JANE'S POV.
I currently look like a mess. My baggy red eyes, bad breath, dried skin and dirty body. It's going to two days since Collins locked me in this room. I've been on the floor, hugging my knees, crying nonstop. I couldn't sleep last night. How could I when I don't know what Collins motive is? God knows what he is up to.He has never been this way, right? or I was just the one who failed to see this side of him.How disgusting of him to propose a date to me, while he was cheating behind my back. Now, he keeps me locked in this room, leaving me clueless about his intentions.My biggest fear now, is the monster I saw him turn into just yesterday and my gut feeling might be right that I'm not safe at all here. I shouldn't wait to experience it before I believe it. I should start thinking of how to escape from here and Collins.Clara. She's the only one who can help me now. She has always helped me in difficult situations, so she won't stop now. At least, not on such occasion."My phone. My phone." I mutter as I look round the room. I see it in the floor close to my bedside table. I had removed it from my back pocket and threw it in frustration. I really hope it's working well enough for me to get through to Clara. I reach for it and qyuickly dial Clara's number. She picks up after few seconds of ringing."Wow, she finally remembers she has a bestfriend." She says before I could speak. I expected this, for her to get angry and worried about me not calling her since that day. My phone had rang several times since Collins locked me up here, but I didn't dream to pick up a single call. Now, I regret. Maybe I would have been out of here before now.I sniffle. "Clara." I call out weakly."Jane." Her voice is now calm and worried. "What's up?""I need you." I choke on my tears. "You need to help me.""What do you mean? Where is Collins?""I'll explain everything to you later, Clara. For now you need to come. I'm not safe.""Ok. Ok. Uhm. Where are you right now...are you at home?""I'm locked in my room." I cry harder. Remembering the mess I'm in. "Collins locked me up.""Locked?" I hear her make notices in the background like she's searching for something. "Just don't worry. I'll be there before you know it.""Yes. Hurry up please, before he gets here. I'm really scared." I lick my dried lips.Speaking of the devil, the door barges opens. I jump, frightened by the sound. I quickly turn to face the door where Collins stood.The sight of him makes me shiver in fear. My hands shake but I try to keep hold of my phone. I watch his eyes move away from me to my phone which I held tightly with shaky hands. He looks away from it, back at me with furrowed brows. Before I could act, he strides towards me and snaps the phone from my hand to the floor.I gasp as my phone hits the hard floor. I look up at him, angrily. I open my mouth to lash out on him, but the loud sharp hit on my face shuts me up. His slap was hard and loud enough to echoe in the room.I bite my bottom lip, trying to hold back my tears. It's difficult and painful.I have watched several men raise their hands on women. Maybe I didn't understand how the felt but I did feel a part if their pain. I never knew this day would come. A day I would become a victim to someone I loved and trusted."Who gave you permission to use your phone?" He places his hand under my chin to raise my face to look at him, applying pressure to my cheek bones as he spoke every word."On whose permission!?""I don't need anyone's permission to use my phone, Collins." I spit out his name. My words might be fearless or daring but my voice spoke a different language."Seems your stay in this room earned you some guts, uh.""You're a coward." I throw at him as I use my hands to pull his hand away from my face."I've been called more for being penniless.""Well, for a man like you, you deserve it. A hopeless, worthless and unnoticeable life. Nothing to account for. No achievement, no job, no money. Nothing but a shame. You are no qualified to be called a m..." Before I could finish my words, he pushes me hard against the wall. My head painfully hits it and suddenly increases my headache."You bitch!" He presses me more against the wall. "You want to get of here, right." He smirks, stupidly "I'll let you. Away from here and away from me."A feeling of relief crowd me and I sense my happiness finding its way back. Nevertheless, the thought of Collins agreeing to me go so willingly and easily, makes me suspect him of an hidden agenda."Away from me to your new owners." He licks his lips and widens his smirk.There it was. The agenda I suspected him of."Owners?" I stare widely at him. I open my mouth to speak but nothing come out. I begin not to feel any pain from my head as so many questions run through my head.Is this what he meant by using me for money?What does he mean by owners?Is he selling me to slave owners?Is he selling me out for his own selfish interest?"Listen here Collins. I'm not some thing or good you can trade or some toy or cloth you can give out when no longer in need. I'm a human. Someone's daughter, sister and a friend. This isn't how I should be treated. Like trash."He stares at me blankly, After a while, he moves his face close to mine."You, Janet. Yoi are nothing. Absolutely nothing, but a regret." I stare at him short of words.I made a mistake. It was all a mistake. Loving him, trusting him, being loyal to him and moving in with him. It all started when I agreed to date him.He is my mistake.I swallow as I watch him stare at me, satisfied with the way he has managed to shut me up and hurt me further.I remember there to be a vase on my bedside table, which we stand beside. I hadn't thought of this since but I'm glad I do now. With the door open and my chance this big, I grab it.I have nothing but three words to say