Her kidnapper had yet to speak a single word since he’d drugged her into unconsciousness, content to remain a figure of silent terror beneath the black mask and cloak he wore, and Kira felt herself growing increasingly unnerved as he paced away around her bound form, the silence broken only by the snap of his camera and the muffled pleas that managed to escape past the firm rubber ball gag wedged tightly in her mouth. Grunting, the slender brunette strained against the leather straps securing her spread-eagle to the St. Andrew’s cross, the bonds at her wrists, ankles, thighs, elbows, waist and throat creaking mockingly at her futile struggles. Whoever had abducted her was a professional. The room in which she’d been imprisoned was wholly bare of any furniture or decorations she could use to identify her location, there was not a centimetre of slack to be exploited in her bondage, and for all intents and purposes, he’d left her completely immobile.
Not to mention naked, Kira remarked inwardly, blushing red with embarrassment. The black minidress she’d worn to the club had vanished upon awakening, leaving her pale flesh utterly exposed to her abductor’s scrutiny, and she tensed up, feeling his gaze sweep over her small breasts and toned stomach. A thousand different possibilities played out in her mind, each more horrific than the last, and frightened tears welled up in her grey eyes as he set the camera aside, hands reaching for her gag. “Be still. I will not harm you,” came a gentle voice behind the mask. Nodding as much as her bonds would permit, Kira complied. A few moments fussing with the clasp, and the loathsome ball was finally removed, her slender body shuddering with each breath. “I will get you something to drink.”
“Why are you doing this?” Kira whispered.
“For the ransom, of course. You are Kira Clearwater, daughter of the rental estate magnate Roland Clearwater, correct?” Kira answered with a small nod. “Then I figure you’re good for a ransom of at least ten million. After all, I doubt your father would want to have pictures of his darling daughter so exposed online, would he?”
Without waiting for a response, the kidnapper restored the gag into her mouth, and Kira slumped back, trying to get comfortable. Her father was stubborn and immovable as a tree stump, especially where his money was concerned, and she shivered, wishing her kidnapper had the grace to offer her a blanket. I might be here for a while…