"Hey, buddy. I need your help." Alex said quickly as he continued pacing.
"I need you to find Lara, she's been kidnapped."
"You are really a trouble magnet, I can't believe poor Lara is now part of your bad luck drama… And now, you get to interrupt my peaceful afternoon nap and…."
"Kill me when it's all over, but please help me locate her." Alex interrupted Neon's outburst.
"Find, fill me in." Neon said.
Alex began explaining everything as quickly as his tongue could roll.
"Ok… but did you check the cameras outside the building? What means of transport did they use?"
"I did not think of that..." Alex turned to both guards. "Why did none of you think of that?"
They both stared at each other in obvious confusion. 'Technically, there were three men in the room so why are only two being accused of a mishap?' none of them could voice it out though.
"I'm on it sir." The first guard quickly replied.
"Sir, this scene has not changed for a while now. The cameras were probably tampered with before the initiation of the kidnapping." He reported.
"Are you getting that Neon?" Alex asked over the phone.
"Yep. Right now I'm staring at a satellite image from outside the cinema and I think we got their ride away. I would run the plates and see if I can have access to the van's GPS." Neon announced.
"Vans have GPS systems nowadays?" Alex asked.
"Seriously! Is that what you are worried about? And yes, new model vans do."
"My mind is in a mess right now. Just text me the updates, I got to make some calls."
"No qualms, I got you."
"Oh, and Neon…" Alex called before the call disconnected.
"What again?"
"I'll need eyes in the sky too."
"Of course. Chilax man. I got it."
"Thanks."
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"I said strip!"
I snapped back to reality when he said it again. I thought I was hallucinating the first time, but now…
My heart was about to pop out of my chest. I bet even the water I drank a few seconds again should have paused too somewhere in my throat.
"I thought I made it clear that you are obliged to obey every damn word I say, unless you want this to get ugly." He was standing just a few centimeters away from me as he threatened.
I was damn scared to say anything right now. I couldn't even bundle up enough saliva to dampen my dry throat. I just stood there staring at him in fright.
"Commands are obeyed, words are heard." I corrected. I had no idea where I got the balls to say that, given the fact that I was about to pee in my pants.
"What?" He asked in confusion.
I swallowed hard, blinking my eyes and simultaneously shifting my weight from one leg to the other. "You said, 'I gotta obey every word you say.' But words aren't meant to be obeyed, they are meant to be heard. Orders or commands are obeyed." I repeated, more confidently this time.
"Oh…" he threw his head back and laughed really hard and loud too. It was irritating but I tried to maintain a poker face.
"Oh pardon me mademoiselle, but you see, English is not my first language."
"I noticed." I said quickly. I decided to use this conversation to stall for as long as I could.
"So you should know that we French men love it when girls put up a good show…" he said as an evil sexy grin spread out across his face. "I'm sure you are no stranger to that fact huh? I mean, your boyfriend is French too, right?"
I tried to speak, but I couldn't find the right words. I stayed silent.
"Now start stripping before I lose my patience." The smile on his face faded.
Blood ran dry from my body when I felt a cold metal object on my neck. I automatically stopped breathing. I slowly lowered my eyes down to have a better look at the hand stretched towards me. I had no idea when he pulled the knife out or even where he pulled it from, but I knew that he wasn't bluffing anymore.
I slowly took off my t-shirt as he withdrew the knife from my throat.
I watched how his eyes narrowed in lust. He gulped down a huge lump of saliva.
"Why'd you stop?" He asked in anger and disappointment I guess.
I stood still, just staring at him. I wanted to take my sweet time. Maybe a miracle would happen. I was certain he wasn't gonna rush things, he looked more like the erotic rather than hardcore guy __ quite the opposite of Alex. I knew that if it were Alex standing Infront of me right now, he'd probably have already torn down my clothes.
The thought of Alex made me realize how much I miss him now. I could not believe that I'm actually missing him.
Lost in my thought, I did not realize the rapid shift of events occurring in the room until I felt strong hands grip my chin. I jolted back to reality as I winced in pain.
"You are hurting me." I pleaded.
"And I'm gonna hurt you more if you try to be stubborn." Funky G threatened through gritted teeth. "Now get on with the stripping!" He ordered.
He shoved my face. My jaw stung from the pressured grip but I tried to ignore it.
I slowly began unzipping my jeans. I made sure my eyes were locked unto his the whole time.
I slowly began pulling my trousers down, it was a little bit tight at the hip so I had to wiggle a little to get it to slide down.
He licked his lips.
I never intended to intentionally tease him though, I knew my actions were teasing, but I did not have much of a choice.
"Turn around." I heard him say when my jeans were half way down.
I shook my head. I couldn't do that. I had a fine ass and I was proud of my well polished body, but I couldn't just go ahead displaying it In Front everyone...it was disgusting, this whole deal was disgusting.
"Turn-ar-round!" He enunciated each syllable.
"Please! I just prefer staring at you." I tried to reason. I knew my logic was lame, but there's no harm in trying.
"You would stare all you want, when I want. Right now, I want you to fuck'in turn around and take off that damn jean!" He yelled.
I swallowed hard, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to flow. I stared at him one last time, hoping that the tiniest bit of humanity left in him would stop for a sec and have pity on me… but I was wrong because he didn't even flinch for once.
I took a deep breath. I reluctantly turned around. Part of me wanted to pull the jeans off as fast as possible but the survival part kept on whispering that 'the longer I take to get naked, the more time I'm buying to get rescued.' I listened.
After what felt like hours,with my butt bent over for him, I now stood completely naked Infront of a total stranger I had no feelings for __ a predator, to say. Silent tears flowed down my cheeks.