Being late to work had become second nature to me. There I was late yet again. I struggled to pat down my caressly ironed pencil dress against my body and drunk my tea at the same time. My alarm went off again and I snoozed it and pushed it another ten minutes ahead. This was the fifteenth time I had snoozed it. The first five times was me adding myself ten more minutes of sleep. Five times. The second five were me trying to pull my half awake body out of bed and the last were me trying to bathe while cooking breakfast while ironing my clothes and while styling my hair. That wasn't possible of course.
The choking smell of burning fabric filled the air suddenly and I was then reminded that I had left my work blazer under the hot ironing box. Why does nature hate me? I rushed to rescue the fair white piece of fabric but it was already too late as the new burnt gaping hole above my left breast stared at me.
I'm not a lazy person nor do I love to postpone but I am a career woman who hates her job and has a secret obsession about writing fanfictions and novels. Having promised my readers to update two chapters every day was the beginning of my end. I had first decided to write for fun back when I was in my final year of college. Back then I had a lot of time on my hands since I was bad at keeping social relations. My book had gotten a lot of love and my pen name cursedink had attracted a small funbase.
However, love can be a curse in itself. Perhaps I had cursed myself with my pen name because my stupid promise had sunk me into slavery. I once failed to update for a day and my comments had grown so dark real quick that I was left shaking under my covers for days. The only thing that had saved me from getting a beating from my readers perhaps was the fact that they didn't know my government name. They didn't know if I was male or female and that was the only blessing. Even so they had cursed me till my third generation and some even speculated I was a fat ugly man in my forties. One even speculated that maybe I passed away and even attracted a few RIP heartfelt messages.
I didn't learn my lesson the first time and even started a second book right after finishing the first. I rather love conspiracies and so I started a new book. THE LAST OF HIS KIND. It was only four weeks old on the site but my fanbase had doubled overnight. I wished to rename it LAST OF MY SANITY, because it was putting me under so much pressure I hadn't gotten a full night's sleep since I started it. The previous day I updated one chapter instead of two and if I hadn't begged my fans and lied that I was sick they could have cursed till my seventh generation. In return I had to update three chapters before I went to bed. I had barely placed my head on the pillow when my alarm went off. It was lucky it didn't have a neck and I was too broke to break it.
My alarm went off again and I jumped a few centimeters in the air before shutting it down. If I didn't leave soon my boss was going to have my skinny butt on a silver platter. The short mean woman from the Agutu tribe of the north was so mean she could freeze you with a glare. I shuddered leaving my barely drunk cup of tea on the table before rushing for the door. My heels clicked violently on the stairs of my apartment complex that didn't have an elevator. Luckily, I only stayed on the second floor. I didn't stop even after busting out of the building. My heels pressed on the gravel as my weight pressed onto them while I ran to the bus stop.
I could see the bus come to sight and I waved for the driver to wait. What a lucky...
My train of thought was cut when in slow motion a foot was intentionally placed in my path. I screamed and instinctively hesitated in my step while trying to catch myself and maneuver the obstacle. Too late, instead I lost my footing. I flew forward with my legs tripping each other and I knew it was going to be a nasty fall. But instead of falling a pair of hands swiftly caught me harshly before a sack was thrown over my head and my world went dark.
It didn't take me long to realize what had happened and I immediately struggled against the bruising grip on both my hands which were held tightly behind my back. My body was pulled onto a tall hard body restraining my movements entirely. I struggled with all my strength as panic set deep in my stomach and a feeling of dread settled in my heart.
"Let me go please" I begged when the person behind me, no doubt a man, started moving forward steadily. Before long the screeching tires of a vehicle stopped right in front of us and he let go of me with a rough push. I was sent flying for a second before landing on my hands on a cold floor of no doubt a vehicle.
Oh no!
" Help! Help!" I yelled in panic hoping a good Samaritan could swoop in and save me in time but my voice was muffled by the sudden bang of the door and we were on the move.
"The underground warehouse" a gruff voice said. It was the voice of my abductor. I had never heard the voice before and I was pretty good at remembering voices. My breath come in gasps as fear began to seep into my bones. Did I really manage to offend someone this much?
"You have the wrong person" I said as loudly as I could.
"I'm just a starting journalist. All I do is write news for my superiors. Let me go please." I tried again and I was ignored. Just when I was about to move my hands and rip the sack of my face my hands were captured and bound tightly behind my back. I have always hated being restrained or being confined in small spaces. When he tied my legs too I lost it and forgot how to breathe. My lungs rose and fell harshly as panic flooded my every melancholic cell and suddenly I was suffocating.
"Please!" I begged pitifully as my air supply became smaller and smaller in the cage in my head.
"She is going to faint," another voice said, slightly bored.
"I didn't even gag her" The gruff voice answered again with a lack of emotion. At the mention of a gag all hell broke loose in my mind and suddenly I couldn't breath at all. Black dots started to occupy my vision and I fought to stay conscious with all my willpower.
I can't lose both my mobility and be gagged!
Sweat poured down my back as I tried to calm down but it was futile. I was being kidnapped and I didn't know why? I'm I going to die just like this? Did those fans of mind jinx me? I'm I going to die without seeing my sixth generation? I could feel my head becoming light.
"What a bother" the bored voice sighed before a hand squeezed the area where my neck meets my shoulders and consciousness slipped from me swiftly and I was plunged into darkness.