Duncan's Rose
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Her feet backed one step, two steps until her behind hit a round chair. Her body sank into its soft folds, but her back stiffened. Mind rolling with dark possibilities, eyes roaming the room but nothing came into her brain for a rescue. Fifteen minutes passed…more searches and nothing changed. Even her screams once in a while didn’t attract a soul.
Jewel pulled a chair to face the door and sat like a statue, swearing the first thing she would do was complain to the manager or the captain of this ship. A tear escaped.
What makes you so sure there is a captain, Jewel.
Muteness surrounded her, the kind that would drive anyone crazy. No footsteps, or whispers, as if she were thrown into the desert.
Alone, not knowing if the ship moved or not. Robot-like, she trudged to the window and her question was answered—they were moving away from the port.
The whole thing didn’t make any sense to her; she wasn’t a daughter of a rich, famous business man, or celebrity. She was nobody really for anyone to think of kidnapping her. She didn’t even consider herself one of the stunning sexy women that anyone would think of using as a sex-sl…oh crap, that’s not possible. Throughout the three years as a journalist, she’d read about the daily kidnappings of girls slaving them for sex, as many as fifty thousand to one hundred thousand women kidnapped yearly and deported to islands and other countries. All the articles she had read were aiming at kidnapping from a street, a corner, or a club. In her case, Jewel couldn’t name what happened to her—maybe it was early for her to go to that extreme; maybe the woman closed the door by mistake or…or…hell, her brain cells were fried and not one comforting answer poked its head at her.
The sun sank into the horizon. Sounds of footsteps and soft giggles wafted from the outside of her suite. She held her breath, her gaze locked on the door.
Click…click.
The door opened slightly. Zelda, in her gothic black dress, appeared in the full open door, a half smile painted her sharp features. “Come.” She motioned with her finger for Jewel to follow.
“I think you have an explanation to do, don’t you think?” Jewel swallowed hard, her mouth and tongue felt like sand paper.
“You shall soon know.” The woman motioned for her to follow then commanded with a harsh tone. “Come.”
“What’s goin’ on? What you’re doing is against the law.”
“Come,” the woman repeated, her dark eyes getting glassier by the minute.
“Damn it, do you know another word?”
“Yes, come or be forced.” With a tight grip, Zelda pulled her forward.
As Jewel yanked herself free, a searing pain shot through her arm. “What the hell you think you’re doing?” A trickle of warm liquid slid on Jewel’s arm. Anger rose as she examined a crimson scratch trailing to her elbow. “I’m reporting you to the Captain.”
Obviously, this woman was ordered by someone to get her out of her room. The sooner she goes with her, the faster she would get answers, then the whole issue would be solved. She was on the wrong ship for sure, and she would correct the confusion.
This time, the elevator trip was upward. Zelda pushed the sixth floor button. Must be to the captain’s deck, good. As the elevator softly bounced, the doors slid open. Another corridor stretched, but this time the space was larger than the one on the third floor. Sounds of enigma music floated and reached her nerves—people talking and laughing. Why would she take her to a party?
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Duncan’s Rose © 2013 by Suzannah Safi
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