Chap Three : His Captivator
Aditya
I drove through the jungle way leaving the chasing car far behind. Danny and Kero did their job by blocking them. I made my way towards our secret chalet, which was known to very few of my men. It was our hide out during raids and when we had to plan something secretly. Special network jammers were installed through out the places so that no one can trace our cell phone. That reminded me, I have to check her before I enter the areas just incase she was carrying her mobile or maybe if any GPS devise is attached with body.
I made a call to Danny to check if the chase was still on. He confirmed me that he was able to block all the cars. 4 Siddiqui soldiers died taking away one of my men. He also confirmed that Kero was 20 mins behind me and he himself was in the reachable radius of Siddiqui Mansion, which was almost 40 mins from where I am now.
I slowed the car and switched the auto mode feeding the information about the road then moved at the back, sliding in between the two front seats. Her left hand lay lifeless extending from the seat. Her head was rested on her left hand. When I came close to her I could see a violet blotch formation against her temple on the left side. I contrasted her white skin tone. I realized I was staring at her. I have seen many girls in my life, bedded even more than that if you want to know. But her beauty was something else. She looked vulnerable right now. Well all Mob family women are mostly vulnerable since they are not exposed to the other aspect of the world. They are trained to be docile and submissive. Before marriage they are under their father's ministration and afterwards their husband's word are the last word. They were not allowed to think about themselves. But somehow I didn't see that in her eyes when I first saw her in the Siddiqui Mansion.
Her eyes flashed seeing the gun against Maria's head as if, if she had a weapon in her hand she would have cared less before attacking me. She had the gusts to try to reach for her weapon that was tied against her garter belt. That reminds me of sliding my hand against her legs. f**k, that sent me current down my spine. Even though she lolled on my shoulders, the friction of my skin with hers created an undeniable spark.
She was forbidden for so many reasons. First, she was the enemies' sister. Second she belongs to the rival Mob family. Third his father killed my father. Everything about her and related to her screamed forbidden with capital letters.
Brushing off my momental slip I start my inspection thoroughly. I massaged her scalp running my fingers against her silky stands. Her hair was silkier than I thought. It felt like velvety satin against my fingers and I kept on running through them untangling her messy bun making sure I don't tangle them in the process. After a through check I checked her ears and neck that was devoid of any ornaments. My check continued as I started touching her body. I held her head to reach the zipper of the dress. Sliding it down and exposing her body in front of me felt wrong in so many ways no matter how many I had peeled from other women's body before. Everything about this woman felt different. She has a deadly figure. There wasn't any ounce of fat in her body. Her toned shoulders and flat abs gave me a hit of the girl under her skin. Her strong biceps told another story.
Her lacy lingerie tempted me to tear them apart and take her then and there. Immediately DANGER sign flashed in front of my eyes. She is my hostage. And more over she is comatose. I don't take girls like that. I want them totally in their senses and willing when I f**k them. But that is out of question as far as this woman in my arms is concerned. I would never touch her in my life. She is here just to get what mine, back.
Ignoring my bodily reactions I continued my search. I touched her everywhere to check if I find anything suspicious but I found none. Making her wear her dress again I placed her on the car seat, this time being a little careful than before and returned to my seat.
Kero called up to say, the road ahead is clear and I can change my route to enter the secret zone. I made a sharp turn towards the next exit and drove through the mud road. After fifteen minutes we reached the destination.
I killed the engine after parking the car. Getting out I opened the passenger door to pick my hostage up and deliver her to the right place. Even if she wanted she wont be able to escape. Firstly because she is unaware of the place, second no one around him would help her even if she try to bribe because she is going to be surrounded by my men. By my men I mean people I treat like my second skin. Even if her brother tries to take out information from Mahi he wont be able to because I have never brought her here in my den. And as per the information given by Akash, she is a runner but probably she never dealt with a man like Aditya Harsh Vardhan Hooda. It is next to impossible for anybody to escape him.
I dragged her out of the car showing absolutely no mercy. Gone was my untimely lust for this woman. Picking her up in my arms I walked straight inside the house through the back entrance then taking the stairs down to the underground in the torture cell.
Dropping her as a lump on the floor I did some cleaning. It was required. I wiped the blood stains from the floor shifted any sharp objects that was kept in the room. Going by her track record she might use them to untie herself. Once I was satisfied with the job I dragged her holding her leg and place her right in the center of the room. Her dress rode up in the process exposing her legs. She really had legs to die for. Right amount of muscles in the right places which also confirms that either she is into regular workout for she knows Martial Arts. Possibility of the first seemed more though. Girls of our society were barred from doing any type of activities that was done my men and men only.
I went towards the cupboard to get the leg cuffs. I was just making sure that I don't give this woman a change to escape and if for that I have to chain her then be it. It too gave me some kinky idea that I didn't want to encourage at all.
