Hostage Part Two
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Introduction: My name is Ariete (A-Ree-Et) and I am 18 yrs old. My hostage romance starts here. It was half past twelve (12:30) midnight. I was staying at a motel from having a huge fight with my parents arguing about my arranged marriage with some rich, disgusting guy I was supposed to marry and have children with. He was so hideous I had chills down my spine. It was getting late I couldnt sleep from thinking too much. Suddenly, a bag went over my head and everything went black with a fierce...
“Charles, Cliff said to tell you he wants to take me away for the weekend, so you'll have to babysit the k**s all weekend.”“SIGH! O-Okay Carla. It-It's bad enough he gets to have his way with you the way he does, I-I just wish he would at least not wait until Thursday night to decide such things.”“You're right honey. I did mention that to him, but you know what a spur of the moment guy he is. Even though it's an imposition, I see it as still sort of romantic. Oh! Where is my mind. I...
“My Lord Patriarch, I will of course compensate you fully for the loss of the ship in any way that I can, I assure you that this was completely unforeseen.” The Patriarch snarled, raising his hackles and exposing his sharp, carnivore teeth at the merchant, his pearlescent, ornate fur cape flowing behind him. The far shorter and plumper human straightened his tie uncomfortably, avoiding the penetrating gaze of the nine foot Borealan monarch. Benedict sold used starships by trade, it was not an...
Bruce Goddard was very impressed with the British police. They’d flown him in from Gran Canaria and put him up in the Savoy Hotel, all so that he could make a statement about the rescue of Will Wainwright. He’d been to London before but never stayed anywhere as luxurious as this. It was an experience he was determined to savour. When the barman offered to put the price of his beer on his room bill, he thought that maybe that was taking the piss. However, once he was told the price, his...
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I’d like to thank michchick98 for her help in editing my story. Any grammatical errors found in the story are purely mine. Present day Anna and Ramone were eating ice cream in her apartment whilst reminiscing of their time together. They’d been friends for 20 years now and although life had pushed them into different directions, they remained the best of friends. It was November and they were discussing their plans for Christmas. They’d both turned 30 in the course of the year and were...
Kay spent a moment, considering what tact to take. "Tell me about Ramone Diaz." Monica blinked. "My fiance? We met in college. He is a resident at Chihuahua General Hospital." "He must be busy." "Very. He works eighteen to twenty hour days. The few days he has off he spends sleeping." "When did you last see him?" "I take the bus once a month to see him. I last saw him two weeks ago." "How do you think your new job will affect your relationship?" Monica shook her head. "I...
"Ok," Kiyone was saying evenly, halting as she was passing through and under the Torii. "Now repeat it back to me." "No touching, no button pressing, no lever throwing." Mihoshi sighed, taking the final step up. "No cable disconnecting, no tying or untying for that matter." She continued after pausing beneath the Torii's arch, reciting in a sing song voice complete with rocking her head back and forth in time with the meter of her words. "And if I see anything in my way higher than...
3 years of marital bliss. That after going out for 3 years. I knew I could have done far worse. We were happy together and the business we ran as a partnership had stormed. We'd met initially at design school, had hit it off both in the sheets and mentally as we shared a view of the world. The fact I had a spatial awareness to take care of the layout and she had a penchant for colour and texture meant our skills complimented each other. Our business was going well. So well that we'd...
Will was still disorientated he had no idea how long it had been since he last saw Bee Jay’s sails. Now all he could see was water. The swell lifted him up but still, all he could see was ocean. He tried to make sense of things but couldn’t. He was in the water, they’d left him and they weren’t on any shipping lane so the chance of rescue seemed remote. ‘Mustn’t give up hope,’ he told himself. ‘He tried to work out how he’d got to be in the water but couldn’t remember anything since...
Samantha didn’t leave the cabin all day. She never felt hungry or even needed the toilet, all she could think about was that Will was dead. Murdered, just when everything was coming right again. Their whirlwind romance had been unbelievable. Will had pursued her relentlessly from the time he’d seen her in a TV advert. Flowers arrived daily and regular gifts of jewellery. He turned up at her door every night. At first, she resisted his advances but she soon gave in and found that being wooed...
Tom Wainwright sat in the chair beside his son. In his hand was a book of poetry by Philip Larkin. He remembered Will at fourteen reading the poems to his mother. His mum never liked them because of the bad language. Will kept telling her, it wasn’t the words that were important but the way the poet used them. He kept on reading until Tom, seeing his wife’s discomfort, snatched the book and threw it in the bin. ‘There.’ He’d said. ‘That’s where your bloody poetry belongs. Why can’t you leave...
