~Renmen POV~

When the phone was rudely snatched out my hand yesterday, I was annoyed. I was consumed with hatred at Samson, the man who has been making my life miserable these past two weeks. My tears were threatening to come out, but I ignore the burning hole within me.

I wanted to make a disapproving comment towards Samson, but I held it back and stayed silent. I felt truly disgusting, inside and out. I haven't taken a proper shower in a while, and I really felt uncomfortable. I also haven't received a wholesome meal. I just been consuming junk food.

Talking to Nicolas forced mix emotions and feelings to spill out. Hearing his concerned voice, strangely brought comfort to me. I remember me saying how I missed him, and I don't seem to regret that statement. I probably sound ludicrous, but for some reason I miss his cruel personality.

I thought about his controlling ways and now I kind of see he was trying to protect me. Then again, if he wasn't so obsessed with me and left me alone, then I wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place. It left bittersweet emotions in me. I was deep in thought and then noticed the engagement ring that I was wearing.

I was playing with it and twisting the expensive object around my finger. I sighed in contempt. I really just want to go home. I was just in my own world that I didn't notice my kidnapper entering the dimly lit room. I finally noticed his presence when he kneeled near the disgusting mattress. I jerked my head to the left and spoke to him. My voice was scratchy, since I haven't used it in a while.

"You won't get away with this, Samson. I hope you understand that. Also, you are just like your cowardly father." I now turned my head towards a corner in the room. I was waiting for his response, which will probably won't be a good one. He laughs in amusement at my statement. His expression probably twisted in a scorn. He clears his throat and continues.

"I think I'm pretty successful with everything. I mean your husband still hasn't found you. He seems very vulnerable right now. And I'm pretty sure I'm going to get my millions. So I really don't have anything to worry about at the moment."

"Now don't jinx yourself." I nervously reply back.

I turn to look at him and he has a smug smirk on his face. I glare at him. He looks at me with lust-filled expression. I could just puke at this moment. I quickly look away and froze, maybe if I just stay still he won't do anything. But I felt a rough callous hand touch my cheek and it made me force myself to look at him. I felt him stroking my inner thigh and I whimper in dread. I shut my eyes tight waiting for the possible assault. But instead I hear him whisper harshly in my ear.

"Oh Renmen your expression is priceless, as if you saw a ghost or something. You don't have to be so nervous and worried. I wouldn't touch you. You are too filthy at the moment for me. Plus, if I wanted to have my way with you, I would a long time ago." But he still had his hand on my thigh. I don't know what came over me, but I slapped him with the little strength I had left in me. I then intensely yelled at me, with all I could muster.

"Burn in hell Samson!" I didn't realize how that little statement could make Samson react in such a way. He grabbed my arm. He had raised his arm, and I could visibly see his fist. His anger was radiating throughout the room.

He was ready to show me my mistake. Right before he was going to hurl a hard punch at me, the phone rang. I opened my eyes, surprised that I didn't feel any impact. He was quickly on the phone, answering it with a surprised hello. It would be an understatement if I said I was shocked.

"Well, well. If isn't Nico. What could you possibly want?" I was also waiting for the conversation to continue in complete anticipation.

"Oh. So you want to give me the money now? Hmm, that sounds great! It is quite sooner than I expected, but your fiancé is thinning my patience anyways. Ok, let's meet at the city plaza. I'll be there as soon as I can. Goodbye now." He hanged up the phone, and I couldn't read his expression. He turned towards me and spoke with his annoying raspy voice.

"I'm just so glad that your husband is complying with me so well Renmen. I'm actually kind of surprised by the sudden decision, even kind of suspicious. Well, he must just miss you greatly. Ok, let's hurry and head on. I really want the money I deserve." I didn't have any energy left in me to respond to him, so I just ignored him.

My hopes were set on getting home safely, honestly anywhere but here. I wait patiently while he gathers the small amount of things he brought here. He eventually focuses his attention on me and says with sudden venom seeping through his voice.

"I will drug you in the car later on. It just makes me feel safer to drug you. It would be wise of you, if you just be obedient and don't try anything funny. I don't have time for your bullshit." I just abided with his command, didn't want to push him to the edge. He then dragged me towards the entrance door. When he quickly yanked the door open, I was utterly shocked when hearing a familiar deep booming voice.

"Samson Bullock I would advise you to release my fiancé from your grasp. I'm only going to repeat this once! I'm giving you a warning and it will best if you follow it!" Before me was standing a rugged man, whose whole being scream authority.

He had a dangerous tool lowered towards the ground. It was in his grasp, ready to use when necessary. His expression was cool and collected, as if this situation is a daily routine he deals with. He then suddenly fixed his eyes on me, offered me a warm and assuring smile. I returned my own pained one.

"Oh shit!" Was the idiot's reply. His next response was to hold me tighter in front of him. He then took out a knife laying the cold metal on my neck. So it was a typical cliché hostage situation, where I hope I don't urinate in my pants.

"Why must you make this harder than it should be Samson? If you do as I say, I might spare your life. What I'm I saying? Of course I'm not going to spare you. I'm going to torture you slowly, until you wish for your own death." Samson was slightly trembling, but not as much as I was. Of course I would be scared out of my wits if I was in Samson's shoes, Nicolas demeanor is terrifying.

"Fuck off Nicolas! Man, I should have fucking saw this coming. Ok Nicolas, you got me good. Congrats, but you know I'm the last person to give up so easily. I would suggest that you back off, before your fiancé is seriously damaged." Honestly, Samson looked like a complete fool. He was standing on the dry front lawn of the house and looking like a crazed animal.

I washed enough action movies with hostage situations to know that the bad guy always loses. So what makes Samson different? I keep repeating that to myself while feeling the knife slowly sinking into my flesh.

"Well, enough of this Samson, you are just wasting my time just looking at your pathetic form. Don't worry, this will be over soon anyway. And to think you thought you were in control. Shit, it makes me laugh every time." When the man with a sleigh smirk on his face finishes his sentence, I suddenly feel Samson body drop to the ground.

He was truly out cold, not a movement was made by him. Looking at him made him seem more pitiful. I quickly turned behind me, only to be faced with Brandon's intimidating figure. I'm guessing he was the one who knocked the lunatic out cold suddenly from the back of his head. He smiles whole-heartedly at me, and says something to me that makes me laugh.

"Was it just me or was he getting on your nerves too. I mean, plenty of things irritate me, but this guy really pushed a nerve." That remark made me burst out laughing. The laughter was full of confusion, relief, and a little bit of tenderness. And all I could say was.

"You honestly have no clue!"

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