Chapter 50
The feeling of distress in try gut was sind crushing, but staying calm was the need of the hour. Iemidn’t afford to warle line in onderos
© of being seared or panickeil. So, my business mindset was activated when I attempted to deal with this iste fearlessly.
“How much money do you want? 1 can pay millions. Please take your money and let me go
As most kidnappings were for ransom, my first guess about their motive was money. They insist have noticed a successful woman in the Brovinent community and seized the opportunity to make quick money in one night.
But their silence in response baffled me. They ignored me like I wasn’t present in the car. Then it occurred to me, “I have offered too little money,”
My consulting firm had several branches across the country, so they must be expecting a hefty amount for kidnapping the CEO directly. This silence was a method of demanding a large sum of money by seating me.
Without wasting more time, I doubled the offer as I had to escape as swiftly as possible.
I can pay
y tens of millions. Name your price, and money will be transferred in minutes. You can use cryptocurrency for safety as well. I will never involve the police…”
My money talk was disregarded as usual however, the law enforcement mention got a reaction from them. But a bad one!
They stuffed a piece of cloth in my mouth and gagged me, shutting the only door of negotiation. I shuddered uncontrollably. What should I do now?
The fear swirled in my guts as my heart raced. I was helpless before those burly men. Due to darkness, I was unable to see where we were going. The bumpy ride indicated that the car wasn’t on the main road.
Still 1 kept my emotions in check during this danger, looking for a chance to strike a deal with them. I was new in Boston, so ransom was the only thing that justified the situation.
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I was waiting for the gag to be removed for negotiations when the car came to a grinding stop
Without a word, they yanked me out and walked inside a rundown building in the middle of nowhere. This creepy scene froze the very breath in my mouth. I tried to stay calm, but my heart was pounding against my chest as they didn’t give me a second to fight and tied me to a chair, starting their weird activities.
A man brought spray paint bottles, and they painted strange symbols all around. Then they crossed all limits of madness and doused the place with gasoline. A clull ran down my spine as the combined smell of gasoline and paint sucked all the air from my lungs, leaving me breathless. I could hardly focus on their words when someone set up a camera before me and said,
Aritual?
My chair wobbled. One more pash–just one more-
“Stupid bitch!” one of them snarled, his kick knocking the air from my lungs. “You think you can ruin our ritual?”

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