Chapter 165: Chapter 165

Lucien and Brianna were tied up with their hands to their backs. The men who took them were in a rush to leave the place that they knocked the two out with chloroform and carried the two like sacks of potatoes. Two men carried Lucien, while one man was enough to lift Brianna out of the warehouse from wall to wall.

The leader of the abductors ordered his men to drive out of the area one at a time to avoid catching attention. The leader left knowing his truck had the captives, but he mistakenly heard the plate number he was told to take the ride as he was speaking to his boss on the phone when his men told him. He also got the call that said the warehouse was now being seized.

"Let them do what they want. We have what we needed, anyway," the leader sneered as he menacingly stated.

It was not a big trouble for them if the location got exposed. It wasn't a small-time person behind the operations there. Terrence Clayton can make things happen; even the impossible becomes possible with him. So the man did not worry about a thing, he was even more proud as he was like bring the best present his boss had ever wanted all these years. He rested on his seat and closed his eyes as the truck drove off. They will be on the road for quite a while since they had to take a long route to avoid getting tracked and traced by the Michaelsons. They avoided paths with surveillance cameras to run like a ghost in their enemy's eyes. And he instructed his men to be the bait, taking the clear path and making sure they were seen on surveillance cameras to lead the Michaelsons on a wild goose chase in case they realized they had already taken the hostage and his bodyguard out of the warehouse.

But this move made the rescue team turn the place upside down and inside out as General Lockwood confirmed that the trucks they checked did not have Brianna and Lucien. The General also noted that they checked a truck less according to the number Jack told them of the count.

"No, three trucks left the warehouse compound within a mile radius," Jack argued. Then he turned to his team to give orders. "Check on every possible path. They might have chosen to take a route with no cameras to get off the radar knowing they were already burned."

"Anna! Wake up!" Lucien kept tugging on Brianna's clothes. He was too worried about how low the temperature was starting to drop. It was dark, and he could not even see anything, but he could feel Anna was beside him, also tied up as he tried to reach his hands on her from his back. If she didn't wake up, things would get worse. She had to stay conscious.

"Damn it, Anna! Please wake up!" He moved to let his touch guide him on how she was positioned and find where her head was facing. When he knew how to move around to face her with his face, then he whispered closely to her ear.

"Babe!" He tried to annoy her, too, hoping it would provoke her somehow. But as she remained motionless and unresponsive. "You can kill me later when you wake up, but for now, I guess this is my last resort."

Brianna was sitting against the wall, just like Lucien, when he woke up. Her hands were tied behind her back while her legs were stretched on the floor. Lucien straddled her without pressing his weight on Brianna's legs as he sat on his heels right in front of her and clamped her nose with his lips. This way, Lucien thought, would wake Anna up as she would feel the need to breathe. He was still considering not to be mistaken as he was taking advantage of the situation. But the unconscious Brianna did not wake up. Her body instincts responded subconsciously but not the way Lucien had anticipated.

What Lucien had in his expectations for her response was that she would wake up surprised and yell or get mad at him. To his dismay, her mouth turned ajar, and she inhaled her breath of air through it.

"Come on! I want to wake up but not kill me when you do," he groaned. He did not want to be accused of stealing a kiss. "Okay, let's say this is another way of CPR."

Lucien intentionally pressed one side of his nose to the side of Brianna's nose attached to his and blocked her breath.

"Hmmmm…" Brianna moaned as she felt the lack of air in her lungs.

Lucien was purely trying to wake her up. He did not move his lips as he blocked her flow of air to make her respond. But as she struggled to breathe and her lips moved lightly. His lips mimicked her movements.

Brianna felt like she needed to open her lips wider to get enough air, but as she did, Lucien's lips started to kiss her. His mind felt numb, but as the warmth of her mouth enticed him, his kisses turned deeper, searching for more sweetness and warmth. But as he himself also needed to catch a breath, Lucien let Anna's lips go. He paused for a while to check if she was already awake.

"Anna, please wake up," Lucien still managed to control his desire to kiss her again. The moment was too inviting, but the thought of doing it against her will or without her proper consent sobered him up and made him stay rational. To his relief, she answered.

"It's too cold here," Brianna mumbled as their lips parted. She was still dazed, and the freezing cold surrounding them caught her attention first.

"Anna! Thank God, you're already awake," Lucien exclaimed.

"I have a tiny knife on my left inner arm. I can't reach it with my hands tied to my back," Anna said drowsily.

"I'll take it. I'll take it," Lucien hurriedly answered. He was glad she was not mad at him, but he was more excited to know that she was already awake. She could punish him in whatever way she deemed he deserved as long as she was alive and conscious.

Lucien searched and found the knife. It wasn't even five inches long, almost unnoticeable. It was hidden inside the sleeves of the shirt she was wearing. He took the knife, helped her get untied, and asked her to untie him after.

While untying both of them, Brianna was starting to regain herself, and like a robot shut down for a while, her system started to reboot.

"Where are we?" Brianna asked.

"I am not sure, but the place seemed lower than the normal temperature," Lucien answered, shivering.

"No wonder I feel so cold," Brianna commented as she tried to look around and check their surroundings. She pulled a finger-sized light from her waist and pointed it around. "Are we moving?" She asked Lucien mindlessly.

"I don't think so?" Lucien replied. "Why?"

"This looks like a freezer room, but the warehouse you were brought into was filled with different farming products. There could have never been any freezer room anywhere in it. We must have been drugged unconscious and brought somewhere else," Brianna stated when she noticed the hanging dead pigs in the middle of the room where they were sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall.

"We have to get out of here," Lucien started to move. "We have to find the door."

Brianna used her flashlight to look for the door in the opposite direction where Lucien had gone.

"I didn't find it," they almost spoke at the same time when they met halfway.

"Check my side. I'll check yours," Brianna suggested. And started moving again, Lucien did as she said, but they arrived at the spot they were sitting on earlier and said the same thing.

"Is it possible?" Lucien asked. "How come the door seemed invisible?"

Brianna paused to think.

"I noticed we are in a four-thousand millimeter by more or less two-thousand-millimeter size, steel-walled room, a freezer of slaughtered pig meats," Brianna spoke with her flashlights pointing at the four corners, one after the other. "I am guessing we are inside a delivery truck or something like a container."

Lucien rubbed his palms to create heat as he felt colder by the second, nodding his head at the possibilities of Anna's calculations.

"See that line there?" Brianna pointed the lights in a direction where a visible line was from the top end to the floor. "I think that is the door, but it can only be open from the outside," she said with a slightly shaky voice.

"Can I offer a hug?" Lucien humorously uttered with a trembling voice. He thought, if he, as a man, could feel this much cold, Anna must be feeling worse, so he offered instead of asking for it.