Chapter 70: Chapter 70

Maya woke up to absolute darkness and the murky smell of dust and dirt.

Her hands and legs were numb. She didn't know how long they have been tied to the metallic chair she was sitting on.

More than anything, she suppressed the overwhelming urge to scream help, rip her hair apart, cause drama, or any of the other stuff, victims in the Crime thriller movie she sees, usually participate in that just indicate to viewers they ain't making it out alive.

Apart from not wanting to piss off her kidnappers, she didn't want them to have any idea that she was now awake.

She looked around the desolate big room she have been left in. Apart from the smell of dust and abyss, she could also see cobwebs hanging on the wall and though she tried not to think of it, she knew that hairy insects and creatures thought her an invader of their home.

She wondered if that will be her last day on Earth. If Xavier's psycho girlfriend have already made up her mind on how excruciatingly painful her death was going to be and how slow.

She couldn't believe she wasn't trembling or cussing because she was going to be dying for a lie. A lie she had been obliged to concur to because she did make catastrophic decisions as soon as the man named Xavier, also her boss used his compelling tone on her.

She shook her head, not believing she was deliberating on asking whoever was her kidnapper, a chance to get her lawyer to write her will.

She wouldn't want Jessica wearing her new white cotton top and tropical straight skirt that she had not stopped talking about how she had seen it first but Maya had snagged it behind her back.

It should go to Jasmine.

She closed her eyes trying to think of what else she was worth apart from designer bags with price tags that have made her cry even as she inputted her card number, the gemstone jewelry set Xavier had given her which were more than one as the events they went to together progress, some designer gowns that she has Benefited from this charade that was soon going to cost her life. Clothes for a life.

She closed her eyes, a sob escaping her lips as the reality that she just might die dawn on her.

She didn't own a car, never bought a house. No picket fence too and no husband. She didn't even have a boyfriend and had not worked more than three months in her assistant work before trouble had come knocking.

She closed her eyes even as a lone tear escaped them. She should hate Xavier, abhor him but yet she couldn't bring herself to do just that. Ridiculously, she realized she will miss not seeing the scowl he wore alongside his tux.

He wasn't like other men. Never had been. Though few could afford the designer tailor-made clothes he had on, he wore them like he was an international model and not a business mogul. Men walked, yet he sauntered. Talked, he uttered words. Firm, if it was an instruction, authoritative, even though it was a request and in the bedroom, his drawls could make involuntary sound leave the back of your throat.

Maya closed her eyes, cursing inwardly. She couldn't believe she dared to think of that one night with him, while he had uttered delicious filthy words into her ears and made her sick in the knees just by his unbridled dirty tongue.

No manner of hail Mary she did now could save her. It was all over, she was going to hell. It was all over for her and of course, the devil will look at her with amused intrigue, having dirty thoughts and thinking about rolling your tongue on chiseled abs when it is a matter of when before you end up dead? That will sure pique his curiosity.

Will that earn her a demonic role in his kingdom? At least she could torment and not get tormented, that was something right?

She wanted to collapse her head on her lap and cry but couldn't act on that because of the uncomfortable position she was tied into, so she just stayed still, her head against the metallic chair she sat on even as tears glided down from both her cheeks.

Her tummy growled reminding her she had not had anything to eat, all day. She wondered what time it'll be now since she didn't have the luxury of finding that out herself.

She paused to wonder if she will ever have a taste of Xavier's pancakes, his lasagne, and moan at how amazingly divine, his chocolate fudge tastes while she stare in awe at how God could make something so sweet come from somebody so bitter.

She doubted if she'll ever argue with Jessica, trying to prove she was worth the best graduating student award she refused while Jessica bitterly tries to refute it? If she'll ever be in Jasmine's arms and now? She'll bear her smothering butting into her life without a fuss.

She sighed, if she could make a choice now she'll even pick being in the hospital and giving a tutorial to Xavier on how to talk to a woman who was in the hospital bed, especially if that woman was your mother.

She'll even wince at Brian's bad joke that made her wonder when the joke was going to start, she'll miss Melissa and just how much, she demonstrated what family should be like. She had a brother like Xavier and yet still loved him! She was her role model.

She missed complaining about the pink interior of the house she shared with Jessica and Jasmine because no matter how much she tried to have hope, hang on to a faith or something that looks like it. She could feel like this was the end. It was deep down in her gut.

It was time. Soon she'll be referred to as "was" and as much as that made her sad and didn't give her dandy butterflies.

What made her really sad wasn't the fact that she never did learn the Happy feet dance she had been practicing. It was meant for when she bought her first car, that was terrible too so also was the unused stash of money breathing in her account, she had been saving. But what made her really sad was that she knew that if the myth was anything to go by and once shot you'll see the highlight of your life, she had got nothing.

Yes, she has amazing and understanding people in her life. Jasmine loved her to bits and Jessica will never admit she'll cry the hardest at her burial. But still, she craved a lover's touch, hands laced together in the heat of passion.

Waking up next to someone that made your heart flutter yet he still lies to you that you look amazing even though you know your hair is disheveled and sticking into different directions. Then you both will laugh in understanding after the compliment. You are no Barbie! He knows it too.

Someone who she could share a meal with in companionable silence, strip all her insecurities with, and love with all her might.

Once she gets out of here, if she gets out, she found herself pledging, she was going to find that person.

She was plunging in again into really living. Heartbreak or not? What was really there to lose when she was so close to losing her life.

The door was flung open.

"Hello, Bree. Nice to meet you again, so sorry it wasn't as soon as I wanted."

Her eyes widened, "You!"