The feeling of distress in my gut was soul crushing, but staying calm was the need of the hour. I couldn’t afford to waste time in unnecessary thought of being scared or panicked. So, my business mindset was activated when I attempted to deal with this is fearlessly.
“How much money do you want? I can pay millions. Please take your money and let me
As most kidnappings were for ransom, my first guess about their motive was money. They must have noticed a successful woman in the business community and seized the opportunity to make quick money in one night.
But their silence in response baffled me. They ignored me like I wasn’t present in the car. Then it occurred to me. “I have offered too little money
My consulting firm had several branches across the country, so they must be expecting a hefty amount for kidnapping the CEO directly. This silence was a method of demanding a large sum of money by scaring me
Without wasting more time, I doulded the offer as I had to escape as swiftly as possible.
“I can pay tens of millions. Name your price, and money will be transferred in minutes. You can use cryptocurrency for safety as well. I will never involve the police…
My money talk was disregarded as usual; however, the law enforcement mention got a reaction from them. But a bid one!
They stuffed a piece of cloth in my mouth and gagged me, shutting the only door of negotiation. I shuddered uncontrollably. What should I do now?
The fear swirled in my guts as my heart raced. I was helpless before those barly men. Due to darkness, I was able to see where we were going. The bumpy ride indicated that the car wasn’t on the main road.
Still, 1 kept my emotions in check during this danger, looking for a chance to strike a deal with them. I was new in Boston, so ransom was the only thing that justified the situation.
I was waiting for the gag to be removed for negotiations when the car came to a grinding stop.
Wabout a word, they yanked our out and walked inside a rundown building in the middle of nowhere. This creepy scene froze the very breath in my month. I tried to stay calm, but my heart was pounding against my chest as they didn’t give me a second to Eight and tied me to a chair, starting their weird activities.
A man brought spray paint bottles, and they painted strange symbols all around. Then they crossed all limits of madness and doused the place with gasoline. A chill ran down my spine as the combined smell of gasoline and paint stacked all the air from my hangs, leaving me breathless, could hantly focus on their words when someone set up a camera Batore me and said,
“Our ritual is going to be a hit, brother. People will love a
A ritual?
Where were we? In some cult nightmare?
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hit into my wrists, the fibers course and unyielding. I twisted my arms, ignoring the raw burn against my
Pain meant nothing right now.
My chair wobbled. One more push–just one more
Crack
The thair toppled over, my body slamming onto the ground with a jarring thud. A second later, boots crashed against myrbs
you can ruin our ritualte
“Stupid bitch!” one of them snarled, his kick king the air from my bangs. “You think yo
Boting my hips. I hatred my painful screams, pushing back my tears. I had progressed much in the past few years, becoming a powerful woman seeking justice.
Tonight, only the venue and my appearance were different, but I was still facing the heartless attacks of my tormentors. Fate was indeed strange, besting me with difficulties one after another, whereas the real criminals were enjoying their lives to the fullest!
However, I wasn’t the same helpless Drielle of the past now!
Chakata Ön Him. I Have A Tycoon!
The pain barely registered. I spat blood, tasting iron and defiance.
And then I smirked.
“You idiots,“I rasped, my voice hoarse yet sharp. “You think people want to watch this? A low budget, amateur
That got their attention.
One of them hesitated, exchanging an uneasy glance with the other.
“Pathetic,” I added, my grin widening. “You’re not making a hit. You’re making a joke,”
