The Kidnapping

My palms were full of cold sweat, my shoulders shivered with fear, and my breathing became rapid. It was a gun! Peter approached me. On the way, he pulled out a cotton pad from the dressing table and wiped his pistol playfully. He looked at me defiantly, and the corners of his mouth curled into an evil smile. "I thought the Smith family would send a monster here. What a surprise that you are beautiful!" "You, you." There was no room for me to retreat. I stammered, and tears welled up in my eyes. "Look, this frightened look is so lovely." Peter laughed loudly. He narrowed his eyes and scrutinized his prey. In a panic, I swallowed my saliva and tried my best to hold back my tears. "Aren't you afraid that Mr. Carroll will go to you at night if you hurt his wife?" "Hahahaha!" Peter laughed insolently and stopped abruptly. He pointed the cold muzzle at my forehead. "Do you think I'm afraid of ghosts?" I had lived for nearly 20 years. It was the first time that there was a gun against my head. I said with fear, "No, no, it's only a kind reminder." "Ha, you are a coward." Peter moved the gun away and suddenly hit the artery on my neck. "Oh, it hurts." After a sharp pain, I fell down in a daze. The thin man carried me on his shoulder. My head was downward, and my blood was in reverse flow. Therefore, I became defenseless. I was conscious but couldn't move or speak. I tried my best to open my eyes to a slit.  Peter carried me, followed by two rows of bodyguards. The group walked into the mourning hall insolently.  The wedding hall was ready now, and the paper doll, the size of Carroll, was standing next to the coffin.  When Peter appeared with me on his shoulder, the noisy hall suddenly became quiet. Nathan led a group of people to block the way. "Peter, you're insane! How dare you take the bride away! Aren't you afraid that the ghost will seek revenge on you?" Unruly, Peter adjusted me on his shoulder. My lower abdomen was against his shoulder blade, so I groaned in pain. "Well, who is the clown here?" Peter said sarcastically, "Nathan, I'm not afraid of humans, so can the ghosts scare me? If you know what's good for you, get out of my way. Otherwise, I'll send you to meet Carroll tonight." Then, Peter kicked the coffin beside him hard. Nathan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists angrily. "You madman!" When Nathan intended to dash forward to get me back, Joey, who stood beside Nathan, stopped him. Joey pulled Nathan behind him and said, "Go ahead if you, Peter, want to invite the bride to your place. However, remember that people are watching you. Please bring the bribe back intact."  He sounded polite, there wasn't respect in his tone.  His aura was more imposing than that of Nathan. Peter snorted. "Do you try to threaten me? It depends on my mood whether I send her back her." Then, Peter carried me and left. I was stuffed into the car. I had a clear mind but couldn't move as before. "Oh my, why did you bring the bride back?" The old man sitting in the passenger seat didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "She is the cup of my tea, so I carried her back." It sounded like I was the vegetable in the garden, and Peter picked me up as he pleased.  The old man kept a smile on his face. "This is a posthumous marriage. In the past, people considered the bribe in this case a jinx. However, you carried her home." Oh, this old man spoke my mind! His attitude was weird too. He seemed to enjoy the farce rather than scolding Peter. "Edith, it doesn't matter that she is a jinx. I am tough." Peter looked at me. Scared, I quickly closed my eyes. "So, do you see what's in the coffin?" Edith took off his glasses and exhaled a breath.  Peter shook his head. "The bride got all my attention." Edith said, "You always have your way." I took a deep breath. It seemed these two men came to check if Carroll was dead.  Fortunately, Peter didn't open the coffin. Otherwise, the story would another twist. Carroll, how many people did you mess with before your death? All these people were celebrating your death. Oh, no! Carroll was still alive.  I wore a pair of jeans underneath the wedding dress, and my phone was in my jeans pocket. However, I couldn't move now, so I couldn't ask for help. The car stopped in front of a villa. After one glance, I found this villa was not inferior to Bamboo Pavilion in size.  However, the two villas were of different styles. Bamboo Pavilion was of minimalism. Peter's place was of the European style, fancy and colorful... Bang! There was a dull thud. I was thrown onto a big bed. With wide-open eyes, I saw Peter take a silver needle and stab it in the middle of my philtrum. Was Peter a pervert? I thought of the crazy killers, and they, based on the news, loved to kill their victims after torture.  "One, two, three."  Peter counted to three and then took the needle away. I... could move now? I shook my head tentatively. As expected, I could move again.  Run, I wanted to run away. I got up from the bed and ran desperately to the door. Peter sat cross-legged on the lounge chair and coldly watched me run to the door. With a smile, he said, "It's locked." The brown door was locked, and I couldn't open it.  My phone! I lifted the hem of my heavy wedding dress and took out my mobile phone from the pocket of my jeans to call Jason, trembling. "No signal." Peter changed into a comfortable position and leaned on the chair. "I am not so stupid to allow you to call for help. Be good, and take a shower. You may live if you please me." I felt hopeless. Against the door, I slumped to the ground and cried out. "Tough luck! All the people I met are bad guys." "Tell me, who are they?" Interested, Peter pulled me up from the ground. "Let go." I didn't want to talk to a pervert. I struggled desperately. Peter suddenly let go of me, so I fell backward because of inertia.