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It had been a full week since I had been kidnapped by these maniacs, and I was losing patience. All they did was lock me up in this room. I spent every second in here and had come to hate it so much.

Pacing kept me sane, but my feet hurt badly now. I was so anxious.

I was less and less sure about my escape as the days passed. The beauty all around me had faded, darkened by my dark thoughts, turning this house into a prison I had to escape from.

The staff that brought me breakfast, lunch, and supper never talked. I would beg and plead but they just ignored me, which was like pouring fuel to my anxiety.

My nails were all chewed off, something I did when stressed.

I needed to get out of here.

When was this boss coming back?

I was so angry it made me shake. But I was terrified. How could anyone do this? What could they possibly want from me? Money? My dad's company?

My throat tightened at the thought of the last thing that popped into my head, but I shook it away. There was no reason to think of the worst. It would only heighten my anxiety. I was exhausted of being cooped up, and was really going crazy from not talking to anyone. I loved talking. Gosh, I could talk all day, and this just felt like so much torture right now. I was told that the female clothes were mine, so I decided to wear them even though they were a bigger size.

When the boss got here, I would offer him some deal. Maybe five million bucks or ten, it was nothing. My mom would have to refund me.

As beautiful as this place was, I wouldn't be staying for long.

I had been sitting in the window watching the wonderful view, when the door swung open and I almost fainted. The most handsome guy I had ever seen stood there wearing a black designer suit. He was tall, like 6 maybe 6 and half foot tall. His body was sculpted, I could tell through his shirt.

He had black eyes which just seemed to see straight to my core, going along with his well sized nose and dark lips. His hair was silky and short, falling over his forehead. There was this dark aura about him, as handsome as he was, he looked scary. His face was murderous, and his body hard and firm.

Urgh, this isn't some romance novel, Harley. This is serious. I thought, mentally slapping myself. I didn't know what to feel, really.

I was scared, like really scared.

As funny and crazy as it was I suddenly imagined us in a movie, him walking in with a sword in hand having fought men that had captured me, my knight in a shining armour. I imagined him staring deep into my eyes.

"You're so beautiful," The words would escape his lush lips softly before he would scope me into his strong arms and kiss me senselessly.

"Tom! Who is this?!" His husky, harsh voice rang out, shaking me to the core. His eyes seemed lifeless and he had dark marks under his eyes.

"Ahhh, this is Loala, the girl you told us to take boss," The guy who guarded the room -- Tom, said giving his boss a questioning look.

"I am not Loala!" I decided to butt in, standing up and walking to the two dashing men.

"How dare you kidnap me and keep me cooped up here? The nerve of you! " I said with my head held high.

"Do you know who I am? Do you always go off kidnapping people from the streets, are you insane....." I never got to finish my sentence, because I was suddenly in the air then on the ground.

Pain spread over my cheek, my hand now holding where he slapped me.

How dare he? I felt like crying so bad as rage built up inside me.

"Ah w-what...." I was cut off as he walked over with long strides and picked me up by the neck, throwing me so my back would hit the corner of the bed.

A scream bubbled up my throat involuntarily. It felt like my back was on fire. Never in my life had I been beaten by anyone. Before I knew it, someone was punching me on the face so hard I could feel something warm and metallic filling my mouth.

"How dare you shout at me bitch!" His voice was so loud and scary now. I shivered at the sound of his cruel voice and heartless gaze as pain I had never felt before spread through my body.

All fairy tale fantasies gone now; this shit was real.

He pulled me by my hair, forcing me to face him while he squatted to my level.

"But boss, she's the girl. We followed her and took her from a gas station." Tom said looking so nervous.

"No idiot! This is not the fuckin' girl, you piece of shit." The boss said before he spat on my face.

My body shuddered as I bawled from the agonizing pain. I felt disgusted; the feeling churning my stomach. Dropping my head roughly to the floor, he moved towards Tom.

"You took the wrong girl, you moron! You lost the love of my life and picked up this trash," The boss's words were echoing all over the room.

Suddenly I heard a fist colliding with a jaw and I swore it almost broke. My whole body quivered as I realized the kind of danger I was in. I had to get away.

The boss was now straddled over Tom, throwing fists at his pretty face. My eyes moved to the door and I jerked myself up and ran for it. Pain exploded all over causing me to bite my lower lip hard. I had to get out. Now! Tears made it hard for me to see but I ran for the door and out towards my freedom.

There was a long corridor, with doors on either side, and it was getting harder and harder to run. Finally I saw a flight of stairs, so I took them as quickly as I could muster. They took forever, and just when I thought I reached the ground, I saw more. Tears flooded from my eyes and down my cheeks, from the pain on my back.

Run, Harley, run! My inner voice was chanting over and over again. Adrenaline pumped, poisoning my body, and giving me all this strength.

I almost laughed when I saw the first floor. Just ahead of the steps stood a front door, but there are two guards standing, armed with guns .My heart hammered and I nearly fainted when suddenly I heard a ding looking to my right to witness the doors of a lift opening, revealing a monster.

His hands and shirt were covered with blood, his face murderous. I collapsed on to the ground just by looking at him.

"Please... please!" I didn't even know what I was begging for, I hadn't done anything wrong. He was the one that kidnapped me. My tears choked me, as I crawled away from the brutal savage towering over my aching body. His eyes were red, his face shimmering from anger. Slowly he walked towards me; his murderous eyes focused on me.

"Please, I am sorry! I just want to go home. Please!"

I felt like I was in a movie and It was that scene at the end when they kill the main character.

His hands were balled into tight fists and slowly he closed the distance between us.

"Oh, God!" I cried out, remembering all the bad things I had done. I was going to hell.

Was this karma? Was I being punished for being a supposed 'mean girl'?

Gosh, I was going to hell.

I stopped crawling away, casting my head down, and my cries louder. My head felt faint and my whole body ached.

"Please God, please God," I said to myself, expecting a miracle. Thinking maybe this was all just a bad dream.

His black shoe connected with my jaw, causing me to fly across the room. I thought my jaw was broken as blood spilled over my mouth and pooled on the floor as I coughed. I thought I was losing my mind over the pain. Grabbing me by my neck he stared at my bloody face before spiting on it and punching me over and over again.

My mind seemed to be floating on air as my eyes shut before it all went black.

Was I dying?

Lord forgive me.