Chapter 2- Kidnapped

A mysterious woman's point of view.

Everything hurts... my back, my body, my neck, and my arms.Seriously, why am I even listing things out when everything just hurts? My eyes slowly opened and it took a while to actually adjust to the actual light around the room. My chest slowly went down as I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

At this point, all that brought me comfort was the thought of at least no longer being zipped up in that small and claustrophobia attack inducing bag. The relief that washed over me at not being trapped in another bag was soon short-lived as I realised that I was trapped once more, just in a bigger containment vessel.

The small bag was now changed to a small, dirty, dingy looking cell in some dark basement type of space. The thinly spaced metal bars around the cell made it more than obvious that I was a prisoner, and the dark empty space around the cell further made it obvious that I was not only a prisoner but I was isolated too... lucky me.

I looked around at my surroundings and found no living thing in sight. I had been sleeping on the cold cell ground without even a mat to protect me from the cold concrete and it was evident on my body. My neck was sore and my back was stuffy from the uncomfortable sleeping area and probably from my uncomfortable sleeping position too. My body hurt like hell before, but now it's just on a whole other level. The simple act of trying to move my own body just felt like torture.

My hands held the circumference of my head, just massaging it tighter and rougher by the second. The dizziness continued, and the small box-like prison cell felt like it was getting smaller and smaller by the second. I further collapsed into the floor, wishing to get numb from all of the pain and sink into unconsciousness. My eyes scanned the room, just trying to figure out if I was the one spinning around or if the room was the one spinning. Maybe I was even losing my mind.

Deep Breath in... 1, 2, 3

Hold it in... 1,2,3,4,5,6

Deep breath out... 1,2,3,4,5,6

All that I could do was try to take deep breaths in through the nose, hold, and slowly exhale through my mouth. I did not know much about what was going on around me, but the breathing just came to me as if by instinct. It was as if I was doing it by muscle memory, as if I had done it many times before. I might not know many things, but this... it felt like I was home. A small sense of comfort washed over my mind, but that still did not save me from the physical pain feasting on my body.

My eyes slowly dragged down my body with a sense of weird awe, wonder, and confusion. Were those always there? Why are there so many of them? Why would I get so many tattoos? Why would anyone willingly volunteer themselves to get tattooed if everything was just going to hurt so much?

Almost every inch of my body was inked—some would say I was inked to death. The tattoos were all different shapes, sizes, patterns, and shades of ink. Some were darker than others, some lighter, some with colour as well as with letters and numbers. It was more or less organised chaos, and there was beauty within the madness.

My whole body was like a canvas painted on to its full capacity. It was weird, felt weird, still hurt, but it was beautiful. I was a beautiful canvas filled with works of art, and I kind of liked it. Maybe if I actually had the will to move, I would examine each and every inch of my body to see all of the tattoos in hopes that maybe they would help me remember something. I could not deny being grateful that at least this time I was not completely naked.

A simple white oversized and very fancy dress shirt now concealed some of my flesh.The once white, clean, and pristine shirt was now filled with dirt, dark spots, dust, and some blood. I could just tell by looking at it that it had seen better days. The more I looked at my body, the more intrigued I got. Curiosity was slowly getting the better of me as I slowly lifted up the dress shirt and poked my head down, just trying to see exactly how far I went with the tattoos.

"That will be enough of that!"

I jumped out of the ground and went to my feet as a result of a jump scare as I heard a booming, loud voice coming from in front of me. The plain empty cell soon evolved into much more than that. The seemingly dark and intimidating empty space around it soon revealed clear glass with people standing right behind it... looking at me. The idiots were just looking at me, like seriously, at least give me some food or something... dang! At this rate, if these creepy kidnappers don't get to me first, hunger will be my death.

A lot of people were now in front of me with screens and gadgets in their hands. Some had white coats while others had black clothing throughout. I watched as the small right hand side of the glass started moving off to the side, revealing a big enough space for people to come in through.

Three people appeared at the makeshift door and made their way closer to me... I panicked. I did not know who or what I was... I don't know how I got here, why the hell I was here, or who the hell was keeping me in this facility. A lot of things were a mystery to me, and the ringing in my head was of no help. The whole predicament just spelt out danger, but there was not much I could do about it, aside from just play nice and get whatever this was over and done with. Another part of me wanted no part of whatever they wanted to start. I could feel my stubbornness just begging me to frustrate their lives with both silence and attitude.

