"Yes. Then I will be counting on you. Yes, thank you. Goodbye."
Hendricksen set the phone down with a sigh and rubbed his temple briefly. That was the 6th call he had made this afternoon, to an investor that was "buying" his land. The other calls had been about the same thing, Hendricksen calling in to check if his companies and stocks and other earthly possessions had been "purchased" successfully. They had, and from this moment on Hendricksen and his family were officially without any wealth for the first time...in recorded family history. It would all have been quite shocking even to the Regalia of the unwavering will if it hadn't been a trick.
It was all over the papers, that their family was now void of fortune, and the title of a noble wasn't far behind. That was what they wanted the kidnappers to see and believe.
Hendricksen walked to the window in his office, although the house wasn't his anymore so it wasn't his office, and looked at the young man that was standing outside on the yard. He had come here and claimed to be Hendricksen's daughter's boyfriend, and although he had found it hard to believe the boy, Destra as he had called himself, still remained. This plan was partly his making, and although Hendricksen didn't trust him yet he wanted his daughter back. And he could see Destra wanted the same.
The clock struck 4pm, and Hendricksen's phone rang. His hands squeezed into tight fists and he walked over and picked up the phone. Hendricksen's voice was coated with held back rage.
"You have what you want. Free my daughter at once."
***
"Calm down, Mr. Hendricksen. Your daughter will be back with you soon enough."
Mr. Hendricksen? Father?
Helena's mind was slowly waking up, and the first thing she heard was her father's name. What was happening?
Helena tried moving her body, but though her mind was awake her body was still catching up. Helena could tell she was in a car or some other moving vehicle, it smelled like gasoline and smoke and she could hear the tires rolling. There was a bump in the road, and Helena hit her head and let out a weak, quiet groan of pain. Straight on the bump that she had gotten when one of the kidnappers had thrown her too violently.
"If there are police around or on the property we have ways of escaping and disposing of your daughter."
And with that Helena could hear the man, the man with cold eyes, end the phone call. They were returning her? What had father and mother done in order to get her back? Helena didn't even know what this was all about. Money? Politics? Power? There were many possibilities and Helena's drowsy mind didn't have the energy to consider them all. Helena just wanted to go home.
And maybe kick some of these men's teeth in. That would've been beyond satisfying.
"It's happening again. I can't even look at her."
Helena would've frowned at that if she could. She was confused, what did he mean?
The car pulled to a stop, and the door of the car, van?, was opened. Helena was pulled out, her feet and wrists were tied. But she still couldn't move, so those were useless anyway. At this point, however, she could crack one of her eyes open slightly, and she looked at the four men surrounding her. They were all here.
"There aren't any police on the property, and the staff has been sent home. The only people there are the posh bastard and his wife."
Posh bastard? Is that father? What an unimaginative insult.
"Good. Send her over, and let's get out of here. You can manage 5 miles, right?"
"Don't insult me, boss. She might get a few bruises more from falling, but she'll be right on the front door."
Helena was set down on the ground, and one of the men(the one that liked to treat Helena roughly) began making strange gestures. And after few moments Helena felt strangely light, like she was floating. With that Helena was warped right to the front door of her parents' mansion, almost 2 meters off the ground. Immediately she began falling, this was going to hurt. Although Helena had hurt plenty during this past week, and her face and body all mirrored that, covered in bruises and small wounds here and there. And Helena didn't know, but her hair was now platinum blonde and her eyes were bright blue.
@Max!!
Hendricksen set the phone down with a sigh and rubbed his temple briefly. That was the 6th call he had made this afternoon, to an investor that was "buying" his land. The other calls had been about the same thing, Hendricksen calling in to check if his companies and stocks and other earthly possessions had been "purchased" successfully. They had, and from this moment on Hendricksen and his family were officially without any wealth for the first time...in recorded family history. It would all have been quite shocking even to the Regalia of the unwavering will if it hadn't been a trick.
It was all over the papers, that their family was now void of fortune, and the title of a noble wasn't far behind. That was what they wanted the kidnappers to see and believe.
Hendricksen walked to the window in his office, although the house wasn't his anymore so it wasn't his office, and looked at the young man that was standing outside on the yard. He had come here and claimed to be Hendricksen's daughter's boyfriend, and although he had found it hard to believe the boy, Destra as he had called himself, still remained. This plan was partly his making, and although Hendricksen didn't trust him yet he wanted his daughter back. And he could see Destra wanted the same.
The clock struck 4pm, and Hendricksen's phone rang. His hands squeezed into tight fists and he walked over and picked up the phone. Hendricksen's voice was coated with held back rage.
"You have what you want. Free my daughter at once."
***
"Calm down, Mr. Hendricksen. Your daughter will be back with you soon enough."
Mr. Hendricksen? Father?
Helena's mind was slowly waking up, and the first thing she heard was her father's name. What was happening?
Helena tried moving her body, but though her mind was awake her body was still catching up. Helena could tell she was in a car or some other moving vehicle, it smelled like gasoline and smoke and she could hear the tires rolling. There was a bump in the road, and Helena hit her head and let out a weak, quiet groan of pain. Straight on the bump that she had gotten when one of the kidnappers had thrown her too violently.
"If there are police around or on the property we have ways of escaping and disposing of your daughter."
And with that Helena could hear the man, the man with cold eyes, end the phone call. They were returning her? What had father and mother done in order to get her back? Helena didn't even know what this was all about. Money? Politics? Power? There were many possibilities and Helena's drowsy mind didn't have the energy to consider them all. Helena just wanted to go home.
And maybe kick some of these men's teeth in. That would've been beyond satisfying.
"It's happening again. I can't even look at her."
Helena would've frowned at that if she could. She was confused, what did he mean?
The car pulled to a stop, and the door of the car, van?, was opened. Helena was pulled out, her feet and wrists were tied. But she still couldn't move, so those were useless anyway. At this point, however, she could crack one of her eyes open slightly, and she looked at the four men surrounding her. They were all here.
"There aren't any police on the property, and the staff has been sent home. The only people there are the posh bastard and his wife."
Posh bastard? Is that father? What an unimaginative insult.
"Good. Send her over, and let's get out of here. You can manage 5 miles, right?"
"Don't insult me, boss. She might get a few bruises more from falling, but she'll be right on the front door."
Helena was set down on the ground, and one of the men(the one that liked to treat Helena roughly) began making strange gestures. And after few moments Helena felt strangely light, like she was floating. With that Helena was warped right to the front door of her parents' mansion, almost 2 meters off the ground. Immediately she began falling, this was going to hurt. Although Helena had hurt plenty during this past week, and her face and body all mirrored that, covered in bruises and small wounds here and there. And Helena didn't know, but her hair was now platinum blonde and her eyes were bright blue.
@Max!!
