"Mr Kenny Dawson, can I have the honor to enjoy your girl?" the man asked sarcastically.
"Don't touch her," Kenny shouted with a loud voice. Kenny's face was full of anger and hatred; he would never allow anyone to touch her.
"I have got another idea. What if I get a gay man for you, then give you some drugs? Don't you think we are going to enjoy seeing you pumping into him?" the man asked.
Natasha was surprised. How evil could people be? How could they do such a thing to Kenny? Didn't they have mercy and humanity? " Don't do that to him," she said in a loud voice.
"Okay, then you are going to be the sacrificial lamb."
The man smiled, then pulled Natasha closer to him and ripped off her blouse. Her chest was bare, and everyone around the room could see her. In a certain area of the trousers, one could see a bulge, something exciting and demanding attention. The man swallowed his saliva; it was as if he had never seen such a beautiful woman. At the same time, Kenny jumped towards the man with his hands still tied and kicked the man, who fell far away from Natasha. No one could tell how he did that. The other men were surprised.
The man who had just been kicked by Kenny stood up, hissing with pain as he looked at him angrily. He was ready to attack Kenny, but he was told to take it slow, so he sat down and, from time to time, he threw glances at Kenny. He had already lost his erection after receiving the kick.
"Mr Kenny, how do you feel being here?" one of the men asked." I really hate you and I don't like seeing your face, I hate you very much," he continued." Did you think you could get the antidote?" Right?"
Natasha was confused about what the man was talking about.. What antidote was he talking about, and why was Kenny looking for an antidote?
The man laughed like a maniac," I'm going to kill you today, then I'll take your girl with me. Nobody is going to find out about that."
Kenny didn't say a word, and this got the man mad."What do you think your dad will say when he finds out that you are in this world and you got killed there?" the man asked again.
In this world, he meant the Underworld, but of course Natasha didn't understand.
The man took the gun from the underground chair and pointed it towards Kenny's forehead, "Today is going to be the most successful day of my life after ending your life with my own hands. Please say hi to the creator," the man said, then pulled the trigger.
'Bang!!!!!!'
A loud voice was hard in the room, and Natasha, whose eyes were closed when she saw the gun, rushed to Kenny, who was already lying on the ground, blood trickling from his head. She hugged him," Kenny, wake up."
Kenny looked at her face with a smile, then said," Don't worry, I won't die."
.....
"Kenny!!!" Natasha suddenly shouted and sat on the bed. It was a dream; her body was covered with sweat. The dream was so real.
It was just a day before that she had dreamt of Kenny being tortured and people wanting to kill him. Just like the previous day, she couldn't recall how those men looked. Why did they want to kill him? Wait, the man in the dream said that he hated Kenny that much. Why did he hate him?
Oooh, she was about to be forced into sucking that man's genitals...yuck, she almost vomited. If not for Kenny kicking that man, what could have happened? She didn't even want to think about it.
Could it be that Kenny was in danger? Was she being used to conveying the message to Kenny? Forget it, they weren't together anymore and she couldn't do that. Why would she care about him when he cared about another woman? Although she hated him, she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. She would always wish him well, despite the hatred she had for him.
She picked up her phone. It had run out of power. She had forgotten to connect it to power the previous day before going to bed. She quickly connected it and turned it on. She saw a message from a new number.
"Hi, Natasha, this is Dave.'
Dave was the driver who took her to the hotel the other day. But wait, how did he get her number? The driver had given her a piece of paper with his number written on it but she hadn't called or texted him. Forget it, it wasn't important how the driver got her number; the thing she wanted the most was someone to keep her company. She felt really afraid of all that was happening in her dreams. She wanted someone she could talk to. This Dave guy was very nice to her and there wasn't any problem making friends with him. After all, she was in a new place, and she needed someone who could show her around and tell her how things were being done in that country. Dave seemed to know too much about the city, and following him around would be nice rather than staying idle in the hotel room.
She quickly typed a message." Hi Dave, my phone just ran out of power and hasn't been recharged. Will you be free today to take me to the museum?"
Immediately, she received a reply.
Dave: "Yes, at what time?"
She replied," In two hours' time, please."
"Okay."
It was already eight in the morning, and she had to take a shower and have breakfast before the driver could pick her up.
The hotel was an Airbnb, and she could just order breakfast in her room. So, after taking a quick shower, she made a call and breakfast was brought into her room by the room service attendant.
By now,her mind wasn't yet calm, her heart kept on racing, and she had this ominous feeling.
She tried shaking off, but all was in vain.