Amongst the group heading my way, there were two males and one woman, all dressed in plain white lab coats with no expressions on their faces. They were getting a bit too close to me... dangerously close, and I did not like it one bit. I could feel something stirring within me at the thought of strangers invading my personal space. My anxiety was increasing more and more with every step they took, as I carefully examined their every move.

"Hi dear... How are you feeling today? "

The woman gave a nice warm smile that was probably a fake smile if you ask me, but instead of that, she asked about my wellbeing, but that was a trap and I knew it. Who in their right mind would be anything other than horrible if they woke up on the cold, hard floor, trapped in some sort of test-lab-looking prison with some strange idiots staring at them? I decided to not even dignify her question with an answer... Either she was either mocking me or that was a trick question. Either way, I do not care to answer.

Her smile slowly disappeared as she noticed me not making any attempt to reply back to her, but I did not give a flying fu*k about all of that... I just wanted to be somewhere other than here. I might not know or remember many places, but I am sure anywhere else is better than being stuck here with these... kidnapping and annoying idiots.

"Ok then..." be like that. You can ignore me all you want, but that won’t change the fact that I have a job to do and must do it. We are going to be giving you a full body check-up and examination. First off, we will need to take a blood sample before we can continue with everything else, "

I heard what she was saying, but I still made no attempt to talk back to her... I was not about to be some guinea pig or one of their lab rats. Whoever I was, I am sure I deserved better and knew that was enough for me. One man made his way closer to me and tried to grab my wrist in order to draw my blood, but I just snapped. My right hand grabbed his wrist right as he grabbed mine. I pulled his hand off of me in haste before pulling, rotating and twisting.

Oh my god, that was so cool. I didn’t even know I could do that, and it worked. Damn, I'm good. My mental positive self-talk was soon very short-lived as the man dropped to his knees screaming in pain, making his other friend all annoyed and angry. He made his way to me and tried to pounce on me, but I just used his weight and anger against him. I simply speedily stepped out of his way, and pushed down on his side with my hands, effectively knocking him down to the floor. OK, so whooping some kidnapper's backside is kind of fun.

I could hear the woman shouting and saying a bunch of things to me, but I was in no mood to talk, especially not to her. If I am being frank, any conversation with her would probably be boring and stale, so I do not need to waste my time listening to anything that she has to say to me. She would probably lie to me or try to manipulate me anyway.

I could almost taste my freedom as I pushed my aching and highly anguished body to run right past the cell bars, towards the glass makeshift door. I could feel the pain threatening to take over my body as it almost crippled me, but I did not give in. My body almost felt like it wanted to cave in on me, but I ignored it and pushed through, just willing myself to keep going.

For a few seconds there, I actually thought I was going to get away with it. A new hope blossomed in my soul that maybe I could actually escape this prison and get back to whatever life I had been living before I was rudely dragged to this hell hole. I could actually be free to figure out who the hell I was all on my own and hopefully get something to eat before passing out in a nice warm bed.

All of my hopes and plans for freedom soon evaporated into thin air as I froze in mid step. My eyes slowly scanned the whole room of armed and highly muscled men, all looking intimidated in their own right and probably very dangerous. Even though there were a lot of people throughout the room, both men and women, my eyes just felt drawn to one man — him, the handsome man I had briefly met the night before. A part of me just thought that I had made him up in my head and that he was just in my dream, but no... he was actually a real man.

I did not need to know his name to know that he was the one in charge. His obnoxiously large chair, stern face, commanding presence, badass demeanor, and dominant aura just screamed

"I am the boss,"

As much as I did not want to admit it to myself, I had to acknowledge the major Dzaddy vibes that he was giving. Call it some strange form of twisted attraction, but I dig it... I would prefer to not be his prisoner, but I sure don't mind feasting my eyes on his handsome self.

His voice was like music to my ears, and his eyes were like a deep blue sea that I constantly wanted to just lose myself in.

"Exactly where are you running off to in such a hurry?"

I was kidnapped, trapped and kept prisoner by none other than Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. Talk about a fairytale turning into a nightmare.