Chapter 3

                                    

                                          
It had to be a joke, I wished it was a joke. But when looking at the man, I knew it was no joke. He may be grinning, but his eyes were serious. My stomach churned. Bile rose in my throat and I wasn't able to stop it when I let it out of my mouth right onto his pants. It was bitter and it burned. My body shook and the sour smell made me feel even sicker. I felt ashamed and did not dare to look at the man. I heard him sniff angrily. 
His big hands grabbed my arms into an iron grip, almost stopping my circulation and pulled me to my feet. I yelped in schok. He grabbed my chin and pulled it up harshly, since I was at least a head smaller than him. When I looked into is eyes, I wasn't expecting to find amusement.
"You are lucky I am in a good mood. Otherwise I would force you to lick it up." He swooned dreamily. He seemed to think about it intensely, the grin re-appearing. My legs felt like jelly, absolutely exhausted from today. 
The man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he was abruptly cut off by the sound of a gun. His hands tightened even more on my arms and when he heard a second shot, he growled. He took he hands off my arms, luckily, but grabbed my wrist instead. He quickly untied the rope from my wrists. The wrist he grabbed was the wrist of the arm with the sore shoulder but I couldn't say anything because he was already talking.
"Stay with me if you want to survive this." He sneered at me. His pace was quick due to his long legs and I was struggling to keep up. I was also still shaking. Too scared to say anything, I kept my mouth shut and tried to focus on where we were going. But the continues gun shots echoing through the mansion made me so scared that with every turn we took, I had already forgotten the last one. 
We stopped in a dark room. The light was flicked on by the man and I found myself facing a wall full of guns, knives and other weapons that I had never seen. The man grabbed a small handgun and put it at the back of his pants, tucked in his waistband. He grabbed a larger gun for in his hands, swiftly putting some bullets in. I became sick to my stomach again at the sight. Clearly, he was experienced. 
"Shut up." I wasn't aware that I was making sounds but being focussed again I heard small sniffs and sounds leaving my body. The man was towering over me, tall and strong, and totally in control. He seemed totally sure of every movement he made and the gun laid in his hands like it belonged there. 
It made me cry harder and I sacked to the ground. Once there I put my arms around my legs. I just wanted to go home, be safe and watch a movie or something. I cried harder. The man poked me harshly with his boot. 
"Get up. I don't have time for this." He sounded annoyed. The grin and the amusement that he expressed a few moments ago was gone. I shook my head as answer and grabbed my legs even tighter with my arms. I was desperately wishing for this to be a nightmare.
The tight pull on my hair got me back to reality. I screamed loudly as I was pulled to a standing position on my hair. Meeting the eyes of the man once I was standing, I saw they were blazing. His hand collapsed with my cheek. 
"Shut up if you want to keep living." Threatened the man. He did not loosen his grip on my hair and started moving towards the door again. I had no choice but to follow him through the hallways, coming closer and closer to the sound of guns. My scalp was burning, as were both my cheeks now. But I didn't dare to make a sound. After a while I was pushed into a room. Or a closet. I didn't know, but it was small and dark.
"Don't you dare move, Kitten. Wait until I come and get you." He sneered again and abruptly slammed the door in my face. 
As the darkness surrounded me, I fell to the ground again and sobbed. I had difficulties breathing and no tears were coming. My chest hurt, my shoulder hurt, my head hurt and my cheek hurt. I sniffed to stop my nose from dripping. The taste of blood was constant in my mouth from the recent hit and I could feel my face swelling. 
As time passed I started to calm down a little. There were no tears left to shed and I hear the sounds of guns lessening. All of a sudden I was met with blinding light.
"What do we have here?" I inhaled sharply as my eyes met a pair of brown eyes. The skin around the eyes was wrinkly and old, as was the man. He must be at least fifty years old. He was also fat, blocking my way out of the room. 
I got to my feet quickly, trying to look intimidating but the man did not seem bothered by it. Even worse, it made his eyes scan my body with a smirk on his face. I knew he had bad intentions. He laughed when he saw my fear, his yellow and rotten teeth showing. One of his front teeth were missing. 
"Whose bird are ya?" When I did not answer his question he took a big step, grabbed me by the arm and put a gun against the side of my head. Never had I ever been held at gunpoint in my life. I didn't dare to breath. The man slid his other arm around my throat and squeezed harshly. The pressure he used was choking me, black spots gliding over my vision. He nudged the gun harder against my head as motivation to answer his question.
But I couldn't because I didn't belong to anyone. I wish I knew the name of my kidnapper, but he never told me. I tried to pry the arm away from my throat when the lack of oxygen was prominent. However, my small body was no match for him. 
"You wouldn't be here if you didn't belong to someone. So tell me! Whose. Are. You" With every word he poked the gun against my head. I couldn't do anything but cry. There was a sharp click near my from the pistol, probably the safety clicking off.
"I'm nobody's, please!" I screamed desperately. My legs fell away under my body, but the man just held me up by my throat. I was choking now, spluttering through the hold and the tears. Luckily I got my legs on the ground and stabilised myself into a standing position again, releasing some of the pressure.
"Last time.. Whose are you" Grunted the man into my ear. I shook my head as answer, totally in schok. 
A sound of a shot filled the room. 
I fell to the floor.
"She belongs to me." Sounded a familiar voice.