I really thought that we had a genuine connection… but I was wrong.. and as a result, I was now whisked away with an unimaginable match.
As we left the familiar surroundings of the training center behind, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were walking into a trap from which there would be no escape from…
What had Miss Felicity signed us up for and why?!
As the car rumbled along the winding road, Erin and I exchanged uneasy glances, our minds racing with questions and fears of where we were going and with who?
The silence in the car was suffocating, broken only by the low hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of paperwork.
I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at me, a sense of impending doom hanging over us like a storm.
As we approached the airport, my heart sank at the sight of a sleek black jet waiting on the tarmac, its engines purring softly in the distance. The Russian flag emblazoned on the side sent a shiver down my spine, filling me with a sense of foreboding.
I also spotted Kanes white jet parked only a short distance from it; which helped to sadden me more with the thought that I was
about to put more distance between my chance at a happy future with him…
What is this?” Erin whispered, her voice barely audible over the rumble of the engine and her concern for our situation reaching my
ears only.
Were these males Russian?! I had only ever read bad things about the way Russian males run things in their own country…
I shook my head, unable to find the words to answer her. The situation was beyond anything I could have imagined, and the sight of the jet only served to confirm my suspicions that we were in way over our heads now!
As the car came to a stop beside the waiting jet, Marcus and Victor wasted no time in ushering us out of the vehicle and towards the waiting aircraft. The sound of the engines grew louder with each step we took, drowning out the pounding of my heart as fear gripped me like a vice.
It seemed that they were both in a rush to leave with the jet warmed up and ready to go the second we had all climbed on board.
We didn’t even pack or bring much of our stuff… I thought to myself thankful that we had each other at the very least.
With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realised that there was no turning back now. Whatever fate awaited us on the
other side of that jet, we were about to face it head–on, whether we were ready or not.
As we all got on board, Marcus and Victor began to exchange terse words in Russian, confirming their home language.
I couldn’t help but find their voices low and menacing, as Erin and I again exchanged a worried glance for one another. We couldn’t understand what they were saying, but the tone of their conversation sent a shiver down my spine alone.
The air crackled with tension as they continued to converse, their expressions growing increasingly sinister with each passing moment. I strained to catch any semblance of understanding from their words, but it was like trying to grasp at smoke – elusive and insubstantial.
Before we could protest or ask what was happening, Marcus (who I think was the black haired one) grabbed Erin roughly by the arm, his grip like a vice as he forced her into one of the seats. I could see the fear in her eyes as she struggled against his hold, her voice rising in protest, but Marcus paid her no mind.
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With a swift motion, he fastered the seatbelt around her, pulling it tight until it dug into her skin. Erin winced in pain, but Marcus showed no mercy, his face a mask of cold indifference as he silenced her protests.
I tried to intervene, to reason with Marcus and Victor, but before I could even speak, Victor (the blonde) had grabbed me by the shoulders, his grip like iron as he pushed me down into the seat besle Erin. I could feel the panic rising within me as he fastened the seatbelt around me, his movements swift and efficient.
‘P–Please, it’s too t–tight!” I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear and desperation.
But my words fell on deaf ears as Marcus and Victor continued to work, their expressions unreadable as they secured us in our seats as much as possible with a sharp hush from one of them whenever we would attempt to speak.
Now crying, I couldn’t hold my emotions back- as the events from the whole morning finally came crashing down on me like a
tsunami.
As the engines of the jet roared on, drowning out any further protests, I exchanged a helpless glance with Erin.
Trapped in our seats and at the mercy of these two dangerous men, there was little we could do but brace ourselves for whatever lay ahead in the foreign location which we had assumed to be headed.
Our day had well and truly took a turn for the absolute worst, and my brain struggled to catch up with it all.
Why couldn’t Kane and Seth just give us one last chance? Why couldn’t they fight for what we had?
It was all over…
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Tamar Larsson
Am I the only one who thinks this is getting downright ridiculous?
Wanda Berlin
have you never read a werewolf book? at some point the girl always gets kidnapped.
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