•~Rhyna and kidnapper~•

"Aren't you just full of shit?" He sneered at her, hating her lies at this moment.

"Look, I already told you whatever I knew about it. This is all I got to know, this is all anyone knows about it. It doesn't let anyone know more than this, it ensures that no-one knows more than they are supposed to know." She spoke as if in a trance and that made him all the angrier, he knew she was making it up, there was no way that she out of all people wasn't aware of it.

"It? Why do you call it an 'it'? Are there more people involved? Is it a criminal organization?" He hit her head with the base of his gun, not hard enough to knock her out but hard enough to make her speak, give him answers that he needed. But what angered him was that she just laughed.

They were in his car, the doors locked from inside and impossible to open even from the inside without him inserting his keys in the ignition.

"Aren't you desperate, huh? I have given you more than you bargained for. We had a deal, I followed you to your car, I gave you answers and you promised to let me go after that." She looked into his eyes as if he was supposed to be intimidated by her. Like hell he was!

"Listen to me, you trash. There is no deal between us. If I feel like, I will kill you right fucking now. But I am restarting myself in the hope that you'll co-operate for the sake of your own life. But you know something bitch, I am not a very patient man. So start speaking before I change my decision." He pulled her by the thin sleeve of her dress, almost on the verge of tearing it down.

Damn this woman! If she wasn't who she was, he would have been attracted to her, she was fierce and fearless. But that was not working out in his favor at the moment.

"You know the trash you're pulling right now is a dress which you won't be able to afford if you sell your seven generations. So I suggest you get your hands off of it right about now." She tried to push him away but she wasn't physically stronger than him and in no time he had hit the side of her head with his gun again.

"Arghh!" She groaned in pain, rubbing her jaw with her hand. She felt stupid for even letting him talk to her in the first place. She knew better than to let a man charm her panties. Except, he didn't really want to go for the panties.

"You better start speaking. Now. Or it won't be just your face that's going to look bad."

"Look, I had left all of that a while ago. I don't really remember much of it." Lies, lies, lies. She knew she could never forget even an ounce of what happened, ever.

"How long's a while, huh? And do you really expect me to believe that you don't remember shit?"

"I don't and that's it. You can kill me if you want to. I don't know any more than what I have already told you." He wasn't sure if he should have believed her or not. She wasn't someone who could be trusted and for the record, he didn't expect it to be super easy to extract any information out of her.

But goddamn it! She was stubborn! He will play her game if that's what was going to make her speak.

"Rhyna, I warned you but you just had to be this stubborn. Didn't you? I will have to kill you." He raised his gun, unlocked the safety, and started pressing the trigger, she sat there unblinking, no sign of fear in her eyes.

He groaned internally but now he couldn't possibly have let her think that he was a softie so he shot her in the right arm in a quick motion and heard her scream, almost instantly. She cradled her arm in her hands, screaming in pain.

He saw some people coming his way because of the noise she was making and quickly started reversing his small green truck out of the parking area and drove on to the open highway.

"You son of a bitch, you are dead." She groaned in pain, still holding her arm still.

"Yes, that is if you don't die of blood loss. And trust me it's a long journey. By the way, I am a doctor, were you aware? I bet not. But I can help, you know." He smiled at her as if she wasn't just going through extreme pain caused by a bullet, shot by him.

"I can help you if you help me." He looked at her with a meaningful gaze.

"Fuck, fuck, it hurts!" She cursed and he winced internally, such prettiness in a bloody mess, how he could have devoured her first and then later did the questioning.

"I can help, I am saying that again and again. That is if you help me first."

She whimpered again, she inspected the wound and saw that the bullet was still inside her arm. She needed it to be treated if she wanted to survive, if it wasn't for the blood loss, she will die because of some infection this metal may cause. She needed it out and thus made her decision.

"Treat me first, take it out, it hurts."

"What? Do I look that stupid to you? You aren't getting any help from me before I get any answers from you."

"Look, I give you my word, I will pass out way before, and then it will be harder for me to recover. It's for the best for both of us that you help me right now. It's not like I can run somewhere, I don't even know where we are right now. Just please!"

He looked at her, analyzing her face for the detection of any trace of a lie but he found nothing, absolutely nothing. Just pain.

He made his decision.

"There is a place I know, not too far away, hang on for a while, will you?"

"But-" Before she could have said anything, he knocked her out with his gun, this time hitting hard enough.