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You are a slave when you are no longer master of yourself.

- Elizabeth Rosefield?

- No, I answered very unsure of myself.

Bravo Elisabeth, a real child.

The man who had asked me the question sighed.

Of course he knew who I was. The question was just politeness. This kind of man should never hit the wrong target, that was for sure.

He gestured to two men who each took one of my arms. Faced with this unwanted contact, I let out a high-pitched cry.

The superior of these men turned to face me.

He was so close I could feel his breath hitting my face. Without realizing it, I felt a spike against my lower stomach. Looking down I saw a sharp, sharp knife.

- One more cry and I'll shove it into your uterus. You who always wanted a big family, wouldn't you put your only means of realizing your dream in jeopardy? he asked, a sadistic smile floating on his thin, not very hydrated lips.

Shocked by his threats, I didn't struggle the least bit when they ushered me into the black car.

In my head I tried so hard to understand how he could have known something so intimate about me, him, this man with the closed and unknown face.

How could we be so cruel? Threatening someone like that was not only punishable by law but also very sadistic.

Elisabet we are dealing with a disturb.

The clicking sound of the lock on the armored car snapped me out of my brief reverie.

I was now a prisoner.

The kidnapper once again turned to me, he looked at me and when he laid his eyes on me I felt dirty. I felt like this stranger had a complete lack of values. That was also the only reason which prevented me from rebelling as I was so used todo since I was a teenager.

- Very well mistinguette we will talk a little you and me, he began.

For answer, I spat on him. It was certainly not very feminine but I swayed against it.

In a split second he jumped on me and put his imposing hand on my neck.

Lying on the seat of the huge car, him on me holding me by the neck, I seriously began to wonder why I was there.

- Wild as I like them, he said, hiding his head in my neck.

I tried to struggle with what little strength I had, but nothing or doing.

I thought I was going to be raped on this seat when suddenly the driver intervened.

- The boss said not to touch her and I don't want to be an accomplice to that Ivan. Let go of the girl.

Slowly he turned his head towards the driver. A staring game then began, a duel of lions.

My attacker turned his gaze and planted it on me.

- Don't worry Carl, I was just clearing up a few things with our friend.

He eyed me, every inch of my face violated by his unhealthy eyes.

- First you will keep very quiet okay?

I swallowed my need for rebellion for once realizing that it was my only way to survive.

Yet I didn't lower my gaze, I held his dark, evil eyes.

- You're going to be very nice until we get there, otherwise I swear your body will be scarred by me.

Leaving me as whitish as he was worried, he straightened up and sat down next to me.

- You'd better sleep bella we still have long hours of driving ahead of us.

As far away as possible from him, glued against the left door, I watched the landscape parade to the rhythm of the car and little by little I fell asleep with my head against the door.