to him. It's too late to mean anything other than that, now. "I hate you." If my feelings for him were true then this is also."I don't ca..." I lift up the vase and hit his head before he could finish his sentence. He lets go of me and stumbles back. I kick his balls before pushing him to the floor and then I throw the vase at him.My heart beat quickens as I stare at his now unconscious body.Without wasting much time, I run out of the room. As I run towards the main door, I stop when I catch sight of the men outside, through the window. They were dressed in black standing beside a car that looks expensive. They were gisting with one another, yet obviously conscious of their environment. I suspect them to be part of Collins agenda because seeing such men outside my house is unusual. Seeing them, I could tell Collins would have gotten quite a fortune from trading me.That means I can't go through the front door. I have to take the back door instaead. I quickly turn and stride towards the back door. I open it and run to the back road.I wiggle my hands in front of cars. Trying to stop one. I look back to see if anyone is coming after me."Jane." I look back at the road, but see no one but driving cars. "Jane." The person shouts my name again. Her voice sounding more like that of Clara's.The thought of Clara here for me at the perfect time, gives me joy.I look to my right, across the road to see her waving her hands at me.Without thinking, I run past a fast driving car. "Watch your way, lady!" I ignore him and run past the other section of the road, before the oncoming cars could get to me. Clara gets down from the cab and runs to me. She hugs me and then walks me quickly to the cab."I swear I'll kill that fool if I see him." She carefully puts me into the back sit and follows suit.I say nothing but rest my head on her shoulder in relief."Jane." Clara shakes me. "Jane." I slowly open my eyes to see that the car has stopped. I sit up and look outside the car to see a tall glass building, which is nothing like Clara's house. "Where are we?" I ask in a tired tone."At an hotel. I thought, that if you stay at my house, Collins will find you easily. So, here we are."I nod and follow behind her, out of the car into the hotel, after paying the driver. We check in and go straight to our rooms. "You should shower first."I nod and do as told, clueless on what to wear after my shower.I put on the hotel robe after my shower and walk out."Here. I packed some clothes." I smile lightly at her and take the shirt and shorts from her hand. "Thanks.""Do you want to talk about it?"She asks calmly but I don't reply her and keep dressing. I hear her sigh before walking past me into the bathroom. Exhausted and tired, I climp onto the bed to continue my sleep. I don't fail to shed few tears before forcing myself to sleep.~"Jane
ALEXANDER'S POV. I walk to and fro behind my office chair. My face, calm but my eyes were enough to shoot you dead. The continuous prick of the edges of the razor I've been fiddling with my finger, doesn't seem to affect me. I swallow hardly. My evident adam apple moving up and down. It's the second time in two weeks, I'm realizing that I'm working with people who aren't as smart as I expected them to be. But their foolishness is their business. It shouldn't be rubbed off on my work or anything concerning me. I'm not nice or kind enough to tolerate such. It has never been a trait of mine.I look down at the Collins bastard who kneeled before me. The bastard I had thought wouldn't end up like that old man. The bastard I had thought is worth my time. The bastard that had risen my thought on getting something special. The price. The worth. I wanted nothing but to make the mysterious lady my possession, after the day of my meeting with this bastard. I was meant to have her since last
JANE'S POVI walk out of the bathroom to see Clara on the bed, operating her phone while she waits for me to finish up so we can eat.It's been a week now, if not over a week since the horrible event with Collins happened. Staying in the hotel has been quite comfortable, well, to me but not for Clara. She barely leaves the hotel because she understands I need someone to be with. She even took a leave from work and I really hope she doesn't face problems with her work because of me. My work on the other hand, I don't know.I quickly get dressed and grab the food tray from the trolley. I walk to sit opposite Clara on the bed and place the tray between us."What are you doing?" I ask, seeing that she's still very much engrossed in whatever she's doing with her phone."Oh, I'm searching for a good movie to download. Unfortunately staying here, doing nothing but occupying myself with movies, I feel I've watched all the good thriller movies and series Netflix has to offer." "Well I could h
I sit at the bar, not ready to mingle with the crowd, yet. The music is so loud and doesn't give room for me to think of my sad life. Maybe the club is actually a good start, after all. Clara on the other hand, left me few minutes ago to meet a friend she recognized and hasn't been back to her loner friend since them. So, yeah I'm sitting alone. Currently finishing my third shot of liquor, I turn to the bartender. "Another please." I point into the cup. He gives me a weird look before turning me around round of the liquor. I look away from him only for my eyes to come in contact with a strange guy sitting at the other side of the bar. I furrow my brows and look away as a guy and his drunk girl walk to stand before him to get a drink. I could no longer see him. I stare at the funny dance steps of drunkards and sober people in the dance floor as I take from my liquor.Unconsciously, my eyes move to the strange man again. The guy and girl were no longer there, so I could see him now.
