The Billionaire and His PA novel Chapter 102

The next time that Cassie regained consciousness, she was careful not to make any sudden movements so that she wouldn’t alert any of her kidnappers. Everything was the same with her situation. The blindfold was still over her eyes, her bindings were still tightly secured around her arms and her limbs still felt absolutely useless. The only difference was that her head hurt minimally less than it had the first time she had woken up. She started to prepare herself for the next time the door would be opened, wiggling her toes and fingers as a form of training since it would have been too conspicuous of her to move an entire limb and she didn’t want to draw attention to herself again.

She was so focused on preparing herself that she didn’t realize when the car stopped again and the door opened once more. A sudden blast of cool air blew over her body. She was suddenly reminded of how she had never dried herself off after the rain. Her dress was no longer damp but her hair stuck to her scalp and neck in limp clumps as a result of not being dried after the rain. The back of her neck felt sticky from perspiration. Even with her blindfold on, she was able to tell that it was already day as she could feel the warmth of the sun on her face. She listened for any sounds that would give her an indication of where they were but she heard nothing. As it was daytime, she was able to see a fuzzy outline of the two people who had kidnapped her through the fabric of her blindfold.

“When do you think she’ll regain consciousness this time?” The second voice, the one that had earlier claimed to not be an errand boy, asked.

“I don’t know. It has been four hours since her last dose. Let me check on her.”

Cassie felt approaching footsteps and braced herself for what she knew was going to happen next. Another slice across her forearm was made, almost parallel to the first one judging from the pain that she felt. As she had been prepared for that tactic, she had made herself entirely still and silent the moment her skin was sliced. It hurt even more than it had the first time because she was more awake this time, had more feeling in her body and whoever had cut her made a deeper and wider cut this time.

“It looks like she’s still knocked out. See this is what happens when you properly measure things. Since the drug is supposed to last from two to six hours, she’s probably going to need another dose of it in about two hours. Let’s get her into the house. Pick her up.”

“I love the way you said that we should get her into the house but that I should be the one to pick her up.”

“Well, I’m not going to break a nail over her so, just fucking do it.” The first voice ordered.

“What do fuck are you doing?”