At that mont, Jas adjusted his shirt, exhaled through his nose, and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He took one step forward, determined to shake off the irritation Abigail had left him with. But just as his foot hit the pavent, a black SUV screeched to a halt directly in front of him.
Jas froze. His brows furrowed imdiately. That wasn’t just a random car.
Before he could even blink twice, the door of the SUV flung open and three n in black jumped out like trained shadows.
"Hey! What the hell is this—" he barely managed to shout.
But one of the n lunged and grabbed him by the arms with so much force that it knocked him off balance. The others joined in. Jas struggled, wildly flailing his arms and legs, shouting, "Let go of ! Leave alone!" But it was no use. These n were stronger, faster and clearly knew what they were doing.
With terrifying precision, one of them pulled out a black cloth sack and yanked it over Jas’s head. Everything went dark.
"Shit!" he cursed under the sack, trying to kick back.
But in a matter of seconds, they lifted him like he weighed nothing and threw him into the back of the van. The door slamd shut. And then silence. No more shouting. No more resistance. Just the dull hum of the engine and the motion of the van as it sped away.
That was the last thing Jas rembered.
**
Ti passed Jas didn’t know how long but slowly, his consciousness began to return. His eyes fluttered beneath the sack. He felt heavy, dazed, like soone had knocked the air out of him. When he finally opened his eyes, the sack clothes was still covering his head.
His head pounded, he blinked a few tis and realized he wasn’t in the van anymore. He was seated in a chair, a dim light bulb above his head flickering weakly like in so underground facility or warehouse.
He tried to move his legs nothing. He tried to move his arms tied. His wrists and ankles were bound tightly with thick black rope. The chair beneath him creaked as he shifted, confirming what he feared:
He had been kidnapped, his breathing quickened.
Panic started creeping in slowly, but the room was so silent, so cold, and so isolating that it only made everything feel more real.
At that mont, with his hands tied tightly behind the chair and his legs barely able to move, Jas’s breathing grew shallow. His chest rose and fell in quick, panicked bursts. Tears were already streaming down his face, his lips trembling as he muttered in a broken, shaking voice.
"W-What did I do? Why ? What’s going on? I don’t understand..." he sobbed. "Why would anyone want to hurt ? I’ve never wronged anyone... I’ve never crossed any line..."
His voice cracked even more as the emotions flooded through him. "Cora... I know you’re behind this," he whispered bitterly, his head dropping forward. "You hit this hard, Cora? Why? What did I do to deserve this? You took everything from ! Everything! And still... still I ca back to beg. I swallowed my pride, I wanted us to talk. I wanted us to fix things... But you won’t even look at ..."
The despair in his voice was raw, each word sounding like it tore a piece out of him. He kept ranting, pleading, and weeping all at once his voice rising and falling, bouncing between anger and sorrow. "You said you wanted peace. Was this your idea of peace? To have dragged off like so criminal? Like a dog?"
Suddenly, the faint sound of footsteps echoed in the distance.
Jas froze.
Every part of him stiffened. His mouth clamped shut. His head jerked up slowly in the direction of the noise. The footsteps were heavy, firm, and deliberate. Whoever it was, they were not in a hurry. They were walking like soone who had complete control over everything. The air in the warehouse seed to thicken.
Then...Soone reached behind his head and yanked off the cloth bag.
The light hit his face, and Jas instinctively flinched, closing his eyes tightly. It took him a few seconds to adjust. His face twisted in discomfort as he blinked rapidly, struggling to make sense of what he was seeing. When his vision finally cleared, he turned his head slowly from side to side.
He was in a wide, dimly lit warehouse. The walls were stained. Rusted tal beams hung low. There were no windows, only high bulbs buzzing faintly. Shadows lood in the corners.
His heart sank instantly, his eyes landed on a table not far away lined with tools he couldn’t even na. Wires. A long tal pipe. Ropes. Duct tape. It looked like sothing out of a nightmare.
He tried to shift in his seat again but the ropes around his arms and legs held firm.
At that mont, Jas’s whole body went cold.
His eyes, still adjusting to the dim yellow lights that swung above him in the warehouse, were now fixed on the five intimidating n standing nearby. Their expressions were stiff. No emotions. No signs of pity. Their arms were crossed tightly, and they stood like they had done this a hundred tis before. He could tell from their posture alone that these weren’t regular bodyguards or hired thugs. These were trained n disciplined, dangerous, and not interested in chit-chat.
Fear tightened his chest, he gulped hard, trying to speak. The words got stuck in his throat. He wanted to beg. He wanted to plead. Even scream. But his mouth was too dry, his lips trembling too much to form a proper sentence.
His mind raced as he sat there, bound to the cold tal chair. It can’t be Abigail, he thought, shaking his head slightly. No... Abigail needs alive. She wouldn’t go this far, not yet. Not when I haven’t done the video. That only left one na on his mind again.
Cora, Yes, it had to be her.
She had taken his job, his reputation, and practically everything. But he never expected she would take it this far. Kidnapping? Warehouse? These n? Why? Why him? What had he done that she hated so much?
"I didn’t do anything wrong," Jas mumbled under his breath, as if hoping soone would hear and believe him. "I just wanted to fix things..."
But his thoughts were cut short.
Footsteps, he heard them slow, steady, echoing through the warehouse floor like a countdown to judgnt. Jas’s eyes darted to the large steel door at the far end of the room. Soone was coming.
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