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"The boys said to inform you that what you asked for has been done" I looked up at him my attention fully fixated on him this time "When" I asked, gathering the rest of my stuff left at the table side. "Last night boss" he replied in a low voice. "Get the car ready, we are leaving" and he left to do as I asked. I didn't know if I did what I did to her to prove a point and further inflate my ego or if my desperation just got the better part of me. I think it was both. Nobody ever rejected me. I always get what I want. I felt conflicted. Torn between the urge to prove a point and the yearning to know more about this woman whatever her name was. I had never looked at any woman once and felt like I wanted to have more than one conversation. But this woman sparked my interest so much she was on my mind the whole evening. As we drove through the huge gates of the Villa I kept contemplating the drastic step I had taken. I wanted to see her face again, I wanted to see her wrinkle her forehead when I make audacious comments again, I wanted to watch her get lost looking at me without realizing that she was doing that, I wanted to see her AGAIN. The car eased to a stop and I got off. Occasionally this place felt like my haven of protection other times it felt like a place wanted so badly to esca

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as still on. "Coward! Cowards!! That's what you all are". I thundered, completely neglecting the consequences. I got no response, the silence was deafening. Why wouldn't they speak to me? I could hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor. "I brought food", an unfamiliar voice said. "Please let me out" Tears welled up in my eyes. I was tired and disoriented. I didn't even know what day it was, I didn't know how many days I was out for. I just wanted it all to be over, I didn't know if I was supposed to take off my blindfold. I was low-key scared of meeting my captors and maybe not seeing them would make the experience bearable. I summoned the courage to take off my blindfold. My pulse raced as I struggled to control my quivering palms. My eyes struggled to get used to the minimal light present in the room. The room was furnished to taste and the bed had silk sheets confirming what I felt previously. This didn't look like an ideal place to hold a person hostage. It looked like a vacation house. Was I going to be fattened up first like a cow before slaughter? "Here's food ma'am" " a man dressed in a neat black suit with dark shades said to me pointing in the direction of a big tray positioned by the bedside. There was a whole buffet laid out. From the regular English breakfast to various other breakfast options. There was coffee, fruit juice, and an unope