The Search 1

He was trying his best to stay calm and think straight. He knew that getting angry or flaring in a situation like this wouldn't help. Even though he was as nervous as hell, and angry too, he tried to suppress his inner demon as best as he could… or so he thought.

"Who the hell is that guy, I want him here right now!" Alex yelled.

"Sir!" The second guard called. "About that…"

"About what?" Alex yelled in anger.

"About the guy in the footage, he's not in the system. I don't think he's a worker here." He explained as best as he could. The last thing he wanted was an angry partner taking out his frustration on a poor guard like himself.

"Say that again?" Alex took a couple of menacing steps toward him.

The second guard swallowed hard.

"He's not a worker here." The poor guy replied in what almost sounded like a whisper. He folded himself in the chair like he was about to merge with his chair and spring up to escape at the same time.

Alex looked at both of them in confusion. "How is that even possible? So can anyone now get in and out of the premises without any form of verification? This is bullshit…"

"Sir!" The first guard called his attention.

"...fuck!!! What?" Alex turned swiftly in annoyance.

"Look…" he said pointing at the monitors. Even the second guard swivelled his chair closer to get a clearer look too. "There's another guy, we lost coverage after that." He explained.

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Lara's POV.

I kicked his nuts the third time. I heard him groan in pain.

As soon as he twisted and dropped to his knees, I made the run.

I was happy that finally, I could get help. I couldn't wait to tell Alex how brave I was.

Unfortunately, I was disappointed when I felt another force hit me from the back just before I could cover the distance between the two pillars. I felt a sharp pain run at the back of my neck. I felt myself gradually run short of oxygen and things began to turn black. It felt like all these happenings occurred in an hour but deep down I knew it was in a matter of seconds.

The next thing I remember was waking up in the back of a moving van with my head hurting as fuck. Now, here I am being pulled like a dog into god-knows-where.

"She's beautiful." I heard another strange voice say, perhaps the boss.

I knew better than to utter a word.

"But you haven't even seen her yet." Another voice replied. Even though I was nervous and scared, I couldn't agree less with the latter. I still had the black opaque sac over my head.

"Don't be ridiculous, I mean her body. Look how sexy she looks even in a simple t-shirt." The supposed boss said. " No wonder he's crazy about her."

'Huh? Crazy about me? Who?' I thought. 'Maybe they got the wrong person,' I wanted to say but didn't.

"Take off the blindfold." He ordered.

The sac was immediately removed from my head.

"It's not a blindfold, it's a…." One of the stooges tried to correct it. He swallowed his words when the supposed boss glared daggers at him.

"Who the hell are you, and what do you want from me?" I decided to ask in anger, frustration and freight. I gradually took in my surroundings. I was in what seemed like an abandoned garage.

I tried to be brave.

"Oh…" the supposed boss guy exclaimed provocatively. He looked from one man to the other, five of them in total, before he gave out a loud diabolical forced laughter.

I swear I'd pee in my pants if I hadn't peed earlier. That laugh scared the living shit out of my butt, but I tried to suck it up and keep my shit in order.

"Ok, I'll be polite since I'm in a suit." He bragged. "My name is Funky G, and I'll keep you company for as long as you are willing to respect me." He said, faking his politeness.

I felt shivers crawl all over my body. I wasn't dumb, I knew what he was trying to insinuate, and that was my greatest fear.

"What do you want from me?" I swallowed spittle as I tried to be tough.

"Huh, I like her." He said to the other guys who just stood like status at different angles of the room or rather a garage.

"You see sweetheart…" he started, taking slow steps towards me. The fear in me multiplied by 100. "...Your boyfriend took something from me… no, stole something from me…" he continued.

With each step closer that he made, I took one step backwards. My eyes were glued to his. Even though my hands were still tied behind my back, I was ready to fight back with my legs if push came to shove.

"... I asked him politely to return it, but he insulted me. I gave him a couple of warnings, but he chose to ignore it."

"What has that got to do with me? If he got something from you, why don't you go and get it back, simple right? Why kidnap me, I know nothing about whatever shitty business you two got and I don't give a fuck anyway. So why the fuck are you dragging me into your dickish squabbles?" I yelled, trying to exercise authority I knew I did not possess right now.

He smiled back. "You are smart, very smart I must say." He praised me. Of course, I couldn't fall for that. "You see…" he continued.

By this time my back was sandwiched between the wall and him. I couldn't move forward or backwards anymore. Unfortunately, he had caught up with me too.

" ...Just as you said, I decided to come get it myself and get a bonus too."

He traced his fingertip from my jaw down to my neck to settle on the upper part of my chest. This gesture was super disgusting, but I tried my best not to flinch.

"I saw some interesting videos," he said, staring straight into my eyes.

I couldn't keep the pretext anymore, my breath hinch up. I knew what he was talking about.

"I'll require you to shower me with the same pleasure you showered on him." He smiled evilly as he swept his fingers slowly over my breasts, brushing my nipples. Even though I had a bra on, I could still feel the tingles.

'Not now Lara, I told myself. You can't get wet because of a beast like this.' I told myself. I was scared of the unknown, but I knew that Alex was gonna come for me so I had to stale. Even if no one was coming for me, I had to toughen up and find a way to save myself.

"I thought men in suits go for first-hand things. I can't believe you're just a raccoon scavenging through what somebody has already enjoyed." I spat back in anger.

I saw his face change. I knew I hit the spot… maybe a little too much, because…