The van rumbled along, and inside, Michael Winchester was between 5 thugs. He was kept in their midst and they all seemed pissed.Michael's entire body trembled with fear. Confusion gripped him as he had no idea where he could have gone wrong or hurt these me and eventually leading to him being kidnapped by them. "If you know what's good for you, don't even try to escape. For each failed attempt, you're going to get beaten up so bad you won't be able to move a muscle," one of the person's under a mask said to him and he gulped as the fear persisted.The particular one that spoke walked to a corner of the van and grabbed a really thick, black sack. Michael wondered what they were going to do with it until he realized it was meant to be used on him."No, no, no!!" Michael screamed.They put the coarse sack over his head and, he struggled to take it off but they hit him to weaken him."Hey, where are you taking me? Can you please tell me what's happening?"Michael pleaded, the urgency in
The security around the Winchester mansion doubled after Mr. Winchester received an anonymous text message. Patrolling police officers were directed to inspect the residence every hour to ensure its security.Michael’s black Ferrari, a conspicuous presence, drew attention when arriving home. Its absence raised concern."Henry, where is Michael? I cannot see his car anywhere," Mr. Winchester nervously scanned the expensive car collection in his compound."Young Master is yet to come back from school," Henry responded with his face down."What do you mean? I instructed you to drive him to school every day, and you are telling me he is yet to be back?" Mr. Winchester asked furiously."I wanted to drive him today, but he refused. You know how adamant he has become since he improved behind the wheels," Henry explained with a lower tone.Anxiety was growing on his face, leading him to demand Mr. Charles' presence.“Sir, you should come inside; the sun is still hot, you will get a headache,”
The text message silenced the two men; the phone dropped from Mr. Winchester’s hands, and Mr. Charles stood still, his heart racing quickly. The confusion on Emily’s face said it all; she did not clearly understand what that meant, but yes, she knew it was about Michael.“They have him, Charles, they have my boy. They kidnapped my poor son,” he said slowly as tears took a path down his chin. Emily was out of the dark now; she quickly covered her mouth not to shout, but it still came out, “Jesus,” as she dropped to her knees.Mr. Charles quickly removed a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his suit to clean his boss's face. “Here, sir, don’t let people see you crying in public; it will raise an alarm,” he whispered, looking around to make sure nobody had seen that.“Hey, you better get up before anyone sees you, get hold of yourself,” he said to Emily, trying not to attract attention to themselves.“Sir, he is going to be fine. Who knows, they might not have him yet; maybe they are
"I need to find a way to get out of here. Dad must be really worried."Michael's thoughts were a mess. He pondered many things at once, thinking about when he would finally get to see who was behind his kidnapping.The other thing that had refused to leave his mind was how his father and his girlfriend would feel at that moment after learning that he was missing."Come on! Anybody!!!" Michael yelled."I need answers. Maybe it is time to get yourself in here and make the grand proposal. You definitely want something, and I get it isn't money, so why the delay?!"Michael was alone in the room but was frustrated and couldn't keep quiet. He needed to be loud enough for them to hear him from the outside.Ever since they brought him to the basement and left, they hadn't returned. He looked down at his watch, and with the help of the dim light, he could see that it was already 10:00 pm."Shit! It's been over five hours. I wonder what is happening outside." He said, unable to stop wondering i
Quietness filled the room for a few seconds; only the echoes of heartbeats were audible enough to be detected. All the hard work of the billionaire to keep his son's abduction a secret was a waste, all thanks to a single girl who can’t miss an opportunity to go live on TV.“Sydney, you spitting rat, I will make sure you never get away with this,” Mr. Winchester yelled in anger toward the off-screen.“Calm down, sir. Please do not lose your temper; we will figure something out,” Mr. Charles said with his hand on his boss's shoulder.“Sydney never misses a chance to flaunt herself. She has now exacerbated the situation; it seems keeping her opinions to herself is just not in her nature," Emily remarked.Mr. Winchester paced back and forth within the office, his hands crossed behind him, and his face to the floor.“What will I do now? The whole world now knows that my son is missing. False kidnappers will also start calling to threaten they have my son,” Mr. Winchester said weakly.“Plea
BASEMENTMr. Frederick was bent on finding out where that loudmouth called Sydney was. The fact that she made it publicly known to everyone and the media that Michael had been kidnapped was on the verge of ruining his plans, as the police would soon be raiding the country, looking for the son of the wealthiest man in the country.Michael was still on the floor, groaning in pain, but then he was shocked about how Mr. Frederick spoke about killing someone as if it were a mere chicken."No, you can't do that. She's just a girl, a student. Why would you send someone to eliminate her?" Michael said, spitting out blood from his mouth. He had been beaten so hard that when he spoke, he occasionally coughed out blood from his mouth as he had been injured all over."Shut up, you idiot! You should be lucky that it wasn't your father who let out this information to the media. If it were him, I'd have killed you already and tried to find out another way to hold him ransom," Mr. Frederick spouted i
“You can go home now, sir. We will begin the course of finding your son immediately. We will start by paying Sydney and Jack a visit; after all, they are your suspects.”“We will also send the license plate to the Department of Motor Vehicles so that we can find out whoever owns the black van that was used to kidnap your son. Rest assured, we will definitely find your son,” the inspector said as he stood up from his seat, ready to go for the hunt.Mr. Winchester’s face could tell he was not in agreement with the inspector. “I want to come along with you, I want to find my son immediately,” he protested as he also stood up from his seat.“I am sorry, sir, but you cannot come with us. The case is in the hands of the police now; we will only report our progress to you and contact you when necessary. Please go home, sir,” the Inspector retorted.“Go home? I cannot go home without my son. There is no home without my son. The Winchester mansion, to me, is just a mansion like any other mansi
THE BASEMENTMichael stood watching Damien, frustrated and banging the wall with his fist about twice. It was evident that Damien was going through a lot and probably had no idea how to overcome this obstacle in his life.Michael thought about his own situation and sighed. He heard the call, he heard the way Damien's wife spoke to him like he didn't care about their daughter, all because he didn't have enough money to pay their daughter's bill."Mr. Frederick must be taking advantage of Damien, knowing that he was in dire need of money and could find a real source of income other than this dirty job of having them capture me," Michael wondered, growing curious about the circumstances.Michael was deeply affected by the news of Damien's daughter's condition. He couldn't keep it to himself; he needed to do something about it. He realized that Damien had recently entered this line of work solely to help his daughter, who was in the hospital."I have to do something. There's no way Mr. Fr