Young master

George was immediately shoved into the car, he was placed in the middle of two hefty men and he immediately felt a large black sack forcefully worn over his head.

"We're ready! Move the car!" The one on the right ordered.

"Go where?! Where are you people taking me to?! Let me go now! Who are you all?” George frantically shot questions, but he didn't get answers to anyone.

"Shut up and keep quiet!” They ordered, but George wouldn't have it. Scared for his life, he began making a huge fuss; throwing his hands in the air, kicking the seats and yelling "help"

"Keep quiet, we said!!"

"What do you want from me?! You're wasting your time kidnapping me if you want money! I'm a poor church rat who just got dumped! Where are you people taking me too?!!"

"This is not about money! Quiet down immediately!!" They warned him.

"Let me go! Let me go, now!!," He ignored their warnings and continued screaming until they couldn't take it anymore.

"Scorpion, did you bring the powder?," The one with a rough voice asked.

"Yes," the one with the deep voice replied him.

"Use it on him, then!"

"Wait, use what on who-"

Before he could complete his sentence, he felt a strong hand force a handkerchief over his nose, and after some struggling, he slumped back into unconsciousness immediately.

******

He felt his fingers move.

He felt his soul leaving the void that he'd been trying to leave for only God knows how long, and he felt life rekindle through his system.

His weak eyelids gave way, and his eyes stared at the blank, white ceiling far above him.

He was alive. But barely.

He was alive, but he didn't feel like he had any control over his body whatsoever. He felt like his head was disconnected from the rest of his body.

Well, he was alive, so that couldn't be possible.

But where the hell was he?

Even his brain was too tired to process the simplest information. He couldn't remember how he got here. His brain couldn't process where he was either. All he made sense of was that he was lying on a bed, head facing the ceiling.

He tried to raise his head a little bit in a bid to look around and gain for information about where he was, but that proved to be most strenuous task he'd ever burdened his body with in a long time.

Nevertheless, he strained his neck, and he saw a female figure seated on the sofa deeply engrossed with a magazine at the corner of the room.

He wanted to get the person's attention, but straining his neck was the most his body could take at that point.

He had no choice but to rest his head back on the bed.

He began fighting unconsciousness in no time again. He wanted to call the attention of the person in the room. He didn't want to go back to the nothingness he was formerly trapped in. he wanted to let the person know that he was alive.

Only, this time, he had no power to resist. His body was too weak.

"You're finally awake," came this commanding feminine voice from the corner of the room.

He strained his neck for some seconds to take a glance at the woman who was seated on the sofa. She still had her eyes on the magazine, but she was the only person with him in the hospital room, so must've been the one who spoke to him.

He stared at the ceiling, wondering why he was in so much physically pain and why he couldn't remember anything, but the sound of the footsteps approaching him interrupted his musings.

He checked and saw that the woman was now seated beside him on the hospital bed.

He stared at the lady for some the bare seconds he could manage, but he concluded that he didn't recognize the woman either.

He opened his mouth to speak, but it was almost impossible. He felt like he tongue had been replaced with a very hard stone. His mouth felt numb and dry.

He sighed and took his time...

He tried once again and opened his mouth to speak...

"Wh... Who are you?"

"I'm Scarlett, your wife," she replied quickly, her penetrating eyes on his face.

George had never been confused in his life.

"M... My wife? How? Wh... When did it happen? I don't even recognize you, not to talk of getting married to you," he slurred slowly as he spoke through dry pain.

"That's because you have amnesia," she told him.

"Amnesia? How? Wh... What happened to me? And how long have I been here?," George questioned, getting more appalled by the development of his current status.

"It's a long story, but you've been unconscious in the hospital for the past two days. What's important now is that you're safe and alive. I'm happy that you're out of your coma, so we can go back to our country. Just sit tight, the doctor will be here in a minute to check up on you," she said and he felt her soft but firm fingers touch his face with a light smile.

She was pretty subtle for someone who's husband just got out of a coma.

But it did seem like she was right. He didn't remember anything at all. He didn't remember how he got here, he didn't know where he was. He didn't know why he'd been on a hospital bed, all bandaged with very sore joints for the past two days. He most definitely did not remember the woman sitting on his hospital bed. He felt like he was in a dream, but the pains his felt all over his body were too painful for all this to be fake.

What if this Scarlett lady wasn't his wife? What evidence was there that he got married to him at any point in life? He saw a ring on her marriage finger, but that could belong to anyone. Why couldn't he remember anything?!

Overthinking got his head deeper in more throbbing pain, so he decided to push every question aside and ease his pain. No matter how much he thought, he was too weak to do anything about his situation, so it was better for him to rest.

*****

A full day passed, and George was feeling somewhat better. His tongue had more life in it. He joints were not as sore, and his back wasn't throbbing as much.

Although he wasn't feeling better, he didn't know whether he felt good enough to get checked out of the hospital. But his alleged wife Scarlett insisted that they leave immediately. He didn't understand the sudden rush, and he was more surprised the doctors didn't try to stop her.

"Okay ma'am. Just remember that he should take his drugs, and that he shouldn't do too much work. He's still very far from being a hundred percent-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I understand all that. Just get us out of the hospital," she cut them off.

Soon, they were in a Range Rover, speeding to the airport. They soon got to the airport and they got into a private jet.

"Where are we going?"

"Country Z," Scarlett simply replied.

"Where's that?"

"You'll see"

Despite the confusion, George was weakened by the unplanned movements, so he fell asleep, only for him to get woken by Scarlett, telling him that they'd arrived.

They got down from the jet, and four attendants were waiting beside a limousine.

"Welcome home, Young Master," they all said in unison and bowed and they got in him into the limousine.

George found that very weird, but he held back words until they got to their destination.

"The Young Master is back! Welcome the Young Master!" A forerunner announced immediately, and everyone on the streets began bowing down to him once he got out of the limo.

"What's happening, Scarlett? Who are these people, and why are they calling me Young Master?" Asked a dumbfounded George.

She only smiled in response and waved to the subjects