ENDS

“How can you remain so calm? Aren’t you bothered you might not make it out alive?” Dialo said to Meredith as she sat at the far corner of the room with her eyes still closed and her hands and feet still in a knot.

Meredith scuffed at his statement, so loud that the young man found it quite annoying and insulted.

“Speak for yourself” she started with a tone that sounded like she and Dialo had been in an argument for quite a number of years “you are going to release me and I am going to call the cops and you’ll be ending up in jail with whoever that sent you as a roommate.”

Her confidence was slightly alarming to him; he had never seen a woman so stubborn. He silently thanked God for not allowing him to judge her book by her looks cause if he had listened to what his mind had initially told him about her, he wouldn’t have bothered tying her up.

And he was very certain that if he didn’t, one of them would have been dead by now.

“You’re quite funny” he said “and also too bold for a woman”

Even though she was blindfolded, the irritation on her face was so prominent that if expressions could transform into energy… hers would have been heat.

“Fuck you for such a stupid statement” she muttered but the echoes of the room made her sound three times more amplified than it actually is.

Another deathly silence dragged on between them. It’s not like there is nothing to be said, both of them had millions of questions they wanted to ask the other but for Meredith at this point everything she’s going through is a lot to take in.

But for Dialo, he didn’t want to seem like he was prying for information.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Especially for the fact that his boss had never ordered him to.

In the midst of the silence, Meredith’s stomach made a low growl that got her feeling a little embarrassed.

They had brought her a meal earlier in the day but she rejected it and refused to eat unless her blindfold was removed, which was an impossible request.

So she starved herself.

Deep down, her heart was beating erratically and she felt her façade of boldness was fading.

When Dialo had left the room to go get her meal, unwillingly she saw herself crying. A temporary breakdown to express how scared and tired she was of whatever was going on.

She wished there was a button somewhere that she could get a hold of and just turn off every single thing that was happening until she had a grip of herself.

The moment she heard his feet shuffling towards the door, she made a conscious and straining effort to wipe her tears away because in her words

‘no way that son of a b**** is gonna see me cry’

But now she’s regretting why she rejected the only meal she would be given for the day.

Meanwhile Dialo on the other hand was enjoying the show, he smirked when he heard her stomach rumble.

Silently he wanted to know how long her stubbornness would carry her and how far.

But to be honest, he admired her being.

She wasn’t one to give up so easily no matter how bad it seems they have been condemned to fate.

She was truly the daughter of her father Pedro.

Her father was supposed to come pick her up today, but he wasn’t quite sure if he still had that plan in mind because there had been no calls nor instructions so far.

And just like they had read his mind, one of his partners came knocking on the door.

“I’m here to pick her up, her father would be here soon.” The lady said and Meredith’s ears peaked at the statement.

“M-my fat-ther?” she stuttered, wondering what her father had on connection with the people who had her kidnapped.

“Yes, now let’s get you cleaned up” said the lady as she walked up to where Meredith was seated at the edge of the room.

“looks like the blindfold is finally coming off” Dialo said with a tinge of amusement.