Faye had never felt so helpless. Her hands and feet were bound, and her means to resist her captors had been incapacitated.
The car was so well-insulated that it muffled anything coming from the outside. All that had gotten through to her was the sound of someone talking, a heated argument, maybe, and that was it. She was completely clueless as to what was going on outside. The feeling unknown was gnawing at her stomach. She felt like her sanity had taken a huge dip. Time continued to crawl at its petty pace, and each passing second worsened her initial state of restlessness, torment, and despair.
She rued her naivety. She should not have believed that bastard’s words and put herself in such a precarious position. She could already imagine how the rest of this would play out, what William would do to her, and how he would immortalize it in a video. Once that video was spread all over the Internet, her life would be over.
Faye wished for someone to come and save her, even if it meant sacrificing the rest of her life. By God, she was willing for any form of rescue!
However, deep down inside, she knew that the odds were against her. A miracle would have to happen.
Compelled by her desire to survive, she summoned all of her strength and propped herself up. Her chafed skin had turned red from the irritation of the binds, though she paid no mind to it. She continued slamming her head against the window in place of her cries for help.
It might very well be for naught, but she had to try.
Finally, she watched a towering figure enter her line of sight. It was approaching her. As she had her head leaning against the window, she could not get a good look at it. The only thing she could see was the figure’s chest. Her heart began to race, because she noticed that this figure was dressed differently from William and Howard. It was a stranger- a man. Had he come to save her?
From the ashes of her despair, a small ember of hope was rekindled.
The door was opened.
Half of Faye’s body was balanced on the window, so when the door was yanked away from her, she collapsed forward. She yelped as she expected to hit the ground, but she did not fall very far. A pair of strong hands had managed to catch her.
“You alright?”
That gruff, coarse voice! Faye shuddered, and tears began to pour out of her eyes. She could never forget that voice, never!
The man propped her upright, and she caught a clear view of his face. Or rather, his familiar clown mask. The chairman of Violet Vision!
Faye could not describe the feelings that consumed her. She had been trapped in a hopeless place, but now she was saved. A comforting warmth caressed her body, and even though she was bound and gagged, she could not contain the cry that escaped her lips.
“It’s him again! It’s always him!”
Her tears were impossible to hold, a waterfall that entirely drenched her shirt and the chairman’s chest. Zayn felt a sharp pang in his chest as he watched her. He was seething. He regretted not torturing William more than he already had!
And Howard Carter… Allowing him to escape was one of the most lamentable things he had ever done.