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Chapter Six
Brrring.
The cell in the young adult’s pocket went off on a little version of one of the many pop songs that was popular at that time. Pulling it out of his pocket and flipping it open, he furrowed his eyebrows together as he read the number, not recognizing it. Pressing the phone to his ear, he spoke. “Hello?”
“Mr. Ramsey?” The voice was low, sensuous and more than slightly evil.
Jason frowned, ignoring the inquisition. “Who’re you?”
The voice chuckled. “Just who I am is of no importance. What is of importance is what you consider to be in your possession at this moment.”
He could only be referring to Sasha. His interest perked, Jason leaned against the door of his red Mazda, a gift from his father, and idly picked at a tiny rust spot. “So what if I do, Mr…?”
More chuckles, this time coming dangerously close to laughter. Jason suspected that whoever it was on the phone never laughed unless he was mad. What was this fucker on? “Mr. Ramsey, I have a business proposition for you.”
Attention now fully on the strange caller, Jason slid into the seat and propped his feet up on the dashboard. “A business proposition? Tell me.”
“Deliver your… recent accessory… to me and you will receive appropriate payment. But the requirements are that she must be alive… and unharmed.”
“What?” Surprised, Jason nearly dropped the cell phone. Not harm Sasha? That was the whole reason he had kidnapped her in the first place!
Sasha Brennan, in Jason’s opinion, was the most infuriating person enrolled in Casement High- the school they both attended. For years, Jason had been Sasha’s tormentor, reveling in her cowering looks and her whimpers of pain. For almost a full two years now, Jason had dreamed of kidnapping the spoiled brat of the politician, and teaching her that she was no better than them.
And now he was being asked to give up that hard-worked for opportunity to -and-Mighty? Fat chance. “I’m gonna have to decline your offer, Mr…”
The voice ‘tsk’ed. “Well, that’s a shame.” This was the third time Jason had asked the stranger his name, and it was the third time the voice had completely avoided it! He should just hang up on him now, and go about his planned business with his captured prize. But, as if he was reading Jason’s mind, the voice continued, still in that velvety-like deception. “Don’t think about hanging up on me, Mr. Ramsey. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider your answer?”
Jason started to growl his ‘answer’, but the stranger cut him off once again.
“Here. Let me make this deal a little sweeter.” He named a sum of money, and Jason gaped, astounded. That much money for one girl? No female was worth that much, in his opinion.
“I-I’ll take it. But on one condition. I want in on the action too.” Jason ground his teeth together in frustration and anger. He would not give up his prize without being able to have some fun!
The velvety voice sounded skeptical. “Are you sure, Mr. Ramsey?” At Jason’s affirmative, it continued. “Very well. I’m assuming that you don’t have anything to do for the rest of the day. If you do, you have 30 minutes to cancel it and bring Miss Brennan and yourself to a place of my appointment. I will call you in 25 minutes and tell you where you will be heading.
“Once you get there, tell the men you see that you have some goods for them, and tell them that you’re the new recruit for Acid. And trust me, if you try to skip out on us and keep the girl, then you will not like the consequences. And do hurry. I do so hate to be kept waiting.”
Currently, her prison consisted of four solid brick walls, no windows, and one locked door. Scattered about about the room were old pieces of furniture; a rocking chari, two deck chairs, a rusting bed frame, and a creaky old piano. After checking the door to make sure she wasn’t missing a chance at escape, Sasha turned around, wondering what to do.
Sighing, the girl groped her way back to where she had awoken and sat down heavily. Bringing her legs to her chest and resting her chin upon her knees, Sasha thought about what to do… but there really was nothing to do except wait and think. And lately, thinking had become rather interesting.
What happened? …oh, right… Kat… kissed… me, I freaked out and ran away. Got lost, found myself in a park, and somebody knocked me out. Wait… no… Sasha paled and started to shake, looking around as if her abducter would appear right in front of her. It wasn’t just anybody that got me. It was Jason… oh no…
After a few minutes of panicing, Sasha’s calmer side prevailed and she quieted down, breathing deeply to slow her racing heart. Certainly Jason would be back- he wouldn’t dump her here for no reason. How soon, Sahsa didn’t know, because she didn’t know how long she had been unconscious. “O-okay, Sasha. He’s going to be back, and it p-probably won’t be to let me go. I’ve got to f-find a way to defend myself.” But almost as soon as she voiced her thoughts, the girl began to despair. There were no weapons in here! Only dusty, old furniture! Wait-
In Sasha’s mind, a section of the book she was currently reading flashed. The heroine had been in a situation similar to Sasha’s. To help herself escape, the heroine used any weapon that came to hand, including the butter knife with her food. Weapons were everywhere- Sasha just had to find one!
