RACHEL’S POV
“She is here in the location. I will send the address to you now,” Shelly said on the phone call.
“Good, I will be coming over tomorrow morning. I have a report to work on,” she replied.
“That’s alright. Ummm…Rachel, I have done my part. Can you send my balance now?”
She scoffed in irritation. Fucking beggar.
“I will send your balance after I have gone to see her.”
“Okay, then.”
“Yeah,” she replied and ended the call.
She laughed maniacally as the call ended. This time, she was sure her plan would not fail.
Shelley was smart enough to hire criminals that stayed in the next town, that way, it would be hard to trace them. And not just that, they took the girl with them to their location. The police can investigate all they want but they won’t make any progress because the lead they needed was out of their reach.
This time, she was not going to spare her. She would ensure she tortured, raped and finally killed and her body thrown to the river for fishes to feast on.
She laughed again as she walked to her bar and took out a bottle. She noticed it was starting to look scanty and needed a restock. She made a mental note to buy new cartons of wine on her next shopping trip. For now, she would celebrate and make merry.
The next morning, she was in high spirits as she prepared for work. After she was done, she left for work. She kept checking the time and waiting for work to close. She could not wait to leave for the location where Tiffany was being held.
Soon, it was closing time and she hurriedly packed her belongings and hurried out. While she was leaving, she realized Shawn had not come to work. Pushing the thoughts aside, she got into her car and drove off.
The drive to the location was a three hour drive. By the time she got there, it was almost dusk. It was an abandoned uncompleted building at the outskirts of the town. She walked in and met one of the men smoking with a gun lying on his legs.
“Who are you?” He asked, immediately pointing the gun at her.
” I am your employer,” she replied.
“Oh … . are you the one who ordered the school girl’s attack?”
“Yes,”
“Follow me then,” he said as he got up and walked ahead of her. They walked to a door and he opened it and she was led into what could pass for an office, if not that it looked tattered and lacked most of the things an office Should have, save for a table, chairs and files.
“She is the lady who ordered the kidnapping of girl 247,” the man that brought her said to a man sitting on a chair in the office.
“Take out her file and lead her to the room she is in,” the man said, looking at her intently.
Rachel was impressed more than she was surprised. From the look of things, the kidnappers kidnapped people as a business and they documented details of every one of their victims in a file.
Wow! Just wow!
“Girl 247, room 17, floor 2,” the man read out from the file.
“That’s right. Take her there and she should not exceed her visiting time.” The man ordered.
Wow! They had time allocated for visitation, she wondered as the man led her towards a staircase. They ascended it and got to a floor and the man kept walking until they got to another staircase.
They ascended it too and it led them to the second floor. They began walking through the hallway and she kept counting the doors until they arrived at the 17th door. The man inserted a key and turned the door knob and it went open.
They walked inside, and there she was, her head bent, seated on a chair, her mouth gagged with a dirty rag and her legs and hands bound. She looked up immediately when they entered the room and Rachel felt satisfied with the look of sheer surprise when she saw her.
RACHEL’S POV
“Oh, hello, dear. We met again, didn’t we?” she said, as she cat walked to stand in front of her.
Tiffany immediately started to struggle with the bound and she laughed out loudly.
“Don’t worry, my darling. I will ask him to take off the gag,” and then she turned to the man, “take it off.”
He obeyed and took off the gag, and Tiffany spat in his face. In retaliation, he hit her very hard across the face.
“That’s alright. Were you not taught not to hit a woman? She asked the man in a mocking concerned tone.
“You bitch! I have always known there was something sinister about you, but going to this extent? God, you are the devil’s incarnate!” Tiffany said.
“Is that how you talk to your saviour, darling? I just saved you from being beaten to pull by him,” she said and pointed to the man who sneered at Tiffany.
“You are not my savior. You are evil. I just wish Shawn could see who you truly are. He would be so surprised and disappointed.”
“And that is why it is a wish, my darling. You will never get the chance to say anything to him.”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you think I will show my face here and at the end let you walk out of here alive? It doesn’t happen that way my, dear.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Tiffany asked, fear in her eyes.
“I’m not that heartless, you know. I will ask them to do the job. Shut you up forever.”
“Why are you doing this?” Tiffany asked. Tears were streaming down her eyes now.
“Because you took Shawn away from me. How dare you? He was supposed to be mine, and then you and your gold digging father came into the picture and convinced his family to have you engaged to him.”
“That’s not true.”
“Oh, it is. As if that was not enough, you went ahead to make him fall in love with you. Let me ask, how did you manage to escape all the life threatening attempts I made at your life?”
“What are you talking about?’
“Oh, I will tell you. The previous kidnaps, the severing of your car’s brake wires, the push from the rooftop…”
“Wait … . it was all you?” Tiffany asked, her eyes widened.
“Yes, my dear. All orchestrated by me. Now, I’m giving you the benefits of getting this information first hand because you won’t be living to tell the tale.”
“You are evil…” Tiffany said, as she suddenly felt nauseous and she beckoned on the man. The man, as if knowing what she wanted, brought her a bowl at the corner of the room and she threw up in it.
“What’s going on here?” She asked in confusion.
“She has been vomiting since she was brought here,” the man explained.
“Is she sick?” She asked, glaring at Tiffany.
“She is pregnant,” the man dropped the bombshell.
“What? Pregnant?”
“Yes. The boss suspected and we forced her to have a urine test and it came out positive.”
Pregnant? The bitch was pregnant for Shawn? She was going to give him an heir? That was never going to happen under her watch.
“You bitch!” She said and slapped Tiffany across the face. “You already fucked him and got pregnant? You want to bear him a son so you can have a claim over his wealth?”
“Yes. Something you can never do.” Tiffany replied defiantly and that riled her up the most.
Turning to the man, she said, “I want her beaten until she miscarries the baby.”
“What? You can’t do that!” Tiffany yelled, frightened.
“Oh well, I can, and I will.”
“Please, don’t do this. I beg of you,” Tears were streaming down Tiffany’s eyes now.
“When I come back here, I want the bay gone. I will give you guys twice the amount we agreed on.”
“Noted. I will relay it to the boss,” the man replied, and then he looked at his watch, “It’s time for you to leave.”
“That’s right,” and then with one look at Tiffany, she walked out of the room.