‘Let me handle this,’ I said to Oliver, I didn’t want anything to get in the way of a good deal.
‘Hey,’ I replied.
“Welcome to Delhi, we offer trips to Delhi, Red Fort, India Gate, Taj Mahal and more.” I looked at him and he continued to speak.
“What do you say, huh?”
I looked over at Oliver; he had a very dazed look in his eyes, something that I’ve never seen on him.
He seemed very uncomfortable, moving from left to right, right to left, yet had this amazing smile glued to his face, the two didn’t seem to match very well.
“Let me take you to your hotel boys,” he said. I told Oliver we should shop around and make our own way to the hotel but he insisted that we go, “He looks like a friendly person,” he said and as I was about to say no, he yanked me so hard that my bag fell off my shoulder. The man quickly picked it up and started walking towards the car park. I walked close behind him to make sure my bag was safe. I was relieved that I had kept my passport and money with me in my pocket, one good piece of advice from my father.
When we reached his beat-up, rusty brown van, he opened the trunk and threw my bag inside. I was hesitant, all my clothes, everything was in that bag. I opened the back seat door, jumped in, and pulled it out of the trunk in fear of losing it. Maybe I was just panicking for no reason; he could have just been a friendly local, right?
As he drove us down street after street, he kept repeating “we are almost there.” I was pretty sure our pamphlet said that it should only take 10-15 minutes to reach our hotel but we had been driving for 40 minutes at the least.
I looked at him through the rear view mirror, he looked very egotistic. Danger flickered in his eyes as he swerved and honked his way around the city. Something was definitely wrong, even Oliver could sense it now.
“It’s ok, you can drop us off here,’ I said. All I got back was a very suspicious, dirty look. For some odd reason, his hands seemed to grip the steering wheel harder
He pulled over by an abandoned building. “We are finally here boys” he said to himself in a devilish way. I didn’t even have time to open my mouth, both back passenger doors flew open and two huge guys barged in and grabbed me and Oliver from both sides and took us into what looked like a very old, big warehouse
To say I was shocked would be an under-statement. I was much more than just shocked, It started to get scary. I realized our bags were still in the jeep and all of these huge bulky men were in the room with us. They were clearly not after our possessions. This was serious.
‘What do you guys want?’ I said. I tried not to sound terrified. The guy who we met at the airport looked like their leader as he responded first.
“Boys,” he said with a dishonest smile, “I hope you have a couple of eyes to spare.’ Again he chuckled, more like the devil this time.
I was confused, eyes? What did he mean by eyes? Who the hell would want my eyes? You would think he was some sort of sophisticated Robin Hood that stole peoples’ eyes and gave them to the poor. We were dragged into another room which had a scalpel and other blunt instruments lying on the floor on a red towel. Blood decorated the floor and walls and there were two buckets of ice on the side. Oliver and I started to really panic, I started sweating so much that my hands were wet with sweat. It was then we realized that these guys were serious; they really did want our eyes. In a matter of minutes, we were tied onto those hospital beds and were unable to move, and right before I was about to be smacked in the face, a police officer barged in through the big door, along with several other men and chased down these bad guys. I immediately took the scalpel off the towel, cut myself and Oliver free and we both ran for our lives. Almost like a typical Bollywood movie, two helpless teenagers about to be killed but are then saved by a bunch of police men who happen to pop in at the right time to save us. It was the trip of a lifetime.
Aditya Srivastava
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