Now that her eyes were more used to the darkness, Sasha pushed herself up off the ground once more, but this time in a slightly better mood. Now, what could be made into a weapon on short notice? The first thought that came to Sasha’s mind was the bed frame. Perhaps there was a sharp piece of metal over there? Going over to the piece of furniture, Sasha began to trail her fingers lightly over the frame, wary of the cuts she could receive.
There. As her searching fingers slid over what seemed to be a jagged piece of rusting metal, the girl grinned. Attempting to pick it up, Sasha found it was no bigger than the palm of her hand. “Perfect,” she breathed, a soft, feral smile crossing her features.
Suddenly the girl shook her head and her own antics. “What am I doing?” Sasha made her way back to where she had originally been sitting. Sliding back down into a crouch, Sasha dropped her impromptu weapon next to her. “I’ve never fought anyone in my life.” Much less Jason, who was probably a head and shoulders taller than her and probably weighted twice her 100 pound frame.
But then again… what Sasha lacked in size, she made up for in agility. Being a gymnast had its advantages. Besides, she couldn’t let Jason and his slobbering minions walk all over her. Plus, it had to have been at least an hour since she’d run out of Kat’s house, so her girlfriend was probably out looking for her already.
Thinking of her girlfriend caused a sharp stab of regret in the teen. Why had she run away? Stupid, overreacting child! Is it so hard to try it? Sasha smiled softly at her own rashness. Was it so hard to admit she had liked the kiss?
I did not. It was too soon… that’s all. Too soon after he tried that. It’s only been 24 hours, after all! Wow, it had only been a day since Jason had… had… shying away from the memory, Sasha sat for a moment more. Anger blossomed inside her chest, filling her in a way nothing had ever done before, not even joy. Enough anger so that Sasha no longer questioned making- and using- a weapon which would protect her.
Going over to the piano, she dug inside for a cord, preferably one of the higher notes- the higher a note on the piano, the smaller, thinner the strings got. Finding what she thought was a high A sharp, she got a good hold on it and yanked, ripping out a cord about five feet long.
Returning to her spot by the wall once more, the prisoner rummaged around to find her piece of sharp iron. As her fingers closed about the fist-sized weapon and drew it out of its hiding spot, Sasha then snapped the cord in half. One half she wound around her left wrist, the second part she fastened to her makeshift weapon via a hole at the base of the rusty spring.
But before she could do anything else, however, she heard a lock click. Hastily hiding the weapon behind her back, but keeping it gripped firmly in her hand, she turned to face the direction of the only door that led out into the world with a sinking feeling of trepidation. But the moment the door opened, the lights clicked on, bathing the small room and blinding Sasha at the same time. Blinking furiously, Sasha waited for her eyes to adjust to the light. When they cleared, she looked up towards the doorway.
As she had expected, but at the same time dreaded, Jason stood there, his muscular frame filling the doorway, blocking any chance of squeezing past him into freedom. An ugly sneer warped the handsome face of the teenager, and Sasha couldn’t help the small whimper that forced its way out of her mouth. Jason began walking towards the frightened girl slowly, his sneer changing to a devilish smile at the sound of her small whimper.
“Don’t worry, bookworm. I’m not going to hurt you. We’re just going for a ride.” Bringing his hands out from behind his back, Sasha paled as she saw they held a length of very rough-looking rope.
Gripping the spring tightly behind her, she backed away from the advancing Jason. “Get away from me!” Sasha half-shrieked, much to her disgust.
Jason simply laughed, not halting his stalkerish walk. “Is my poor bookworm scared? Awww…” his smile almost seemed nice for a moment, but then Sasha shook herself mentally.
“I’m not yours!” she growled, having backed herself into the wall. Getting to her feet slowly, Sasha kept her eyes on Jason. “I’m not anybody’s.”
Her attacker laughed again, high-pitched enough that Sasha winced. “I see my bookworm has finally gotten a backbone. I think I should teach you not to talk back to me.” Jason’s smile slowly turned even nastier, if that was even possible, and he began advancing on Sasha menacingly.
Sasha was frozen to the spot, but once Jason started to reach for her, she reacted. Shrieking “Stay away from me!” she lashed out with the arm behind her back, and watched in horror as a line of red began to form where she had slashed him. Jason jerked his arm back, cradling it against his chest.
“Why- you little bitch!” He lashed out with his uncut arm, but Sasha ducked, scrambled to the side, and bolted past her captor and towards freedom. Making it to the door, Sasha didn’t even pause to look around, she simply slid out the door.
Someone- Sasha wasn’t able to see who- grabbed the girl as she rushed out into the daylight. Struggling wildly in the iron grip, Sasha gasped as a wet cloth was placed over her mouth and nose. Fighting for breath, the teen gagged on the stench. Gradually, however, her struggles became weaker and her mind became muddled. The last thing she heard was Jason’s voice and the feeling of being hoisted over someone’s shoulder like a pack of potatoes.
“It’s about time. Now lets get her into the van.”
End
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