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Jett
As soon as I had exited the bathroom, I immediately dialed the phone number of the one person who was always there for me, despite the fact that I was an ass to him 90 percent of the time.
"Aaron," I barked into the phone, just as he had picked up. I didn't even give him a chance to say 'hello'; hell, I barely even gave the guy a chance to breathe into the phone.
"What?" was his response. He sounded a bit worried, perhaps he knew there was something wrong. Maybe he could sense it, like a sixth sense or something.
"Faylin's been kidnapped!" I declared into the phone, my face etched into a mask, trying not to let my emotions get the best of me. I paced back and forth at the front of the restaurant, my unoccupied hand running its way through my already messy hair.
"Hold up," Aaron said, "she's been kidnapped?"
"Yes."
"How are you so sure that she's been kidnapped? Maybe she took a walk around somewhere. I bet you're just overreacting, man. Sit down, and chill out for a second," he instructed.
I immediately sat down onto the sidewalk and spoke clearly, "I found her earring in the bathroom."
"You found her earring? How is that a clue that she's actually been kidnapped? Dude, you need actual, solid proof that your wife has really been kidnapped before you call the police."
"She's missing. I'm telling you, I just know that she's been kidnapped," I shouted into the phone, ignoring the weird looks that people were shooting me, as they walked past.
"You can't just base all of this on an instinct."
"Wait," I murmured into the phone, "she had a stalker... some guy named Jack, or something like that. He was showing his interest in a way that she, and I, did not like. I basically had to yell at the guy, the other day to tell him to back off of Faylin. I think maybe he kidnapped her."
"Are you sure about this?"
"I am 100 percent positive."
"I still think you should take a look around the vicinity, and make sure she's not just hiding or something," Aaron insisted.
"I'm not wasting anymore valuable time." were the last things I said to him, before I hung up the phone. I then punched in a few numbers and held the phone up to my ear. I waited as the phone rang, and when someone picked up, I spoke fiercely into the phone, "Robert? I need a favor. How long will it take you to get to Paris?"
Jacque had left me tied up and alone throughout the night, and for that I was glad and a little bit annoyed. No, I wasn't annoyed at the fact that he left me alone, I was annoyed with him for leaving me tied up. My wrists were raw from all the rubbing I had done, trying to untie myself from the bed post. Unfortunate as it was, I did not succeed. All that did happen was that I just tired myself some more.
And to top it all off, I really needed to go to the bathroom, like really, really, really needed to go. I prayed to whoever was out there, that someone would come in, and help me in my time of need. I struggled a little bit more, but paused when I heard a creak. Someone was coming in. I tried my best to lay still, and pretend that I was sleeping. Sure, I had to go to the bathroom, but I'd rather pee in the bed, than ask someone to untie me and take me.
"Rise and shine, ma belle. I believe you have slept long enough." Jacque announced as he strode into the room, and sat down on the bed beside me.
I kept pretending that I was sleeping, so I wouldn't have to see his hideous face, but instead he decided to breathe on me. His warm breath gave me the creeps as he bent down closer to whisper into my ear.
"Wake up," he said, and then moved his mouth to graze his lips across my jaw.
"Ma belle, " he sing-songed, his lips moving dangerously close to mine. I quickly snapped my eyes open and glared at him.
"What?" I demanded.
"I wanted you to wake up, you've slept long enough," was his response.
"Oh, so you kidnap me and take me away from my husband. You then knock me out, tie me to a bed, and when I finally fall asleep, you demand that I wake up? I have had it with you! Just you wait until Jett gets here, he's going to shove your ass into jail, faster than you can say 'ma belle'!" I screamed mockingly, "and before he does that, I'm going to kick your ass!"
I breathed heavily, my declaration pounding through my head. Jacque just chuckled heartily as he looked down at me, "Is that all?"
"What do you mean 'is that all'?" I demanded.
"I was waiting for you to have your little fit. I'm just asking if you're done with your outbreak, so we can move on to more pressing matters." I narrowed my eyes at him. What on earth was this guy on?
"Well, I can come up with one pressing matter, will you untie me, or are you going to keep me tied forever? Because that would be totally pointless. What would be the point of having a wife, if you're going to keep her tied up?"
"Oh, I'll untie you, all right. But you have to promise not to run off screaming. Not that it will do you any good, since you don't know where we are. And even if you do scream, no one will come running to save you," Jacque smirked evilly as he pulled a knife out of his pocket. He brought the knife close to me, and I flinched.
