Page 16 of Sensual Abduction

I wasn’t trying to be rude, but all this crying and sentimental shit was getting on my nerves. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to fucking care either, but here I was conflicted about all this shit. Leaving the room, I decided to take a smoke break to calm the fuck down. This shit was fucking with me in the worst way. I had to call my brother to voice my concerns and to let him know not to tell whoever her baby daddy was that I had them just yet. I needed a minute to fucking think and reconsider my decision.

7

Lila (Nala)

My shoulder and ankle were throbbing.

Play, as I heard my captor being called, promised he’d take care of me, but his ass hadn’t done shit but locked me and Kari in a room once we got to his house and disappeared. It was a nicer room than I expected for someone who was a victim of kidnapping.

The space was huge and nicely decorated. Expensive furniture and linens seemed to be the standard. The bathroom was huge with separate tub and shower areas. The moment the door closed behind us, I looked for something, anything to make a weapon out of. I didn’t have the strength to lift anything, so I needed something small.

When I couldn’t find anything that I could hide on my person, I cried. I had to get away from his man. He clearly didn’t give a fuck that he was sending me to my death. I could accept my fate, but I couldn’t accept not knowing what would happen to my baby. If I could just get her to my parents, I could rest easy knowing she was okay.

We’d been in here for about an hour now. Kari had fallen asleep, but it wasn’t a peaceful slumber. As she lay next to me, her tiny body jerking every so often, I was riddled with regret and emotion. I never wanted this for her. From the moment that pregnancy test came back positive, I made a vow to myself that I’d protect her with my life.

I’d kept that promise for six years. I wasn’t sure what happened. I thought we were safe. I got comfortable… complacent. Somehow, I had to have been careless. If I was going to be returned to Slim, I needed to know how he found me.

“I’m so sorry, Kari,” I said softly as I rubbed her back.

I prayed that in the next lifetime, I made better decisions because I’d royally fucked up in this one.

The sound of the locks disengaging broke my thoughts. I sat up, waiting to see who would come through the door. When it opened, Play stood there with bags of clothes and what looked like toiletries in his hands. He walked into the room and placed the items on the dresser.

I heard a second set of footsteps before a big, burly man stepped into the room. He looked at me and then at Play.

“This is Cornell,” Play said. “He’s here to take a look at you.”

“I need a real doctor.”

“He is a real doctor. I ain’t finna argue with you, Bunny. Let the man take a look at your shoulder and ankle. I’m not about to be carrying your ass around here. When he’s done, you and lil bit can come eat.”

He didn’t give me a chance to protest further before he was walking out the door.

“Asshole!” I yelled after him.

I looked over at Cornell who held a stoic look on his face. He placed his bag on the dresser and pulled the stool from the vanity out. Walking over to the bed, he held out his hand to me. Hesitantly, I looked at it before slipping my palm in his. He helped me from the bed and over to the stool where I eased down to take a seat.

He stooped in front of me and lifted my foot, causing me to wince in pain.

“On a scale of one to ten, what’s your level of pain?” he asked.

“Eight,” I mumbled.

“Hmm.” He continued to examine my foot. “It’s not broken but it’s definitely fractured. He says you fell?”

“Did he tell you that I fell running from him because he kidnapped me and my daughter?”

He looked at me but didn’t acknowledge what I said.

“I’ll have to put a boot on it. I’ll be back tomorrow to do that. Let me check your shoulder.”

He stood to his feet and walked behind me. I bit my bottom lip as he examined my shoulder. After a bit, he finally spoke.

“The shoulder is a simple fix. You dislocated it. I can pop it back into place. It will hurt, but I can give you something for the pain.”

“O-okay,” I whispered.

“On the count of three, take a deep breath. One… two—”

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