After getting a nod from the leader, he stepped forward, groped my face and began tearing at my clothes.
I struggled violently, screaming at the top of my lungs, but a hard slap cut me off.
"Shut up!" the man snarled. "Scream again and we’ll make this even worse for you."
Just when desperation crushed what little strength I had left, a loud engine roared outside.
Simon burst through the entrance like a hurricane. He swung the golf club he’d grabbed from the backseat of his car with savage fury.
I stared in a daze at the crazed Simon, watching him smash the golf club into the kidnappers without any hesitation, like a man possessed.
However just before I blacked out again, a chilling thought flickered across my mind …
Kelly must have been the mastermind behind this. She hated me enough to want to see me destroyed.
What made this thing even worse... it was possible Simon had been involved too.
Maybe this whole kidnapping was something they had planned together.
The trauma and stimulation turned me into someone who suffered from mutism and panic attack disorder.
Night after night, I woke in horror, trapped in one nightmare after another. Only when my gaze landed on the familiar furniture did I begin to calm down.
I was trying to get out of bed to go to the bathroom when I heard raised voices drifting up from downstairs. It was Simon arguing with someone.
“Who the hell gave you permission to touch her? If I hadn’t gotten there in time, she’d never be a model again! What the hell were you thinking?” he yelled furiously.
I pressed my hand against the cold door and hid in the shadows. So… he wasn’t the one behind it?
Yet, it didn’t matter. If Simon hadn’t turned a blind eye to Kelly and his so-called “brothers,” they would’ve never dared lay a hand on me in the first place.
A quiet, bitter laugh escaped me. They were all cut from the same rotten cloth.
“I told you, this was between me and her. I’ve told you, no one was to touch her!”
Kelly’s sobs filled the air. They were sweet, sorrowful and manipulative. “Simon, how could you yell at me because of her? I thought you hated her! I was just trying to help you get revenge. What did I do wrong?”
Someone snapped indignantly, “Simon, she left you for money and fame. She’s the reason you lost everything. Do you really not hate her? Kelly did it because she loves you so much. What’s wrong with that?”