Chapter 7

• (Kayla POV)
• The Red Truck with a Joker logo who abduct children… that story was surely effective. Children would usually get scared when they hear that and eventually turn down candies and chocolates. Dra. Gail even complained to me that she might lose every patient she has because of that myth. True though, customers are the blood of every company.
• Well that’s my strategy.
• I had been so delighted that I already forgot about my ID. But when I suddenly remembered, it felt like a curse by John Mark’s nanny.
• ‘Just kill me, people! Punished that ID if you want but the owner is really innocent.
• I stretched my arms and yawned. Seems I am sleepy. This is the effect of late night to go to bed…
• I heard the door chime again and thought that our customers were rather late and few. I went to the reception to meet the new client.
• “Miss Kayla Gomez.”
• The smile on my lips disappeared when I saw who called me. There were eight men in tuxedo waiting just beside the door.
• Why are their faces bloody? Wait. They knew my name?
• My eyes widened.
• Could it be an emergency? This is just a dental clinic and I’m not a nurse… Also this is not a hospital.
• “Sir, this is a dental clinic and not an ER for thugs.”
• They look like the Guardia Civil of Spain. And I am about to turn back when… I realized they look like the bodyguards surrounding the Kayzer Hawk Residence a moment ago.
• I froze.
• Wait! Could it be?
• “Miss Gomez, please come with us whether you like it or not. We’ll be using force if you decline.”
• I have not answered yet when the two men dragged me out of the clinic. And the nanny, who was the only witness in the lobby, surprisingly stopped fanning herself. She must’ve finally felt the aircon.
• The scumbags took the route at the back of the clinic. They were in a hurry.
• “I can walk! Damn it! Let go of me,” I muttered while struggling to sync with their long strides. They are hopeful that I have a long leg! They are escorting me as if, I am the pork barrel queen. Was Napoles even treated like I was being treated by these men? (Napoles was convicted in the Philippines Court)
• “Are you guys deaf! Let me go! I'm not going to run! I know what's going on and I'm going to face it!” I complained.
• Just then, they freed my arms. I couldn’t believe I had to rant before they listened. Tss.
• “Follow us.”
• I just kept quiet, but this is kidnapping, right? If I did something wrong, I should still go through a good and just process. Our Math Prof once told us that in order to get the answer right, do the process step by step. PEMDAS provided, do the mathematical process right. And what is happening to me right now?
• “Wait.” I suddenly stop from following the one who lead to us. “What do I owe you? Why the hell did you take me out of the clinic? This is illegal! Where’s your warrant of arrest? I have no intention of joining your gang, I don’t even know any martial arts. And why in the right mind would I even think about it?” I tried to rant again; in case I’d get an answer.
• I faked ignorance, as if they’d buy my acting.
• Nobody answered. All of them wore the same poker faces so I was more nervous about going. I was like a candle that was melting fast.
• “Hey! You guys took me out of the clinic alive, you should bring me back alive!” I tried talking but it wasn’t effective. Like the whitening soap I use, gave me rashes instead a fair skin.
• I had a feeling they wouldn't let me see another sunrise and lock me in someplace until I die. The kind of slow death I’d get from thirst, hunger, and intense desire to see the outside world again.
• No! Don’t think like that my dear self. No…
• We waited for the elevator.
• Is this my chance to run away? Nah, there’re eight tall men.
• Doctor Gail, please notice I am gone and call the Police. I need your help. Please… I hope John Mark's nanny will speak about what happened to me. I’ll fan her, as much as she likes, even until it snows.
• It could’ve been better if I was arrested by the Police in uniform. At least I’d have the privilege to reason. Whatever happened to the special guest was an accident. They shouldn’t treat me as if I planned it all. As if that person shits gold.
• How would I explain myself if he can’t understand Tagalog?’ Alright, I'd try Tag-lish or even Carabao English.
• The elevator opened and one of the men beckoned me to enter another elevator inside the suite. There were plenty of security when I went in, so I had that nauseating gut feeling that ‘he’s an important person to the country. A special guest probably.
• Papa God, it's up to you now. Have mercy on me.
• He must’ve had sprained his ankle for real or had an injury that’s more than I expected. But what would they get from somebody like me? Worst, I might meet the President of the Philippines in person. I don't have anything for an autograph.
• ‘Mr. President, please help me. Don't worry, I’d vote for you no matter what position you’d be running for in the next election. Just help me please!’
• An exclusive room greeted me when the elevator stopped. The marble floors were shinier than my future and everything was immaculate, as if cleaned minute after minute. The ladies that I passed by glanced at me curiously. They looked like first class flight attendants in poise and beauty, but I didn’t like how prying their stares were.
• Bruh, I’m not going to compete with your beauty. But duh, ‘ya bitches ‘ere just airplane assistants.’
• Opss. Is that you, Insecurity?