I walked through the corridors of the hospital. As I approached, I could tell something was wrong. Nurse Marie came to meet me. She told me the other nurses had heard raised voices coming from Will’s room. She insisted that it was important for Will to be calm but none of the nurses spoke enough English to intervene. I thanked them and continued to Will’s Room. ‘Well, have you boys been having a party while I’ve been gone?’ They both looked at me in surprise. ‘Just clearing the air a bit,’...
Tom came back at about the same time as Dr Montand. The Doctor was his usual cheerful self but was giving Will an odd look. ‘You know M’seiur Wainwright you are a puzzle to me. I hear on the radio this morning that millionaire businessman William Wainwright was washed overboard from his boat last night. I think that cannot be our M’seiur Wainwright because he has been in my Hospital for three days, and the other man only disappeared last night off the coast of Portugal. On the television, at...
After the talk with Dr Montand, I started work on getting Will back to Britain. Chartering a private plane to fly him home was the easy part. In order to get him back into the country, he needed his passport, which at that moment was sitting in the safe on board Bee Jay II. In an ideal world, a few phone calls would have done the job but that doesn’t allow for the machinations of the British Home Office. For them, nothing less than a declaration that the old passport had been lost or stolen...
Ryan made it clear that he was not a happy bunny when he arrived at the police station. Inspector Garcia had him and Samantha taken to separate interview rooms. As Joseph Garcia walked into the room Ryan made his displeasure known. The inspector said nothing until he was sitting at the table opposite Ryan. ‘Now Mr Betts why don’t you tell me all you know about the disappearance of Mr Wainwright.’ ‘I’ve already filed a report with the Harbourmaster.’ ‘Yes I know that sir, it was the...
Inspector Garcia brought his fist down hard on the desk as he put the phone receiver back on its cradle. ‘YES! I told you, John, I said they were hiding something.’ ‘Just who would they be then boss?’ Asked his sergeant. ‘Young Betts and Mrs Wainwright. I knew they weren’t being straight with me I just had nothing to hold them on. Now I have. –Come on John let’s get down to the harbour’ ‘I reckon Betts is going to want a solicitor this time boss. You made him a bit uncomfortable last...
Inspector Davies noticed the lack of people in the suite of offices owned by Wainwright Enterprises. At reception, he gave his name and asked to speak to Mr Wainwright. He was shown into a large office with a large mahogany desk and big leather Chesterfield sofa. Will moved his wheelchair out from behind the desk and welcomed him. ‘Things a bit quiet around here today sir.’ ‘Yes inspector, mine is not the sort of business where you do very well working from one of these.’ He said, thumping...
As they left Tangier behind thethem, Ryan started to realise that things were not going to go the way he’d planned. Samantha had come out for breakfast but hardly said a word to him. When he told her of his plan for a Mediterranean holiday, she laughed at h . ‘What sort of holiday is it going to be, if I can’t go ashore?’ ‘Of course, you can go ashore. Tomorrow we’ll put into Oran and we can go ashore and explore the city. I thought that we could go on to Algiers then Tunis, maybe...
In Crete they anchored in the bay at Heraklion and took the tender ashore, they shopped in the tourist sector where they wouldn’t stand out. Once they got their supplies, they got a taxi back to the beach and were soon back on board Bee Jay. They lay at anchor for the rest of the day and Samantha did a little sunbathing while Ryan did what maintenance he could with his one hand. In the evening, Sam cooked dinner and they shared a bottle of wine. By the time they turned in Samantha was a...
Samantha was surprised to find a strange man standing in the cockpit of the boat. He was about five feet ten inches tall, thick set with a swarthy complexion and a thick moustache. As she came out on deck, he took off his dark glasses and smiled. He offered his hand. ‘Madam Wainwright. I’m Davut Osman from the ministry of the interior. I need to talk to yourself and Mr Betts.’ Samantha shook his hand while wondering what it was all about. She called Ryan to come out on deck. ‘Please sit...
It took the press half a day to get hold of the story. By mid-day, we were getting phone calls from reporters wanting to talk to Will. Jane sent two reporters off with a flea in their ear. It still didn’t stop them waiting outside when we left to go home. ‘Are you going to pay the ransom Mr Wainwright?’ shouted one. ‘Mr Wainwright where does this leave your divorce?’ shouted another. Will just ignored them and pushed through to the car. He opened the door for me and I climbed in. Then came...
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In the classroom after breakfast, I sat down as usual with the others as Ann called out the days pairings. There were a couple of sighs when the names were called out, mine being missing until the end. I heard Melanie give a small cry of yes as she knew that it would be us together for the day with her name being the last one called out. She was up on her feet in a flash and was ready for me to take her hand and lead her to the last vacant futon. ‘Oh Will,’ she said as she lay down on the...
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