The dj keeps the vibe on in the room with his beats and good music pulsating through the speakers. I keep dancing with Clara, throwing one or two jokes her way due to my already drunken state. Sophie had came to dance with us then left and now she's back again. She briefly complains about George's annoying friends making Clara secretly blush and I can't help but wonder if Sophie also knows about Clara's feelings for George. She has to know, right?Girls notice the little things and like pairing their brothers with their friends atimes. Just like Clara can do the same for her little brother.I, on the other hand, can't relate. I do have a brother, but a step brother and I've never been that close to him because he attended a boarden school. And now, I still can't be close to him cause I'm far away from my family with an identity of my own, due to certain reasons. The thought of my family after a long time, suddenly make my heart ache. I don't like thinking of it. I don't like thinki
ALEXANDER'S POVI put on a stern look as I walk into 'Hell'. My favourite room in my mansion. It's a place where I make people regret their actions and give them enough pain that they wish to be dead. It's my favourite place because here, people who mess with me realize what it actually is to be helpless. They realize what it means to be at my mercy. They realize the importance of so much power.It smells of dried blood from the injuries and killings of different people who decided to test what it's actually like to mess with me. Atimes it smells of sweat and now it smells of an unclean old man. He's my current prey and I have this cute feeling that Collins Fisher will be next. "I would be sad to know you didn't miss me." I tell the old man and nod at Simon to untie the cloth from his mouth. He bends his head and breath through his mouth in relief. He snaps his head up to me with wide eyes. "My son. You killed my son." "I did and you are going to do nothing about it." "What do y
JANE'S POV I suddenly feel like I have a hangover in my stomach and feel the need to throw up. I struggle to raise my hands to cover my mouth, but I can't so I just move my head to the side and let it all out. I scrunch my nose at the awful smell and throw my head backwards to catch my breath. "You're finally awake."I bring my head forward to look at the man standing before me, with weak eyes. I struggle to stable my eyes so I can see him properly. When I do, my eyes widen at who I see standing before me. "You!""Yes, me.""What's that your name again...aah, aah, James." At least he told me his name before the liquor completely took over my senses. I look down at my stiff hands to see they are tied to the arm rest of the chair I'm sitting on. "Why am I tied up?""Because you are Janet Stewart.""Janet Johnson." I correct him."Why Johnson?" He raises his brows."Because that's my surname. Any problem?""Yes.""Well, not my concern. Untie me and let me out of here.""No." I bend m
ALEXANDER'S POV I scroll through social media as everyone take their respective seats. Right now, I seem to be the only one less bothered about interacting or making all possible means to win.I know I will. There are no two ways about it. I always get what I put my mind into. I planned while they slept, now I'm going to win while they plan.The auctioneer says one or two things before going straight to the business of the day. "We'll start at 10 million." He announced."16 million." A man far from me is the first to bid."18 million." A lady behind me says.I don't raise my head to see the biders. I keep going through my phone, yet paying close attention to how the auction is going."Come on. Don't hesitate. It's worth bu...""21 million." Another lady interrupts him by saying."Sir, aren't you going to bid?" Seth asks, curious at my silence."I believe you trust me better than to be questioning me.""But boss..." I raise my index finger to shut him up."Collins." I look up at him.