chapter 3 | the spies

"We exist in moments, nothing more"

- S E E K E R



Instead of showing how scared and how much the close quarter bothers me I try to stand taller, look him in the eyes and try again

"Who the hell are you?"

I mean it is fair I know Mister Perfect's name since he apparently is so cool and knows everything.

The stars have aligned in a very bad way and the plane enters a turbulence right then and it shakes pretty hard. His hand tightens on my waist and his other hand reaches the chair behind me and grabs it so that he steadies himself. Before I can even control my body and tell him that this is not a usual situation, my hands move to his shirt and I grip tight to gain balance. After the shaking stops I realize what I have actually done and try to detach my hands really slowly from his shirt hoping he didn't notice but that is impossible so when I move them a little bit more, he notices, breaks eye contact, stares down at his chest, back at me and smirks.

That is another unfreezing moment for me, instead of trying to move my hands away from his chest I put them flat there and try to push really hard.

Useless.

Absolutely useless.

It's like fucking pushing a brick wall. His smirk only gets wider. I try to punch him again but this time he is prepared and catches my wrist in mid air and holds it there.

"You never know when to give up, do you?" he says with humor in his voice.

I try to move my wrist but he won't let go.

Well NOW I'm frustrated. I take everything I have and just push him again, with my hands, body, legs everything while I yell through greeting teeth.

"What the hell do you want from me"

This time he moves, I don't know if it's from me or just because I took him by surprise and I manage to move a few feet to the right, next to the chair I was bound to but away from him. I try to stand tall to be a slight bit intimidating but judging by his amused stance I doubt that I look that way.

"If you wound stop trying to fight me I would explain"

"Oh because I am just supposed to be cool with the fact that you kidnapped me, tied me to a chair, held a knife in a 1 meter radius from me and..."

"I didn't hurt you with the knife" now he seems like he is trying really hard to not burst out laughing.

"That's not the fucking point. Let me go!" I say in frustration. I am pissed off that he doesn't take me as a serious threat, but honestly if I would be in his shoes, by the way I looked and acted so far I guess I wouldn't see myself as a threat either.

"You are free" he said and after a small break he added amused "not bound to the chair anymore"

"Do you think this is funny? You know my parents should be home by now see that I am missing and call the police, and there are video cameras all around my neighborhood so you were definitely seen" that is actually pretty good logic, except it is all a lie my parents-

"Come on sweetheart." I shutter at the nickname "How stupid do you think we are?"

I was prepared to answer something along the lines of a pig is smarter but he quickly added

"Don't answer that, it was rhetoric"

"Your parents are in Berlin '' he continued "Emilia and Noah Felker, married for 20 years, Emilia works as an archaeologist and Noah works in a museum. They are together with you little sister Annabeth Felker happily thinking you are studying right now in you room in Amsterdam" before I could say anything he continued saying things about me like he was reading the newspaper "or actually still sleeping seeing that you wake up every day at around 9 o'clock but it is still 8:30, right?"

I was shocked, scared, paralyzed, he knew so much about my family, about me, what... how... 9 o'clock...

I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do. Were they here to kill me? Then why would they have so much information about my family? Were they here to kill them? Were we on a plane to Germany? So many questions.

When Mister Perfect continues I look at him again.

"Please sit down so we can talk." As he says that he sits in his chair and gestures towards mine.

I refuse to move but I manage to ask

"Were you spying on me?"



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