||Valeria||
One.
Counting—I swallow the lump stuck in my throat.
Two.
I breathe in and out silently to control the unruly rhythmic beat of my heart.
Three.
I inhale deeply and release the air softly. I flinch at the pain that passes through my frontal due to the force of the breath I took.
Okay. Let’s do this, I tell myself internally.
Wait… Before I open my eyes, why does it feel so… cushy and comfy? Wasn’t I supposed to be in some sort of a… I don’t know. How do kidnaps work again? According to what I’ve gathered from the movies, isn’t this the time I should be in insurmountable anguish, begging for my dear life, comfortably cruising on the cold, hard floor with a bruised pained body—which I technically am but not due to the kidnappers doing though.
I crack one eye open but press it shut immediately—too much light.
I take another deep breath and try my luck again.
What the…
“Uhhmm,” I cough dryly to get the attention of the person with their back facing me, squinting my eyes to minimalize the quantity of light entering my eyes.
“Oh, you’re awake?” The person—girl chirps.
“You’re awake?” I draw my brows together. “That’s all you’ve to say? That I’m awake?”
“Ms. Valeria what do you want me to say?” The girl looks at me sweetly.
I narrow my eyes at her in fury. “You’re asking?” I raise my voice.
“Please I’m just the messenger.” She looks at me. “Don’t take your fury out on me.”
“Messenger?” I ask her. “Messenger for what?” The girl just looks at me uncomfortably and look away. I move in the soft-beyond-comprehension king-sized bed. A groan leaves my lips at the pain that shot through my body. I grind my teeth with my eyes closed waiting for the pain to subside. I swallow and open my eyes. I make myself comfortable on the bed.
“What’s your name?” I ask her after a short while. That stops her from whatever she was doing. She turns around timidly.
“Oasis. My name is Oasis miss.” She tells me.
“Oh.” I nod my head. “Call me Valeria. Why do you call me miss?” And just like before my question is answered with unnerving silence. I sigh at that.
“Okay Oasis. Can you at least answer this question for me?”
“Depends.” She raises an inquisitive eyebrow that’s unbelievably black and full on her brown skin.
“Uhhmm…” I swallow. “Am I like… you know…? Uhm, am I abducted?”
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
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