Rosangela: The Half-Blood Princess

“Could she be the girl we’re looking for?” A question brought me back to consciousness.

“I hope so,” another voice answered.

It appeared that those voices belonged to men.

I opened my eyes but everything I saw was darkness.

'What happened? Why can’t I see? Did they turn the light off?' I asked myself.

I blinked my eyes several times and finally realized that I was blindfolded. I tried to get rid of this blindfold, but I couldn’t move my hands since they were tied behind my back with thick rope. And I could feel that my ankles were tied as well. I wanted to ask for help, but no voice came out of my mouth because I was gagged with a cloth.

'What’s going on? Why am I bound, gagged, and blindfolded?' I began to panic.

All of a sudden, everything started flooding back. I remembered arguing with my mom about going to Josh’s party. I left home angrily, and I was kidnapped on the way to Josh’s house.

I felt my surrounding moving. So it seemed that I was in a car right now. And I assumed that I was lying on the back seat.

I urged my will to struggle because I didn’t want to attract my kidnappers’ attention. So I stayed as still as possible, pretending to be asleep while listening to their conversation.

“We’re running out of time,” the first voice continued, “We’ve only got one month left. If we don’t find her before she turns 17, we will be in great trouble.”

“You’re right,” the second voice agreed, “The King will—”

“Shush!” The first voice butted in.

“What’s wrong?” the second man asked.

“She’s awake,” the first man answered.

'How could he know I am awake?' I thought confusedly.

It doesn’t matter. Since they already knew I was awake, I thought it’s time for me to start fighting.

“Help me!” I screamed into the gag but my voice was muffled.

Then I struggled against the ropes binding my wrists and ankles, but it was pointless.

They were chuckling at my futile attempt to break free.

“It’s no use, little girl. You can never break those bounds,” one of them mocked me.

I knew they might be right. But I didn’t listen to them. I kept trying to loosen the ropes tied around my hands. And I also thrashed about to break my feet free. But they wouldn’t budge. At last, I decided to give up.

“Now that’s a good girl!” The other man said with a chuckle.

I was sick of their tease. I swear if my hands weren’t tied behind my back, I was going to wipe the laughter off their faces.

Silence suddenly lapsed in this car. After what felt like hours, finally the car came into a halt. The door beside me flung open. I felt two big hands grabbing my upper arms and dragged me out of the car. Then I was thrown over someone’s shoulder. They started to walk, carrying me on their shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Once we reached Heaven knew where it was, they threw me onto the cold floor.

“Ouch!” I whimpered through the gag.

Someone grabbed my shoulders roughly and forced me into a sitting position. They took off the blindfold covering my eyes. The sudden bright light made me squint. When my eyes finally could adjust to the light, I began to look around the room where I was being held hostage.

It was a small room without any furniture. The walls and floor were made of stone. A metal door was situated across from me. There was no any window in this room. A LED light that hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room became the only source of light here. From the look of it, it seemed that I was in a dungeon now.

I glared at my kidnapper. He still had the hoodie on. He crouched down behind me and untied my wrists. As soon as my hands free, I pulled down the gag from my mouth.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” I demanded.

Ignoring me, he went over to my feet and began to untie them.

“Hey! I’m talking to you,” I protested. But he still didn’t say anything.

Angrily, I tried to kick him, but he caught my foot before it could touch him.

“Don’t!” was all he said before putting down my foot.

The man stood up and turned around. At the same time, I sprang to my feet and made a dart for the door. But the man was faster, so he could get there before me. He got out of the room and slammed the door shut in front of my face.

I banged on the metal door and yelled at the top of my lungs, “HELP ME! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

I carried on shouting to attract their attention. Nevertheless, my screams fell on deaf ears. Knowing it’s useless, I slumped to the floor and started crying.

“I’m so sorry, Mom. I should have listened to you,” I sobbed regretfully.

I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around myself. Suddenly, I felt a bulge in my jeans pocket. I lastly remembered that I had shoved my locket into my pocket before I was kidnapped.

Mrs. McCarthy always told me that the locket would protect me. I probably got kidnapped because I didn’t wear it. Therefore, I pulled the locket out of my pocket quickly, and put it on.

Closing my eyes, I clutched at the locket around my neck and prayed, 'Mom, Dad, please help me! I’m afraid.'