Chapter two | perfectly executed punch

"she's the perfect amount of chaos and peace"

- r.h. Sin



I started thinking a little about the destination, they were taking me somewhere in a jet, a fucking private plane. I still expected everything to be a joke, you know, that my family would all come from behind me with a big cake wishing happy birthday even though my birthday is in 7 months it is never too early to hope right?

My thoughts were interrupted when a butler came into the room with a tray with a single glass on it and gave it to Mister Cover of Vogue. The butler didn't even glance in my direction like I was nothing, was he used to this? Did he see people tied to chairs all the time? Oh God this is a people trafficking business? But that still doesn't explain why they transport me in jet, and why-

"So Aria you might wonder why you are here."

He... he knows my name? Shit.

"Tied to a chair in a private jet, nope that is just my usual Wednesday morning." sarcasm is my safest option.

I don't know what this man wants from me, I don't have any important friends, just the usual college kids, but they are from all around the world so yeah maybe usual isn't actually the best description but that's what I hope.

Back to Mister I Am Running Out Of Nicknames he smiles again.

He gets up, finishes his glass, the butler teleports next to him and grabs it.

He takes a few steps towards me. To close for my liking.

"Stay back! I know kick-boxing." I say my voice is growing weaker towards the end of the sentence.

That actually wasn't entirely a lie, I have been going to practice once a week for the past few years but I can't say I am the best fighter. I know what to do but I feel really bad for hitting someone but right now I would do anything to hit this man in his perfect teeth.

He doesn't say anything, just pulls the shiniest and sharpest pocket knife out and takes the remaining steps.

I am too shocked to do anything, to move, to speak, my brain is repeating "WE ARE GOING TO DIE! WE ARE GOING TO DIE!"

He lowers himself so our faces align and while he is staring into my soul he also cuts my zip ties and before he can even take a step back or get back up, all those years off practice help, the adrenaline, and I just suddenly snap out of my shock and punch him.

My kick-boxing trainer would be proud of me. It was a perfectly executed right hook. It landed straight in the middle of his right cheek. He is so stunned he doesn't even move so I push/ slither around him and run towards the door where the butler last disappeared. He seemed like a small man. I could take him easily, my confidence being huge after the perfect punch.

But with my good luck (sarcasm intended again) I don't make three steps before I am grabbed by the waist and shoved against the back of one of the airplane chairs. Suddenly, the distance between me and the door was getting bigger and between me and Mister I Carry A Knife In My Pocket Because That Is Normal is extremely small.

He is breathing right in my face and isn't much taller than me. I guess I reach his mouth easily, actually that is the only thing I can focus on apparently, I am looking him in the eyes but it takes everything to not look at his lips. Now that I think about it, his lips shouldn't have been the thing I compared my height to, a mistake on my part.

He seems a little pissed but I don't blame him, actually I would be way more pissed off if I was in his position. I have to give him more credit because he has very good self control.

"Want to try that again" he says in a low voice.

I swear to God if I would have the opportunity to throw myself out of the plane without the parachute I would have done it without hesitating. My breath hitches in my throat, actually in my lungs, everything stops, my heart, my brain goes blank, my legs, if I wouldn't be supported by the chair and- his hand is still on my waist.

Nope, that's it I quit.

It doesn't matter that I'm in the air, I still want to be swallowed by the earth.

Don't get me wrong, in any normal situation this would be better but this guy kidnapped me, had a knife, and I just punched him. And let me tell you THAT is NOT a good combination.