CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER FIVE

CALEB'S POV

I picked up my lighter and pack of cigarettes and moved to the still figure. Her head was tilted down, her hair spreading out and hiding her face from my view. I has been slightly disappointed that the girl had refused to open her eyes and watch me fuck the shit out of Bella. The horrified look on her face when she saw my dick was gratifying and funny as hell.

I shuffled my feet on the floor. She didn't even stir. I sighed and pushed her slightly on her shoulders. She still didn't stir a muscle

Was she asleep?

I crouched and parted her hair away from her face. It felt so intimate the way I was touching her hair, so I quickly removed my hands. Her eyes were tightly shut, her lids quavered miserably and I couldn't help the smile that came to my lips.

"You hungry? " I asked lightly in a gruff voice.

No response, but her eyelids fluttered more frantically.

I couldn't help it now, I laughed quietly, before selecting a stick of cigarette. Then I proceeded to light it. I took the first drag and blew the smoke towards her face.

That seemed to do the trick, her eyes snapped open. Revealing the puffiness and redness it had hidden.

"ah, I see. You want a smoke right? " I lifted the cigarette to her face. Her sullen gaze metamorphosed into a glare. I chuckled softly and took another drag of the cigarette and dispelled the smoke in her face again. Her eyelids fluttered for a few seconds, when she finally glared back at me again, there was moisture shining under her lower lids. I was sure the moisture wasn't because she was crying.

This one? Cry? Not after hitting me with a fire extinguisher.

"You wanna say anything?" I asked, letting the cigarettes burn leisurely between my fingers.

I reached out and gently undid the mouth gag. My eyes fell to her lips. They were so full, I began to imagine how it'd be like kissing this one.

I traced my right index finger on the side of her lips. She turned her face away, her brows knitting into a frown.

I sighed loudly and dragged on my cigarette, blowing more smoke on her face. Her shoulders heaved in a cough, tears streamed down her eyes. I smiled smugly, feeling pleased with myself.

"Please stop!" She whispered, when the fit of coughing had stopped. "I am very asthmatic and the last thing I need right now is the obstruction of my airway!" Her tenor voice cracked as she screamed at me My response was to drag on Harder on my cigarette and puff out the smoke on her face. She coughed and coughed while I laughed in glee.

She gave me a hateful, murderous glare. It was quite laughable,with the tears streaming down her face.

The arrival of Bella with the food prevented me from pranking her more. I collected the food from Bella and then told her to tell the boys to prepare for tonight's operation.

"Eat up." I pushed the plate towards her,with my legs. She took a quick glance into the plate and looked away sullenly.

"Won't you eat? Oh I see, you're handcuffed...hahaha."I moved behind her and untied the rope. I discovered that I had tied the rope too tightly, the rope had eaten into her skin. She rubbed her hand, trying to get blood circulation in her hand. I stubbed my cigarette, then told her: "Eat up", and then walked out of the room, making sure to lock the door after me.

VANESSA

I opened the plate, rice with Banga sauce stared back at me. Today was egg and diary product day. I had a food schedule that I followed to the letter. On Monday, I had pushed the food away from me and stood up quickly. That turned out to be a mistake,because I felt so dizzy that I nearly plummeted foreword. I clutched the wooden chair for support, my legs felt numb.

When I had regained enough composure, I looked wildly around the room. The windows were burglary proof. I, unnecessarily though, tried the door. I knew it'd be locked. I sighed in frustration. I looked around the room,frame paintings were hung randomly, the walls was a milk white colour, there was a small door that led to a bathroom, coloured light streamed into the room from the half opened the door. Then there was a king sized bed

My eyes caught sight of my school bag on the big king sized bed. I immediately dived to the bag, praying furiously under my breath that my phone still be in it.

I opened the bag, and I nearly wept in relief when I saw my phone sitting prettily inside the fold of the bag. It was switched off, I switched it on and impatiently waited for it to boot. I kept tapping my fingers on the bed, counting the seconds.

I'll call my mom first, I'll tell her I'm okay,then I'll tell her where to find me...or maybe I should call the police first...

I had never felt so relieved in my life before, I'll not die after all, I'll see my mom again. I'll see Ann, Wendy and Sommy again, I'll see Joe's ugly face again, I'll--

"Well well, well?" I heard someone. "What do we have here?"

A little scream forced it's way from my throat. It was Tiger, he was leaning against the door frame, a cigarette burning leisurely between his lips. His eyes were dark and frightening like the devil's own, I kept wondering how he entered the room without making a single noise. The phone had booted fully now, if only I can stall the Tiger guy until I called my mom.

"Hand over the phone." He stopped leaning against the wall and decided to make use of his spinal cord.

I'm so close, I can't just give up like that. I took a step away from the bed, his brows rose, he took a step towards me.

I made a wild dash to the bathroom, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I could hear him behind me, he was going to catch me...

I was actually surprised when I made I to the bathroom,I couldn't risk sparing a glance behind me to know the reason. I locked the door behind me. Almost immediately the door shook as the Tiger guy banged angrily on it.

"Open this door you bitch!" He thundered furiously. I nearly obeyed him, his voice was so frightening. I sat on the toilet seat, while the banging continued, with more swearing.

I unlocked the phone, I decided I wouldn't call my mom, I'd call the police and tell them first.

I dialed the state's emergency number, the door was rattling more violently now.

"211, what's your emergency?" A sweet sonorous female voice boomed from the other end.

"Hello, my name's Vanessa Campbell, I've been kidnapped by some armed men...they are threatening to kill me..."

"Wait! You're Vanessa Campbell, your mother is Bridget Freeman ,she owns..."

The door finally gave away under the much kicking and pounding. A thin scream of terror left my lips as a gun was pointed at me. No, not one gun. Several guns were pointed at me. And Tiger was not looking too happy either.

"Give me the phone!" He barked furiously. My heart dropped to my stomach when I hear the clicking sound of the gun being cocked.

I wordlessly obeyed, my wide eyes counting the number of men that were all pointing a gun at me.

"Shit! She called 211!" Tiger exclaimed furiously after he had glanced into the phone.

"Jerry, get her out of there!"

A short stocky guy with a hideous scar stepped into the bathroom, after putting the gun in safety and pocketing it.

"Don't touch me!" I hissed loudly. The guy's ugly face scrunched up into more ugly lines.

Without warning, he hit me across my face, very hard. A small whimper left my lips as I was roughly dragged by my hair. I cried and clutched at his fingers, clawing at it. I was roughly dragged out of the bathroom, then his grip slackened on my hair. A vicious kick in the small of my back knocked the wind out of my lung and sent me sprawling to the floor.

" We have to leave now, they will surely trace this call!" Tiger was saying. Tears stood in the corner of my eyes, but it wouldn't fall. A throbbing headache was already pulsing un my head and I felt sore all over.

"Terry, go pack up any incriminating evidence around, Jerry, get rid of this phone immediately, the rest of you go pack up."

They all obeyed and left immediately. I was still sprawled on the floor, I was too weak to stand up.

The Tiger was furiously stuffing things in a small leather bag, sweat rolled down his forehead but he didn't seem to notice it.

When the bag was full, he zipped it up and swung it over His shoulder. His eyes met mine, I looked down, unable to match the intensity of his gaze.

He left the room wordlessly. I heard the click of the door being locked after him. I sat up straight and hugged my knees close to my body, rocking back and forth.

My escape didn't go so well after all.