*Lily*Shivers ran down my spine, and I was feeling like Jean had something sinister up his sleeve. As a notorious art thief, he most likely did have some ominous plans, but I couldn't be sure if they involved me or not. After all, we just ran into each other on the street. It was a coincidence… right?I had a sneaking suspicion creep into the back of my mind that Jean wasn't just here to ask me about my artwork. Something else was afoot. A red flag seemed to be swung back and forth in my brain trying to warn me that something was wrong. I didn't think I could trust Jean, and my mind was screaming at me to be cautious. "Actually Jean, I am waiting for William. He had some business up the road and I've been enjoying window shopping along this strip," I said with a forced smile wishing William could see us and come to my rescue. I felt so small compared to Jean as he towered over me. Jean licked his lips as he took a step closer to me and I took a step back towards the busy roa
*William*Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I tore away from the Louvre museum in haste after I watched Lily walk away just a few moments ago. I hated that we had fought. I should have given her a chance to explain herself and why she thought it would be best to help the Directorate of Territorial Security in apprehending Jean Laurent. She must understand that this seedy man had no business being around her any longer than he had been. This is why I had been so serious with her, but perhaps harsh was a better word. I looked around the gardens knowing she had come this way. She must be somewhere around here.I searched high and low wondering if she had made her way to the road. She was nowhere in sight. Fuck. Shit. I clenched my fists in anger. Where did she go?My heart raced with worry and guilt as I started walking around the bustling streets of Paris. I felt desperate as I searched the sea of faces and couldn’t find her. I could feel the immense amount of guilt settle in my stomach like a
*Lily*Finding myself trapped in a dimly lit basement was not how I expected my evening to turn out. I mentally kicked myself knowing I should have realized Jean was not who he said he was. William was right, he was dangerous. I should have listened to him. Why hadn't I heeded his words of warning?I held back my tears as I looked around the basement after Jean had dropped me on the floor unceremoniously. A few dilapidated boxes stood in the corner filled with trash and I saw a mousetrap loaded behind it. The basement was lackluster with gray cement walls and an easel stood in the other corner with a few worn paints and brushes. What was the purpose of this room? Did Jean expect me to paint here?I looked up at him straight faced and tongue tied. What did he want? He had once come across so charming, like a pleasant figure that had found his way into my life just by happenstance. He had praised my work and entertained me with promises of grandeur and fame. He could have charmed r
*William*I rubbed my eyes as I walked up the stairs to Rick's office. I had not slept well. I’d tossed and turned all night and it was catching up to me, now. It was strange not having Lily beside me since I had become accustomed to her presence not only with me during the day but sleeping next to me at night. I hated the fact that I couldn't pull her to my side. Her absence was even more apparent because she had been taken from me.I was feeling desperate this early in the day, and absent-mindedly clutched the door handle of Rick's office. I stepped into the waiting room looking around and briefly admiring how Rick had decorated, barely registering the environment because I was distracted. I needed answers about Lily. My mind was going nuts. A secretary sat behind a desk, looking up at me from behind her round glasses as I approached. "William Shaw," I said before she could ask and recognition crossed her cream-colored face as she pressed a button on the desk.On cue, I hear
*Lily*I picked at the paint that had dried on my fingers wondering what time it was. Still stuck in this godforsaken shit hole of a basement, my prison felt like it was becoming smaller. My hands were red and pink from the colors I had just used in the painting and I chipped away at my nails nervously. I felt very unsanitary and wished I could have a sink to just wash my hands. I could even wash my hair, which had become slimy and sticky against my scalp.I had been given a pail to use the restroom, and I felt like it was a manipulative move to remind me I was a caged animal. Jean had come in a few times to check on my work and breathe heavily down my neck. He spared me any encouragement as he dragged me around this basement roughly hoping to get me started on a painting.I shivered thinking about it, because I couldn't stand being around him any longer than I had to. His true colors had shone through and they were ugly. I scoffed as I wondered if the word ugly was too kind of a
*William*I stared at this strange woman who had joined me at the bar in a dark part of town. I hoped she wasn't some gold digger who had figured out who I was. She knew my name but I was very much unaware of hers or who she was. It didn't feel good being left in the dark.The woman nodded in acknowledgment toward me as she downed the rest of her drink. She was mysterious and looked to be possibly older than me."From what I heard, you know my ex-lover Jean Laurent," she started to explain herself.Now things were starting to get interesting and heated up. The mystery was starting to unravel and unveil itself. An ex-lover of Jean Laurent, perhaps a spurned woman coming to me out of spite to rat out Jean? At least, that's what I was hopeful for."Ah," was all I said as she waited for me to respond. I didn't want to give too much away because perhaps she was meeting me with a ransom request. Perhaps Jean and her were still in cahoots despite their relationship."Nasty busines
*Lily*What would I give to have access to a comfortable pillow or a throw blanket? Something to rest my eyes on for just a few minutes. A fluffy pillow would be a welcome sight. I wished to lay my aching head down and catch a few minutes of much-needed sleep. Although, I couldn't be sure it would be a restful sleep knowing Jean was in this building waiting for me to finish my first few paintings. I pursed my lips thinking how I would never complain of an uncomfortable old chair or bed again after this experience. Even if I was given a stiff cot, I'd happily sleep in it with no questions asked. I contemplated whether I'd sleep on a stained mattress at this point. I could feel my desperation turning into irrational compromises and ideas.I shivered controllably feeling even more exposed and vulnerable the longer I stayed down in this basement. The thin fabric of my dress had been nice when visiting the Louvre but not helpful in the dungeon I was trapped in. How long had it bee
*William*I stared at the dark building that we had just seen Jean Laurent step out of to smoke a cigarette. No lights were on and it was so gloomy that I could not understand how someone like Lily would have gone unnoticed here. Lily was a vibrant and colorful soul, she drew everyone in around her with her bubbly personality and kindness. This building was the complete opposite of her, and it showed.I barely registered what the Directorate of Territorial Security was saying to all of us gathered in the back of a camouflaged van. They had been going over our strategy one more time but I could no longer contain myself. Without thinking or hesitating, I swung the van door open jumping out of it as it slammed hard at the end of the rolling track. I moved with a purpose as I took the steps up to the door. "Mr. Shaw! Come back, please stop!" One of the officers yelled behind me but I paid him no heed. I was going to get my precious Lily back. Fuck what they wanted. Her safety was