Jacque laughed loudly as he moved the knife upwards, towards my hands, "no, ma belle. I won't cut you with a knife. I wouldn't want to ruin your beautiful body."
Jacque cut through the sturdy ropes, and instantly I moved my wrists down in front of my face and rubbed them. My wrists looked a bit red, and ached a little, but it wasn't anything that I couldn't live through. Jacque shook his head as he brought my wrists close to his face. "What have you done? You should not have struggled so much, now your wrists are raw."
"Yeah, well," I retorted, "maybe you shouldn't have tied me up! Then we wouldn't be in this situation!" I tugged on my wrist, intent on making him let go of me. Unfortunately all that ended up happening was that he tightened his grasp on me, and I winced in the pain.
"Why is it that you keep dwelling in the past? I kidnapped you, yes. But it was all for your own benefit. That disgraceful man does not deserve you. I do, and you will do well to remember that. Unless you want to face the consequences of your actions, which I may say, won't be very pleasant," he said as he gave me a threatening look. I moved back a little bit, because he looked pretty scary.
"But, " he went on, "if you do what I tell you, things will be very good for you, and you'll have some privacy and a little bit of freedom."
I was going to open my mouth and say something witty, but it was like a light shone down on me, "so," I started with a glint in my eyes, "if I comply with everything that you say, you'll give me freedom, and I can do what I want?"
"That was what I said, did I not?"
"Hmmmm," I murmured, "so what do I have to do to go to the bathroom?"
"Nothing, " was his response, "you may go." Jacque led me to the adjoined bathroom, and pushed open the door. He then motioned for me to go in. I looked at him weirdly, but complied. If I wanted a ticket out of here, it meant that I'd have to butter up this sicko. I got into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned the lock. I didn't think a lock would keep him out if he really wanted to get in, but it made me feel more secure.
I did what I needed to do, and flushed the toilet loudly. I turned the tap on and washed my hands and then with my damp hands I ran them through my messy hair, to tame it down. I looked around the bathroom for any windows, but there weren't any. Darn it!
I turned towards the door, but noticed my mouth didn't feel so great. I found some toothbrushes, but God knows if they were actually his. I wasn't planning on exchanging saliva with him, no matter how desperate I was. Fortunately I found some mouthwash and rinsed my mouth thoroughly with that.
Just as I had finished a knock came at the door, "ma cherie, what are you doing in there?"
"N-nothing, " I stammered, "Can I take a shower?"
There was a pause before Jacque spoke, "Can you?"
I rolled my eyes, annoyed, "May I?"
"You may." He responded. "I will leave your clothes outside the door, and there is a towel in the top cupboard. Do not take very long, or else I will have to come in and collect you." I shivered at the thought of him barging in when I was taking a shower.
"Okay," I responded as I quickly shed my clothes and got into the shower. I took a five minute shower, and rinsed my hair with the raspberry shampoo I'd been provided with. I grabbed the towel that I had set aside outside the shower and dried myself, and then wrapped it around my body. I stepped out of the shower and got another towel and dried my hair with it.
I then looked around the room and realized that I'd have to go out there sooner or later, and get some clothes. I very well couldn't wear the ones that were lying on the ground, they kind of smelled. So I tiptoed slowly to the door, and unlocked it. I twisted the knob and pulled it close to me. The coast was clear. I noticed that the clothes were placed neatly on the bed, so I ran to the bed and quickly grabbed the clothes and rushed my way back.
As soon as I tried to get back into the bathroom, Jacque stood in front of me and looked me over appraisingly. I swallowed noisily and mustered out, "Can I get into the bathroom please, to put my clothes on?"
Jacque looked me over once more and nodded as he moved out of the way, "don't let me keep you."
Once I had gotten into the bathroom, I locked the door and leaned against it, breathing harshly, "Jett," I murmured, close to tears, "where are you?"
"When was the last time you saw her?"
"I don't know, 10:00 a.m?" I responded, "I wasn't exactly looking at the time! Why are you asking me all these weird questions? Can’t you just go find her? I'm not going to sit around here waiting for her! If you don't go out to find her, I fucking will." Temper problems, you say? How about you try having your wife get kidnapped, and then see how you react.
"Look," Robert put a hand down on the table, "getting all worked up isn't going to get you anywhere. Calm yourself, okay? I'm asking you these stupid questions so I can determine where she is, who got her, and why she's been kidnapped."
I ran a hand through my already disheveled hair and sighed loudly. I felt so depressed and disconnected, and I didn't really know what to do about it. I just kept thinking back as to why Faylin had to be the one to be kidnapped, now that we were actually starting to get along and grow on each other. I mean I was starting to get to know her, and she had to be whisked off by some wack job. I sighed again, it wasn't her fault that she'd been kidnapped, and thinking about what happened would just depress me more. I had to think about what I could do, to get her back.
