“Time’s up,” he said, a menacing tone in his voice. “I guess your family doesn’t care very much about you. And I can understand why. You’re a very difficult young woman.”
She shivered uncontrollably and choked back her tears. “What do you want?” She asked between sobs.
“You know what I want,” he laughed sarcastically. “As I told your parents, it’s their money or your life. But all those grains of sand have passed through the hourglass and apparently your parents are not going to pay the ransom. It seems that they, too, see you for the petty, snobby, bitchy, pain in the ass princess that you really are. So, time’s up.”
She took a deep breath and gathered herself together, summoning as much courage as she could. She knew she was, at that moment, powerless, but she wasn’t going to make this easy for him. “Fine,” she said. “Whatever it is that you’re planning to do to me, just get it done. Are you going to rape me? Well, do it, that is if you are even capable of getting an erection, which I seriously doubt. Are going to kill me? Well, I’m sure my wealthy parents won’t pay you a dime for my dead body. So get it over with. As you said, time’s up, so do what you’re going to do or let me go.”
“Yes, bitch,” he said, “First I’m going to rape you and then I’m going to kill you, slowly and deliberately so that I can watch you suffer as I witness the life drain from your eyes.” He started to remove his pants when she saw a small red dot appear on his forehead. A shot rang out, hitting him right where the red dot had just been, killing him instantly.
“Are you okay, miss?” one of the officers ran over to her and asked. A second officer untied her from the chair on which she was bound.
“It’s about fucking time you assholes got here,” she yelled at the cop standing in front of her. “How could it take you this long to get here, you incompetent idiots? My parents paid a small fortune to have a GPS tracker implanted in my neck. Another five minutes and that jerk would have raped me and then my father would have made sure you both lost your jobs.”
A few minutes after the young heiress was escorted by a special victim’s detective from the room in which she had been held captive, the officer who had untied the girl leaned over and whispered into his partner’s ear, “I kinda wish we’d have waited another five minutes before we breached this place.”
Written for this week’s What Do You See? Prompt from Sadje at Keep it Alive. Photo credit: Adrien King at Unsplash.