Chapter 90 - New Safehouse

Jasmine

I got scared as the voice approached me. 

"Well, well, well." He said.  My breathing sped and the cloth in my mouth made me feel like I was suffocating.

"No. No No!" I murmured against the cloth. This could not be right. How could he be here. 

I felt a hand stroking over my naked legs. Tears started to flow from my eyes. I was bound to the chair, I had no way of protecting myself.

"America has made you a filthy whore already." He spat in my face.

I tried to breathe and sit as still as I could. I was not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing how scared I really am. 

I heard the door open with a shriek. "Hey!" Someone shouted. "We will leave her unharmed!" The man said with authority as if he was in charge or something.

"I am barely touching her." Saeed said. "Don't be nasty like that. She is your sister in-law." The man said disapprovingly.

Saeed dropped his hand from my leg and went out of the room. Somehow I had a feeling this was not the last time I was going to see him. 

"Are you alright?" I heard a man say. I did not think I knew his voice. I nodded 'no'.

He walked up to me and his footsteps sounded heavy. 

The man untied the cloth that was before my eyes and my eyes hurt from the bright light. "Maybe we should cover your eyes up again." He said as he winced.

"If I take the cloth out of your mouth, will you scream?" He asked me. I could hear a warning in it. 

I shook my head meaning 'no'.

The man was heavy weighted, had a grey long beard, but I  could see no harm in his eyes. It almost seemed like he took pity on me. 

He wore a blue vest and a pair of jeans on. 

He took the cloth out of my mouth. I started to gag as a reflection. "Breathe." He said. "I'll get you some water." The man said in a kind voice. 

I was so cold I realized I was still trembling.  He returned in a bit and brought the cup of water to my lips. 

I was afraid to drink it, maybe they would try to poison it. "You take a drink first." I whispered.

He smiled. "Good." He said. He drank a little and then brought the cup to my lips again. I drank too much, so I started coughing.

The man padded on my back. "Take it easy." He said.

He looked at me up and down, but not is a wrong kind of way. "I think we need to get something to wear for you." He said frowning.

I just looked at him. 

"You tell me of your brother in-law gives you any trouble okay?" He said. Why was he so kind to me?

"Why is he here?" I breathed. 

The man looked to the door and then back to me again. "I am not sure." He said.  "You know that your husband gained a lot of enemies in his country." The man whispered.

I nodded. 

"It was not his choice to become the new sultan." I told him. "It was the sultan's right?!" He questioned. 

"Yes." I shrieked. 

"Why are you so kind to me?" I said without thinking. He seemed to ponder his answer. "You are innocent in this," He said thoughtfully. 

"Why are you dressed this way?" He asked me with a bit of judgement in his eyes. "I wanted to take a bath, when I heard all of you enter the house." I lied. 

"Why would you walk around almost naked still…" He frowned. "What if someone walked in…"

"It was a private area. Nobody enters that area but my husband and I." I spoke softly.

"Ah, I see." His smile returned again.

"So you have not lost faith?" He asked narrowing his eyes.

"Of course not." I breathed. The lights in the room flickered from time to time.  It gave the room a scary feeling,

"What will you do with me?" I asked. I did not know if it was very smart to ask this question.

"We… I don't know really." He admitted. "It will demand I guess." He said. "On what?" I prompted.

Benjamin. 

The plane landed and I saw snow outside of the windows. That was odd. We had been flying for a very long time. 

"Where are we?" Seth asked my father, voicing the questions I had in my head. Saphira was sleeping on my lap and my arms were around her. 

My father looked at one of the guards, but they were not going to tell us. "Saph sweetheart, you have to wake up." I told her. Lynn was already up, flipping through TV channels. 

"I don't want to." Saph mumbled. "Come, go on, the plane is boarding." I told her.

"Where are we?" She asked. "We don't know." I said. 

As the plane touched the ground, I felt panic rush through me. "I hope she is okay." I mumbled under my breath.

My whole body felt tense as we stepped of the plane. Saphira grabbed my hand and yanked it. I looked at her. "We will find her." She promised again. "Saph you don't know that." I stated.

"I know." She breathed. 

We were shoved in different vans again. This time I did not sit with Saphira, but with Lynn. 

"I am very angry with you." Lynn said. I looked at her, shock colored my face.

"Err.. what?!" I said. 

"Why would you choose Saphira above your own wife?!" She said. "Don't talk nonsense." I told her. 

"Are you saying that it is not the truth though?!" She went on.

"Lynn." I started to say. I wanted to remain calm, but she was not making it easy on me. "Benjamin I am done with all this crap." She said. 

"You are the one that is talking crap right now." I sighed. "We are on our way to God knows where." I said. "And where is your wife?" She interrupted me. 

"Lynn… I warn you." I told her. 

"What kind of a man are you that you are here with us? I thought you would be stronger than that and go after her. You just let those cops hold you back." Lynn said as she folded her arms.

We stopped and our doors were opened. We were let in to a what seemed to be steel house, with few windows. The area was enclosed by a huge gate.

My family and I entered the house.  "Saphira, your mom wants you to go home." My dad told Saphira. "I don't think that is a very good idea." I said.

"Why not." Lynn prompted. 

"Because she is one of my weak spots and if the enemy is cleaver, they will know that." I said directing myself towards my father.

Saphira placed her hand in mine. 

"You are unbelievable." Lynn roared. "You are losing the respect I once held for you." She told me. 

I did not really know what to think of that. I guess she took it wrong. I did not mean that there was something between Saphira and I, but anyone could figure out I was with her before we got married. That made her an easy target.

The cops that had accompanied us entered the main living room. It was very sterile. Black leather couch, white furniture. White walls… white floor…

"Where are we?" I asked again. "The Alpes." The man said. "Oh." Was the only thing I managed to say. I clutched my hand against my chest. I felt like my lungs were tightening again. 

"Is there a phone?" I asked. Your grandfather instructed he should be the one to contact you, to minimalize the chance the calls between the two of you can be traced." The man said looking a bit scared.

"Why are in the Alpes?" I asked as I saw the alcohol bar and walked towards it.  I poured myself a glass and turned around to the others. "Anyone in need of a strong drink?" I said as I drank until the glass was empty. 

"Yes please." My father said. I poured him as glass as well and we all sat down. 

"We need to make a plan to find my wife." I said. 

"Your father is busy with that." One of the cops said. "Grandfather you mean." I said mockingly. "Sorry, grandfather of course." The guy said. "He confuses me, he keeps on calling you son." He said sheepishly. 

The phone rang very loud.  "That must be him." He muttered.

"Benjamin." I heard my grandfather say. 

"Yes." I said. He was on speaker.  "You should go to the conference room you will have a meeting with the president of the united states om America." He said.

"Now?!" I said flipping. "Yes now!" He said. 

"There are appropriate clothing in your room. Go change and the meeting will start in 30 minutes. I will see you on the screen." I said and hung up the phone.