"Okay, I'm going to stop with the annoying bastard act. Let's get to the facts, and how to find her."
Robert cracked his knuckles and shot me a quick smirk, "Now we're talking. First things first, has there been any people who have been acting weird around your wife? Anyone that you would suspect of kidnapping her?"
I furrowed my eyebrows as I thought back as to who would want to kidnap Faylin. Just then it hit me, there had been someone odd, "Some guy named... Jack, or something like that. He was hitting on her yesterday, and kept demanding that she went out with him. I told him off, and then he apologized and left."
"Okay," Robert said as he nodded, "that's good. Can you remember what exactly he looks like?"
I closed my eyes and concentrated on his image, "blonde, straight white teeth, probably been bleached. Tall, I think maybe a few inches shorter than me, blue eyes?"
Robert wrote everything down and then stared at the page, "Is that all you can remember?"
"I'm not one to pay very close attention to people. I think maybe his nose was a little bit crooked, but I'm not 100 percent sure on that, though."
"Right, anything else?"
"He was well dressed. Suit and all, and that is all I can remember."
"Hmm," Robert murmured, "all right. If that is it, I'm going to get working with my team." Robert pushed back his chair and stood up, ready to leave.
"Wait, " I burst out, "can I do anything to help?"
"Yeah, you can," he said, "go back to your room and don't try to play the knight in shining armour."
"Wait a fucking second," I burst out, furious, "this is my wife we're talking about, and if you're going to go and save her, I want in on this plan and I want to be the one to retrieve her, and beat the shit out of that guy. And if you even think about saying no, well I'm going to make your life a fucking mess."
Robert looked at me surprised, "you're kidding, right?"
"Hell, no, I'm not."
"Fine," he replied rolling his eyes, "let's go."
After I had gotten into the bathroom, I was tempted to cry myself out. But I told myself that crying wouldn't help my situation and what I needed to do was to be strong, and pretend that I could actually get along with that freak. I had to believe that Jett would come and save me (yes, I dream big, but can you blame me?).
I got dressed in the disgusting clothes Jacque had let out for me. At least he'd given me proper undergarments, that weren't lacy and see-through. I pulled on the mini-skirt, that stopped at mid-thigh and the sequined white tank top. I looked into the full length mirror, and despite the fact that I hated him, he had okay taste in clothes. Not that I wanted to display half my body for him to see, but it was better than the towel.
I pulled open the door and ended up face-to-face with Jacque. Nervously I tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear and then clasped my hands in front of my stomach.
Jacque looked me over and smiled, "you look beautiful, cherie. Come, let us eat," and he held out a hand for me to grasp. I gulped and put out my shaking hand and clasped it in his. He mistook the shaking for nervousness, when in fact I was disgusted with him.
We walked in silence, and eventually stood in front of large, oak doors. Jacque pushed the doors open and led me into the dining room. He pulled out a chair for me and tucked me in, then went around to the other side and sat down right in front of me.
As soon as Jacque had settled himself in, maids came bustling in, their arms filled with dishes. They set the dishes down onto the table, and I looked at them in awe. The smell was intoxicating, and so amazing. My stomach instantly cried out for some nourishment.
Jacque nodded his head towards the food and lifted a platter of fruits, "please, " he smiled, "help yourself."
I was so tempted to throw all the food in his face and run away like a spoiled child, but then I berated myself and told myself that Jett would understand if I didn't starve myself to death for his sake. It wasn't as if I was enjoying myself or anything, I was doing it all to butter Jacque up and get myself out of there.
I filled my plate with ripe, luscious fruits, and delicacies that were known only to France. The amount of foods were endless, and by the end of the meal I was absolutely stuffed to the brim.
"Did you enjoy the meal?" Jacque asked me as I wiped my face with a napkin, in a very ladylike manner.
"I did, " I said as I stood up, "I don't think I'll be able to walk, now."
"Never mind that, " Jacque smirked a little bit, "I'll carry you," and then he swept me up in his arms and carried me out of the dining room.
"Wait!" I cried out, "It's okay, you can put me down, really. I can walk myself you know, I was just exaggerating. You know, stretching the truth, " I laughed nervously.
As I had been rambling on, I didn't notice that Jacque's face had been hovering close to mine, way to close for comfort. As I looked up at Jacque, he bent down and sealed his lips with mine.
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