The Trap

Chapter Fifty-two

The Trap

Sophie’s POV

I stepped away from him, who was this man and why was he doing this to me? I didn’t understand what was going on. I was supposed to be in the court with my attorney, who was now lying helplessly on the floor, I didn’t know if he was dead or not.

I was supposed to be there, fighting my case and for my kid’s custody, but here I was, in the middle of nowhere and with this unknown man.

“Who are you?” I questioned, trying every possible best to hide my fears, “what do you want from me?” Even with my best, my hands still trembled with fear.

He laughed and threw the clothes he already pulled off to the cushion, leaving his with his shirt and pants. He dipped his hand into his pocket and looked into my eyes, the most victorious gaze I had ever seen, “don’t you understand it all now?” He asked, “are you that slow?”

I was in no way offended by what he said, all I wanted to know was why he had to lure me from the court and for what reason he did that, why