Kidnapped by the hot beast

Before leaving, I took a brief look at my appearance in front of mirror.

No one could tell it was me.

Getting back to the taxi that was still waiting for me outside, I entered hurriedly.

"Take me to the train station. Quick!"

He looked at me weirdly.

I don't blame him.

Anyone would if they had picked a girl from a rich 5 star hotel to a middle class apartment from where she would come out wearing a wig and black glasses.

To my relief, he didn't question anything. Just drived me to station quietly.

Why would he?

Anything should concern him then it must be the money he'll be getting.

Its 3:am right now.

If I'm lucky then Ian wouldn't have awaken by now.

I leaned against the leather chair and closed my eyes.

My thoughts were quietening.

I felt a bit confident.

Maybe I can escape him to another city.

Then rent a cheap hotel room.

And stay here as long as Ian forgets about me.

But he didn't forget about me in the last couple of years.

I might be needing to do a part-time job.

With my changed appearance I think I can make it.

I looked outside the car window.

The streets were empty. I breath in deeply.

I wanted to fill my heart with the pleasant sensation. The freedom.