I took her hands next and tied them behind. Producing two adjustable loops in the opposite direction I started preparing the handcuff knot, I slid the rope against her wrists. Then with a square knot I tightened the middle part so that now she can no way open it by herself. This knot is so strong that only it can be opened with the help of one person.
After checking it twice and making sure this is securely fastened I blindfolded her. Then with my handkerchief I stuffed her mouth closed it with another piece of cloth. I know even if she screams, it wont reach upto anybody's ears but mine. But I wanted to make sure when she comes back to her senses she feels scared.
I went back to my room and switched on the CCTV cameras of the torture cell too keep a watch at her 24/7. Her brother attached from behind despite of knowing that Mahi is my girl and in our society nobody stoops so low by kidnapping prospective bride. Now he has to pay for it. If he wants his loving sister back he has to realize by girl or I will make suse ZOYA SIDDIQUI's life becomes hell.
Little did he know, his own life changed from ever the moment he carried this girl out of her house.
***
Zoya
I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't. Then I realized that my hands are tied from behind. And I am blind folded. An instant headache shot up the moment my brain started working. How long have I been like this? I tried to twist and turn to untie myself like I did many times but failed. I checked the rope that was tied against my hand. Holy Shit it was tied in a handcuff loop, which means it, was impossible to open without any help unless I find something sharp to cut it off. Even though my brother taught me how to untie several loops this was one loop, which next to impossible to untie.
It looks like whoever has tied me up did a pretty neat job and it has been long since I was unconscious because the rope almost cut my blood circulation and I was feeling numb over there. I more I struggled it started damaging my upper layer of my skin. I gave up fighting to open it. I definitely have to find some other way to open it.
The dull ache on my head was a reminder of what happened. I have been kidnapped. Now the question is who has kidnapped and why? My brother has tones of enemies. And belonging to one of the Mafia families my life has very different from other girls of my age. Since childhood I have been kept very secured. My growing up consisted of an abusive father, a brother who became a man at the age of 16 by killing his first human, my baby sister and two of my bodyguards who were more like a stone statues rather than a breathing human being. Sometimes I wonder do they even pee? If yes, then when? Sister and Me did home school as we were not allowed to go out due to contsnt threat of our enemies. So we were under tight security since we were born.
I scolded myself to calm down because if I kept on fighting I might end up bruising my wrist. What I did next was I tried to analyse the place which was quite impossible to figure out since my eyes were tied. Next thing I felt was the floor. It was concrete I understood from the texture and feel. Smell of oil confirmed me that I was kept in some kind of of a factory or a garage. I didn't even try to scream because the cloth that was stuffed inside my mouth almost made me gag. When I tried to get up I found my legs are chained. Bloody hell. Who the hell kidnapped me? Whoever did it they know who I am. Because in normal circumstances they wouldn't chain a woman unless they know that I am master in escaping.
I have been kidnapped many times but no one could ever keep me more than 24 hrs. That answers why I am chained. Now the question is who is this person or the gang? And what exactly does they want.
I have to find something that might help me to cut the rope but cutting the chain would be next to impossible.
That's when I start rotating myself from one point to the other inside the space. As far as my experience goes the room isn't more than 100 sqft. My assumption about a factory or a garage was wrong. The smell of the rain suggested that I am inside some private area and in a sealed of room like a locker room sort. I stopped rolling the moment I sit something that feels like a wood, a door, maybe.
I tried to get up which I was successful in doing and found the door handle. With the help of my elbow I tried to open it but obviously it was locked. Next thing I did was to open my blindfold. After a lot of try I was able to hook the stipe of cloth against the door handle. Then slid it and myself up worked. The blindfold slid down exposing the room in front of my eyes.
I know this kind of room because I have one in my own house. It is the torture cell which mean I am kidnapped by a gang. And the way they chained me if was next to impossible to escape from here.
Constant digital beeping confirms that I have been put inside in the digitalized area and my every move is watched. I checked the corners of the room so see the installed cameras. I knew one thing now, I can only escape using my brains an not my physical power.
The only way to get out of here is to play victim because there is no other alternative. I simply can't go out without the kidnappers help but before that I have to find out who they are.
***
Someone punched several numbers revealing the other side of the door. A tall guy, who must be in his early twenties came inside and checked me out. His eyes raked through the entire room checking out something before stopping at me. Then he came and unlocked the chain from the source. Holding my biceps he picked her up and made me stand on my feet then dragged me out of the room.
"Welcome Miss Siddiqui, a very masculine sound greeted me when the buffed up boy pushed me inside a room."
"Hello to you too Mister, I threw back at him in a very mocking manner."
"Nice to see a Siddiqui daughter showing so much courage."
"And what a cowardly act by Mister..."
"Aditya Harsh Vardhan Hooda.
He whose back was facing me when I entered the room like looked like a library turned to face me.
Holy Mother of Jesus, this man screamed power and authority.
Anupamaa
