Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 261

When I came to, I was enveloped in darkness. My arms were twisted behind me, aching as if they were

on the verge of snapping. I instinctively tried to pull them free but found myself immobilized.

It was then that I realized my hands and feet were bound tightly together, rendering me incapable of

movement. My mouth was covered with duct tape, allowing only muffled sounds to escape.

The splitting headache made me feel like I was on death's door. The terrifying reality soon dawned on

me – I was kidnapped.

The thought sent a wave of panic washing over me. I whimpered, feeling an overwhelming sense of

despair that I had never experienced before.

How did this happen? Who could have done this?

The audacity of these people was bewildering. The city officials were still at a cocktail party in the

building, and yet they dared to lay a hand on me. It was a brazen act!

I was standing near the entrance of the building, not far from the security patrol. Despite the close

proximity, they had the nerve to strike. Their audacity was mind-boggling – they had abducted me right

under everyone's noses!

The speed of it all was astonishing. I had no idea what had just happened. I didn't even get a good look

at the man who choked me – all I saw was his shiny bald head.

The car looked a lot like the one Hannah drives, a sleek black sedan. That's probably why I walked

towards it, thinking I could quickly get into the car. But I distinctly remembered that the car didn't have a

license plate.

Everything was obviously premeditated. What I couldn't understand was, how did they know it was me

who would come out? Clearly, they were after me.

How did they know Hannah would go get the car? Had it been arranged beforehand? Or did they know

where Hannah had parked? That's the only way they could have been so audacious.

I was filled with regret, wishing I had listened to Hannah and stayed inside the building.

Would they have found it harder to abduct me if I had stayed inside? Maybe none of this would have

happened. But it was too late for regrets. I had to face the reality.

I shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself down.

The place was damp, and the sound of rain was clear. A foul smell of mud filled my nostrils, along with

a nauseating stench of decay.

I was engulfed in darkness, trying to move my body, adjust my head, and squint to make out my

surroundings. My heart sank when I realized where I was – not in a house or a room, but inside a

sewer pipe barely over a meter in diameter.

The pipe was about two or three meters long, with wild grass growing at both ends.

I couldn't see the outside, only the sound of the rain trickling down.

Every now and then, I could hear the sound of cars driving past. It seemed I wasn't too far from the NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

road.

I closed my eyes again, trying to regulate my breathing. With my mouth sealed and confined in this

cramped space, I felt suffocated.

Fear was making me shiver. I tried to control my emotions, racking my brains for a way to save myself.

I had no idea if my kidnappers were nearby. I didn't dare make a sound. Even if I wanted to, my mouth

was taped shut and my hands and feet were tied. The only way to make a noise was by banging my

head against the pipe wall, but logic told me that wasn't a good idea.

Who could have done this? The question kept spinning in my head.

Logically, Hannah would have noticed my absence when she returned with the car. Or the security

patrol nearby would have seen me being taken away. Even if it happened quickly, they would have

noticed, right?

They should have come to my rescue. So, why was I left here?