Kidnapped

CHAPTER THREE

-TATUYANNA >

"Hello, Tatuyanna."

I pursed my lips and gave him a once-over skeptically. I'm in an extremely dangerous position, one wrong move and I'll have a bullet in my head for sure. These men don't look like they're scared to kill a kid like me.

"You won't talk? Fine, maybe you'll talk to him." He said and gestured for me to look into the big flatscreen tv behind him. It was black but soon turned on, revealing another man. But this one looked more terrifying to me. I felt myself slightly shrink back in fear. These men aren't like the bullies I fought at school. No, this was way more than I could handle. 

Even though I feel absolutely terrified right now, I don't let my mask slip. I continue to keep my eyes peeled. I could escape this somehow. There's definitely hope. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears as I met the scary stranger's eyes again.

He had naturally narrowed mismatched, dark green and hazel eyes just like mine. Along with a broad build, with tattoos on his knuckle, I could see him supporting his chin with his fist.

"You called me to show me a damn kid? Are you bored Fabiono? You're wasting my fucking time." His voice was deeper than I anticipated, it makes my heart stop. He was annoyed, and even though it wasn't completely my fault, it feels like it is.

The redhead sighs. "Not just any kid," he came over to me and began caressing my cheek with his finger. Slow and gentle strokes were against my cheek and jaw, and I was beyond disgusted.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled, but he ignored me, not even glancing at me. "I have to say, Padrino, she's a lot like her father. The little shit broke a window, jumped out of it, and tried to run, all in handcuffs. Isn't she amazing?" He taunted, forcefully grabbing my jaw to keep me from moving away. 

Not like before, his grip wasn't gentle, In fact, he was gripping it so tight, I was scared he was going to fracture it. The stranger in the video call didn't even seem phased. It's like he was forced to watch a show which wasn't the slightest bit interesting. That alone seemed to annoy this redhead, as I could hear him suppress an annoyed growl.

What is his deal?

I have no idea where this conversation going, and it's pissing me off. I want to know a step ahead of my future and be ready for it instead of it catching me off guard like I never knew what hit me.

"If you don't get to the point, I'm hanging up." The man in the video said, clearly bored and had way better things to do than sit here and be forced to watch a kid like me being harassed. I would've done the same thing, I mean he isn't getting to the point. "I second that. If you're going to kill me, do it already," I spat narrowing my mismatched iris' gaze at this redhead's side profile.

I noticed the guy on the call lifts one eyebrow, he seemed amused. That actually may be the first expression, other than irritation, that I've seen on him. That makes one of us. I am beyond pissed off and uncomfortable. I'm getting tired of sending each of these criminals glares as they kept staring at me with her pedophile gazes.

"See, there are a lot of things this kid's features might remind you of. I promise you, Padrino, you will not regret it. Just take a closer look."

I frown, confused. What could be so special about my acne-covered face? 

The stranger did just that, leaning forward squinting his eyes, and giving me a slow once-over. I saw a fraction of his eyes widen like they just realized something, his lips parting to add to the reaction. The image made my frown deepen. What does he know that I don't? The anticipation began to kill me. 

"She's mine."

Suddenly, the redhead burst out laughing, throwing his head down, locks of red hair falling over his eyes. "Finally. Without a doubt, this little shit has your features and an upcoming of her mother's body. Sure, can't wait to see that happening unless. . ."

"What do you want?" The guy asked jaw clenched. "I want the northern territory. You came into the picture and claimed something that was never yours. Hand it over." The redhead gritted, gripping my jaw harder. He was treating me like I'm something he can stress on. Currently, I felt like a punching bag. The only good thing is that he's not actually hitting me. God, I just hope he's not planning to. 

Also, are my damn ears failing me or did he just say I'm his?

What the hell?

"What are you talking about? I don't belong to any of you pedophilic A-holes, you hear me? Just kill me already. Cause you won't use me in any way at all. If you happen to try anything," I stare into every single man's eyes in the room, "It'll be a showdown. A fight for survival and I will win. Don't try me, you low lives!" 

I lastly find the stranger's heterochromatic eyes. "You're in for a hurricane, mister. I don't know you, and you don't know me, but I can guarantee that you don't want to see what I'm capable of. I don't fear anything except the one true God. After him, all you pedophiles are posers." I should probably shut up, but I'm panicking here, and I'm trying to distract myself from it.

"Deal. But I want that kid right now. Make sure you send her here as soon as possible." He demanded. I was stuck processing their words but couldn't come to an understanding. Half so because they flat-out ignored every single thing I just said, and because I can kind of grasp what was about to happen.

I can see the fact that I am being human trafficked right now.

This is sick.

"Oh, you'll see her soon enough. I just need to make sure you sign those papers. After that, you'll have her. We'll make sure she's taken care of unless you perhaps break this agreement."

The bastard laughed like a lunatic. "It's all on you, really." 

"If any of you touch her, I'll rain fire down that little territory of yours like God-made wildfire." 

That is all I heard before everything went black

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