Chapter 66 : True Colors

*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