Meanwhile, across the town of Lunadelephia, at the Ashfield Motel, Kimberly was left utterly stunned in the cramped motel space.She deliberately turned her back to face the now shut door, and a strong wave of DéjàVu crept into her bones. Last time she was locked in a confined space was by Jordan, a boy she trusted, who was now dead — she thought. Recalling the horrific event that transpired afterwards made her shudder. Now, a receptionist, whatever her motive was, has locked her in the motel room she paid for. Her mind spiraled in a flurry of questions, but none she could figure out the answer if she didn't ask.Fear? She felt none of it, but she was indeed perplexed. All she desperately needed was a meal, a warm bath and a bed to lay her tiresome body to sleep. But it seems the whole world was against her. First, Jordan, her so-called crush, delivered her into the claws of a beast. Second, her family turned against her, and her mother attempted to kill her. And now, whomever she c
As soon as Sheila found out of the hospital location Jordan was at, she headed for it immediately. “Lunadelephia Health Facility, that's where we are going,” She firmly said to Madison who was scared and perplexed out of her mind, and Sheila reveled in it.Madison resisted the urge to ask why as she was still scarred with fear. Her heartbeat had been escalating ever since she heard that animalistic growl that emerged from Sheila's vocal cords, and the otherworldly light she saw that glowed from her eyes. Her hands trembled on the steering wheel as she struggled to keep her calm, driving in silence.A few minutes later, she arrived at the hospital. Sheila grabbed her phone, turned to face Madison, her face grave as she said,“You're gonna stay here till I come back, you hear me?” It was definitely not a question, nor a request.Madison didn't respond, she only nodded briefly, shuddering in fear. Whoever, or whatever Sheila was, she was indeed dangerous, that she had been certain of,
“BANG BANG BANG!” Came the loud knocking on the wooden door, jolting Kimberly awake from her deep slumber.Warm rays of sunlight pierced through the slightly opened small window. She stirred, realizing it was now the dawn of another day. As she sat up, her bones creaked softly, reminding her of her prolonged rest.Groggily, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting them firmly on the ground. Rubbing the sleep of her eyes, she stumbled to the door, her annoyance brewing with each step. “Who's it?!” She yelled, her irritation evident in her tone.“Room service!” Replied the stern voice that emerged from the other side of the door. The voice sounded quite familiar and Kimberly suspected it to be the motel receptionist who had locked her inside the room she paid for and vanished with the key.Without any hole on the door to look through, she just leaned against the door. “You literally locked me in here, so how about you open the door yourself!” she yelled, her frustration mo
Still holed up at the Ashfield Motel, Kimberly's mind raced with memories. She flashed back to the last time she saw a syringe - the one her mother wielded, injecting a substance that disrupted her system. The memory ignited a firestorm of panic and rage within her.“Get that away from me!” Kimberly spat at the receptionist, her eyes fixed on the syringe held mid-air.The receptionist, seemingly unfazed, nodded to the man beside her. “Hold her firmly,” she instructed, her voice firm and detached.The man stepped forward, his menacing gaze locked onto Kimberly, his eyes cold and unyielding. His presence seemed to shrink the space around her, making her feel trapped and vulnerable.In a swift and brutal motion, he seized Kimberly and shoved her into the room, making her stumble backward. