Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 17
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Ch. 16
Falling in Public
Chapter 17
Her kidnapper pushed her forward, waiting until after a group of suits had passed to answer. "Why am I doing this?" He chuckled, an unpleasant sound as they turned the corner toward the back door of the studio. "Because you have no respect for the natural order of things. And someone has to help you learn it. Might as well be me."
Holly frowned, trying to keep her head still even as she looked everywhere for a path of escape. Unfortunately the area was dark, and the only things visible were outlines of metal stair pieces and technical equipment. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied, earning another poke in the back with the gun. "The natural order of things? You mean you're kidnapping me because I have a leather purse?"
"You really are just that stupid, aren't you. I'm trying to help you. It will all be clear soon."
They stopped in front of an emergency exit door, and he reached past her to push it open. The alarms she braced for never came on, so someone must have disabled them earlier. Squinting in the bright afternoon sun, she stepped out onto the hot asphalt and waited for her eyes to adjust.
"This way," the man said, pulling her arm ahead and to the left. Holly had no choice but to follow blindly, relieved when they finally stood in the shade of a small tree. "Get in."
She eyed the beige sedan as he held the door to the back seat open, then looked frantically around the parking lot. There wasn't anyone around, so calling for help didn't seem like a good plan, but she knew that once she got in the car, her chances of escape narrowed to nearly nothing.
An engine gunned behind her, and she swiveled to see a bright red sports car coming her way, determination sending her adrenaline soaring as her muscles tensed. Only one thought remained as she darted out in front of the oncoming vehicle.
I'm going to die.
Time seemed to slow down as everything happened at once. The car slowed, but didn't stop, and she instinctively jumped as the low hood approached. Just before landing sideways on the hot metal, a loud pop preceded an intense burning sensation in her left thigh, but the impact with the car insured that her entire body shared an equal amount of pain. As the car came to a halt, she kept going forward, powerless to keep from sliding off to crumple in a heap on the black top.
Dazed, she sat there trying to catch her breath even has her leg throbbed and the opposite shoulder felt like it was on fire. Her only hope now was the driver.
A door slammed, and heavy footsteps approached. Big black biker boots appeared on the ground beside her, and she forced herself to look up. The sun was in her eyes, so all she could see was a tall, dark shadow looming eerily above.
"Help me," she said, hope rising as he leaned down and slid one hand under her knees, and the other behind her back. Hoisting her up, he turned so he was blocking the sun, allowing her to see his face for the first time.
Damn.
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Ch. 16
Falling in Public
Chapter 17
Her kidnapper pushed her forward, waiting until after a group of suits had passed to answer. "Why am I doing this?" He chuckled, an unpleasant sound as they turned the corner toward the back door of the studio. "Because you have no respect for the natural order of things. And someone has to help you learn it. Might as well be me."
Holly frowned, trying to keep her head still even as she looked everywhere for a path of escape. Unfortunately the area was dark, and the only things visible were outlines of metal stair pieces and technical equipment. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied, earning another poke in the back with the gun. "The natural order of things? You mean you're kidnapping me because I have a leather purse?"
"You really are just that stupid, aren't you. I'm trying to help you. It will all be clear soon."
They stopped in front of an emergency exit door, and he reached past her to push it open. The alarms she braced for never came on, so someone must have disabled them earlier. Squinting in the bright afternoon sun, she stepped out onto the hot asphalt and waited for her eyes to adjust.
"This way," the man said, pulling her arm ahead and to the left. Holly had no choice but to follow blindly, relieved when they finally stood in the shade of a small tree. "Get in."
She eyed the beige sedan as he held the door to the back seat open, then looked frantically around the parking lot. There wasn't anyone around, so calling for help didn't seem like a good plan, but she knew that once she got in the car, her chances of escape narrowed to nearly nothing.
An engine gunned behind her, and she swiveled to see a bright red sports car coming her way, determination sending her adrenaline soaring as her muscles tensed. Only one thought remained as she darted out in front of the oncoming vehicle.
I'm going to die.
Time seemed to slow down as everything happened at once. The car slowed, but didn't stop, and she instinctively jumped as the low hood approached. Just before landing sideways on the hot metal, a loud pop preceded an intense burning sensation in her left thigh, but the impact with the car insured that her entire body shared an equal amount of pain. As the car came to a halt, she kept going forward, powerless to keep from sliding off to crumple in a heap on the black top.
Dazed, she sat there trying to catch her breath even has her leg throbbed and the opposite shoulder felt like it was on fire. Her only hope now was the driver.
A door slammed, and heavy footsteps approached. Big black biker boots appeared on the ground beside her, and she forced herself to look up. The sun was in her eyes, so all she could see was a tall, dark shadow looming eerily above.
"Help me," she said, hope rising as he leaned down and slid one hand under her knees, and the other behind her back. Hoisting her up, he turned so he was blocking the sun, allowing her to see his face for the first time.
Damn.
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