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Secrets & Lies: Who Can Be Trusted
Secrets & Lies: Who Can Be Trusted
Secrets & Lies: Who Can Be Trusted
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Secrets & Lies: Who Can Be Trusted

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A young girl is kidnapped and held hostage by a foreign gang. She is horrified to discover the reason for her kidnap; her boyfriend owes them money. When her life is threatened, she agrees to seek him out and return their money to them. But is it really money they are after? When her boyfriend eventually makes contact, he tells her another story and they flee for their lives. When her boyfriend is murdered in front of her, she once again finds herself at the mercy of her kidnappers. But now the game players have changed. She takes control and tries to beat the men at their own game. Will she succeed? Will she survive?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherB T Coll
Release dateApr 4, 2015
ISBN9781310091896
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    Secrets & Lies

    Who Can Be Trusted

    B T Coll

    Author’s Note

    Secrets & Lies: Who Can Be Trusted, is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are entirely fictitious.

    Copyright © B T Coll 2017

    Smashwords Edition

    All Rights Reserved

    Chapter One

    As the steel door slammed shut again, Mia Gillespie wept. There was no escaping this hell and hearing cries from outside, realised for the first time, that she shared this hell with at least one other.

    In her calculations, she had been kept in this dark, cold and dingy room for over three days now and as yet, had not come up with any plan of escape. Why did this happen to her and would she ever get out of here alive? Her thoughts were interrupted, when she heard the sound of her captor’s heavy boots, coming along the stone corridor and jumped when she heard another door bang. Where the hell was she and more importantly why was she here?

    Crouching in the corner of the room, she thought back to the day that she was taken. It was just an ordinary day, like every other but ended with her being manhandled and bundled into the back of a white van, before being brought to this hell hole. Was it a case of mistaken identify, she at first wondered but with her captor calling her by her first name, she quickly realised that she had been specifically targeted but the reason for this eluded her. She knew that at least two men were involved in her kidnapping, as when she was thrown roughly into the back of the van by her captor, the van had quickly sped away, so there was someone else driving, although she had never seen this other person.

    The man who kidnapped her, had appeared every day to give her a tray of food and bottles of water but apart from calling her by her name, he never uttered another word. She pleaded and begged for him to tell her what was going on but he would just give her a wry smile before disappearing again. For some reason, he appeared to be foreign, perhaps Russian or German she had thought because she heard a foreign lilt to his voice. He certainly didn’t have a Scottish accent and she wondered if she was still in Glasgow but doubted that very much.

    Mia. he would say, placing the tray of food and bottles of water on the floor in front of her, which he did three times a day. He was making sure she was fed and had plenty of water to drink, which she found very odd indeed. The room was sparse with only a mattress on the floor and the only light came from a small window on the ceiling above her. Her right ankle was chained to the wall, which hindered her mobility. Whenever she heard her steel door open, she would sit meekly in the corner and stare at the floor in front of her, too scared to look directly into his eyes. But with glimpses here and there, she saw that he was quite tall, had an athletic build and guessed that he was in his mid to late thirties. He always wore dark trousers and a black short-sleeved t-shirt that displayed his muscled biceps, that were covered with tattoos. His dark hair was shaven practically to the scalp but although she had glimpsed his face, she had not stared long enough for her to ever identify him, if she ever managed to escape.

    Suddenly she heard someone crying. Ndihmë! the girl’s shouted and her voice sounded agitated. Mia wondered what she was shouting and in what language. Hello. she shouted back and everything suddenly went quiet and the girl’s heartfelt cries turned to whimpers. She chastised herself for shouting so loudly, as she didn’t want to alert her captor. Hello. she now whispered but the girl didn’t reply. Do you speak English? Mia whispered. Do you know where we are and why we’re here? The girl still didn’t reply and she knew that if the girl didn’t speak English, then there was no point to their very one-sided conversation.

    A few moments later, she heard a heavy door open and the familiar sound of her captor’s boots, as he walked along the corridor. She heard banging and shuffling before the sound of a girl’s scream, which sent a shiver down her spine. She wondered what was happening. After a few minutes, the silence returned, like an unwelcome visitor and she suddenly felt more scared than she had ever been in her life. She moved to the corner of the room again and sat like a scared rabbit caught in the headlights and suddenly found her whole body shaking. What the hell was going on?

    Chapter Two

    Mia sat in the corner of the room, trying hard not to cry and wondering what had happened to the girl she had heard screaming. Was she now dead? Then she heard footsteps coming closer towards her door

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