Page 16 of Hostage of the Bratva

The car slowed, entered a large gate, and came to a stop on the shore. There was a no-trespassing sign huge as life, and it looked like we were at a private dock. Luder got out and walked around to my side. He opened the door and held out his hand.

“Come, Skyler,” he said. “Don’t make it hard.”

I shifted out of the car, ignoring his gesture, and looked around. To the back was the big gate with fencing running in both directions as far as I could see. There were also guards every two or three meters apart along the fence. Before us was the dock with about five boats at the sides.

Luder reached out and took my hand. I glanced up at him as I pulled my hand back. “No, take me home.” I spat at him as I stepped back to get into the car.

Once again, he grabbed my arm and started pulling me towards the boats. “No, help me, please,” I screamed, pulling back. I wasn’t going to go in one of those; this was it. I had to get out, or I wouldn’t ever see my life again.

Luder pulled me close and picked me up. He threw me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. He held my legs against his chest as I tried kicking. I formed my hands into fists and laid them down on his back. But nothing seemed to faze him as he kept moving.

The guards weren’t faded by my screaming either; they just kept doing what they were. I wasn’t sure which boat we got onto as he pulled me back over his shoulder into his arms, stepping on board one of the yachts. I tried to wiggle out of his arms, but his grip was powerful. He carried me down into the yacht, down a short hallway, and into a room.

Stepping in, he kicked the door closed behind us before dropping me onto a soft bed. I scurried away from him, sitting up against the window. Looking over my shoulder, I noticed the bars across the window. Glancing around, I noticed the other two windows also had bars.

This wasn’t a room, it was a jail, I thought as I noticed the locks on the door. It was a large room. There was a big old wooden table towards one side, and a small kitchen set-up with a fridge, kettle, etc. On the other side, then there were also some cupboards, shelves with books and cabinets.

I had to admit the bed was quite comfortable and soft. Luder walked to the fridge and poured a glass of fresh juice. As he handed it to me, I wondered if he had been keeping tabs on me. Or was it only a coincidence that he knew I liked fruit juice?

“Right then,” he said, sitting on the end of the bed.

I pulled my legs up to my chest to create some space between us. Sipping at the juice, I glared at him across the rim of the glass. My crying had stopped, and my fear was slightly subdued, but I wasn’t ready to be entertained by him. The juice, however, was welcome as my throat was parched.

“Give me your phone, Skyler,” he ordered.

I lowered the glass and looked him in the eye. “No, it’s my phone, you can’t have it.” I placed the glass down and moved my purse behind me. My phone was in my suit pocket, but he didn’t know that. Maybe I could fool him and tell him I left it at home if he didn’t find it in my purse.

Luder moved closer and started to pull me down on the bed. He took hold of the purse strap and pulled as I slid down. I was clutching it for dear life, but he got it out of my grip after a while. By the time he managed to pull it from me, we were lying sideways on the bed.

Jumping up, Luder looked like a small child who had won a prize. I couldn’t help but smile as he jumped up and down. He wasn’t acting as I would have expected, and I wondered if Bratva was as bad as people made it out to be. He wasn’t using a gun on me or frightening me in any way except for kidnapping me.

He searched through my purse but couldn’t find my phone. After a bit, he looked at me. “Where is it?” he asked. His voice had a serious tone, and all the ease I felt dissipated.

“Isn’t it in there?” I replied, raising my eyebrows. “Maybe I forgot to take it this morning,” I added, shaking my head. “I was in a rush, so it may still be at home.”

Luder looked at my purse and then at me with curiosity showing on his face. “You like to play games, don’t you?” he asked as he dropped my purse to the floor and stepped closer to the bed.

“No,” I replied, trying to sound confident. “It must be at home, I swear.”

Luder didn’t look convinced. I moved back up and got off the other side of the bed as he leaned forward, reaching out for me. “It’s at home,” I said, walking backward.

He jumped onto the bed and lunged at me. “I don’t have time for this now, Skyler.” He snapped as he grabbed me by the shoulders. I turned and tried to push my hands up between his,hoping to get out of his grip. But it didn’t do anything except maybe upset him.

“Stop playing games,” Luder exclaimed as he turned me and shoved me back onto the bed. He sat over me on the bed as he patted me down.

“Get off me,” I screamed, trying to take hold of his hands.

Luder pulled my hands together above my head and pinned them with one hand. “Stop,” he said harshly as his other hand trailed down my sides.

I felt my stomach turning as he softly left a tingling sensation down my body. He felt my pant pockets and discovered what he was seeking. Forcing his large hand into the pocket made the material tear as he extracted my phone.

“Don’t ever lie to me again,” he said as he got up and shook the phone in the air.

“Luder, please, I’m sorry,” I tried reasoning with him.

He walked to the door, pushing the phone into his pocket before turning and looking back at me. “No,” he said. “I’ll be back, you can wait here. There is juice, water, and food if you feel the need.”

“What if I need the bathroom,” I tried, hoping he would leave the door unlocked. “I won’t leave, I promise.”

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