Chapter 10 Kidnapped by the boss

I decided to walk home after work hours.

I've exhausted the little money in my pocket, and I would rather not spend more with the card, no use angering the boss.

It'll take time for me to reach my house on foot, but I'm willing to walk home. It's not all that far.

A car zoomed past me.

“Oh how I wish I have a car just like this, I will love it,” I soliloquize.

The said car stopped, and the devil incarnate came out of it.

“Where are you walking to by this time of the night?” he asked with a raised brow.

If you don't know better, you would have thought he was asking why I stole his money, and not where I was heading to, based on his tone of voice.

“Home.”

I didn't stop to hear him rant. I continued on my merry way. He won't dare try anything funny with me, his authority ends in the office and after office hours, he is not entitled to order me now.

I'm my person.

“How far is your house?” he asked.

“Fair enough”, I said nonchalantly.

Does it matter?

Will he pay for transport for me?

“Get in the car,” he ordered,

“what?

Are you trying to kidnap me?

Maybe the fun you had in the office wasn't enough.” I scoff at him, “you have no right to order me around.”

I continued walking.

Thank you very much.

I don't have the time to waste, speaking with him.

“I said, get in the damn car,” he seethed in anger.

Chill.

Calm down, boss. I'm not going anywhere with you when you are sober, to talk more of now you are angry.

I'm too young to die.

I have unfinished business on earth, my siblings are relying on me, and I would rather not disappoint them.

I felt a hand sneak around my waist,

“let me go, bring me down!” I wiggled in his hold, but his grip was tight.

He deposited me on the passenger's seat, “sit there, else god's help me, you won't like what I will do to you,” he threatened.

My fast beating heart is still far on a run as I tried to process what just happened.

The boss walked around the car to the driver's seat, “put on your seat belt.” He commands.

He put his own on and sat waiting for me to buckle mine up.

“Why should I?

I didn't enter this car of my free will. I was forced into it. Tell me why should I obey you? You kidnapped me.”

Of course, he did kidnap me!

What do you call being carried into a stranger's car without your consent, if not a kidnap?

Well, it will be an adult nap since I'm no longer a kid I'm now an adult, a full-fledged one I must add.

“Put on your seat belt!” he narrowed his eyes at me.

I shook my head, “I'm not putting it on, you can't force my hand.”

I know I'm acting like a kid, but don't comment on it.

“Well then.”

He started the car's engine, and revved the car with a speed James Bond would have been jealous of.

And guess what? I found myself plastered to the door.

My head throbbed from where I hit it on metal.

Where is the damn seat belt?

I tried to put it on.

Unfortunately for me, the devil's spawn didn't slow down.

I swear I will castrate him when we arrive at my house.

Now talking of house.

How did he know the way to my house?

This is as creepy as hell itself, how possible can these be?

First, let's stop him, I can put on my seat belt.

“Please stop the car, I want to put on my seat belt. I will be as docile and obedient as you want. I won't question your motives again, and I won't curse you in my head."

It's of no use telling him I have no plans on keeping to the end of my promise.

Docile my foot.

If he stops this car, I will open the door and run for dear life.

I will make sure he doesn't catch up with me.

My words seem to have pleased him, as he stopped the car for me to put on my seat belt.

I laughed inwardly

Goodbye, Sir, we will see you later.

I opened the door to walk out, but the door was locked.

I turned back to see the smirking boss.

“I thought so, for you to please to be as docile as I want, there must be something you want to attempt.”

Frowning, I didn't reply to his taunts, I just put on my seat belt without any words,

“What? Cat got your tongue?

I know you to talk back whenever I speak with your clever comebacks, what happened now?”

I still didn't reply to him.

He can talk for as long as he wants. I don't care, what's the use of talking when he's mapped out what he wants from me.

Does he want to take me home?

Let him do so. Does he want to give me a card? Let him do so.

Does he want to turn my work into taskmasters?

Let him do so?

But the day is coming when I will fight back, right now, he wins, but he won't win forever.

He started the car's engine without any more words.

We passed through a police checkpoint.

I'll ask for help.

I smirked when I saw two policemen.

He rolled his car window down, and when they saw him, they bowed.

What the hell!!!!

“Good evening, boss,” they greeted with happy smiles on their faces.

“Where are you going to, boss?

This place isn't for the likes of you,” the shorty said as he gave me a once over.

He acted as if he were measuring my worth by my appearance.

How dare he insult where I'm living?

I know it's not a place for the rich, but for him to insult it is beyond other insults. I would have given them a tongue lashing for insulting my hone, but I can't, since I want to enlist their help,

“checking out the area”

Was my boss's reply.

I gave the cops near me a pleading, helpless look, but he blatantly ignored me.

“Good luck, boss”, they waved as he drove off.

A ward of cash on their hands. He had made their day, or probably night since it was almost seven.

“So this was the place you want to walk from the office too?” he asked as we entered a street known for the ills of the society it houses.