burned, my body pressed against the chair, blindfolded and helpless.

"Please... stop talking about me like that..." I begged, my voice barely a whisper now. "I—I’m just... just a girl... please..."

They laughed again, low and satisfied, circling me. "Shhh... settle down. You’ll only make it worse if you panic." The older one leaned in slightly, and I felt his hand trail lightly near my shoulder, just close enough to terrify me. "Look at you. All tied up, scared, and there’s nothing you can do."

I shook my head violently. "Please... please don’t... don’t touch me. I’m begging you..." My voice cracked. Tears ran down my cheeks. "I’ll do anything... just let me go..."

The younger one leaned closer, his breath brushing my ear. "You’ve got a nice body. Not that we can touch... yet. But just knowing you’re like this, all tied up, is enough. Makes us feel... powerful."

I swallowed hard, panic clawing at my chest. "I—I’m not yours... I’m not... I belong to Nathan!" I shouted, my voice cracking with desperation. "If you touch me, if you—" I choked on my words, sobbing into the blindfold.

The older one chuckled softly. "Nathan, huh? The big boss man? Funny... he won’t be here. And even if he were, what could he do?"

"I... I’m not scared of you... I’m... I’ll fight..." I managed, twisting my body as far as the ropes would allow. My wrists burned and my arms were bruising from struggling, but I couldn’t stop.

The younger one laughed again, almost in delight. "Fight? Look at you. You can barely move. And the best part? You know there’s nothing anyone can do right now. You’re completely at our mercy."

I shrank back, tears flowing freely. "I—please... I don’t want... I just... please...let me go" I cried harder, wondering why life was this unfair to me. I tried to steady my breathing, tried to calm my pounding heart, but it was useless.

The older one stepped back, speaking casually like he had all the time in the world. "You know, it’s funny... people like you, thinking they’re untouchable, thinking someone like Nathan can protect them... and here you are, completely helpless."

"I... I’m not... I don’t belong to you!" I wailed, my voice raw. "I... I belong to Nathan!"

The younger one let out a low whistle. "Strong words for someone who can’t even see us."

I felt a sharp sense of panic in my chest. "Please... just tell me how much you want. It ... will be arranged...Let me go please"

The older one leaned slightly closer, letting me feel the air from his presence. "Why? That’s easy. It’s fun watching you squirm. Watching someone like you, all tied up and panicked... it’s entertaining."

"No! No! Please... I—I won’t let you... I’m not—" I screamed, sobbing again. My words broke into gasps.

The younger one circled me again. "Begging already? That’s adorable. You’re all wet and trembling... God, we could just leave you like this forever and... wow. You’d just sit there and cry and cry, wouldn’t you?"

I cried harder, shoving at the ropes, kicking my legs. "Please... please don’t! I—I can’t... I can’t do this!"

They laughed, low and cruel. "That’s right, princess. Cry. Cry all you want. Nobody’s coming. You’re ours for now."

I screamed again, choking on the sobs, my heart racing. "Nathan! Someone! Please! Help!!" My voice echoed into the emptiness.

Then, abruptly, one of their phones rang. "...Yeah?"

I heard a voice on the other end but couldn’t decipher the words. I think he hung up because I could barely hear anything.

"What do you mean now?"

The other man cursed. "You’re kidding."

"No. Orders changed," one of them snapped. "We’re leaving."

"We can’t leave her alone in here."

"Not our problem anymore. Move."

Fear spiked so hard that I nearly choked. "No—no, please! Don’t leave me here! Please, don’t—please!"

They ignored me anyway. The other hesitated for a heartbeat — I could hear his breath hitch, could almost sense his eyes on me.

"No! Wait! Please!" My voice broke again, but it was useless. The sound of them walking away grew fainter until it stopped entirely.

Silence hit me like a punch to the chest. I was alone, still blindfolded, still tied, my body aching, tears streaking my face.

My hands shook violently as I twisted against the ropes again. "No... no... please... somebody... anyone..." I whispered, my voice barely audible, cracked and raw. "Nathan... please... help me..."

I sank back against the chair, chest heaving, listening for any sound—any sign of movement—but there was nothing. Only my own ragged breathing and the tight, suffocating darkness of the blindfold.

Panic settled over me like ice. The room felt impossibly large, endlessly dark, and completely silent. My heart refused to slow, my mind racing through every scenario. And I knew I was utterly, completely alone.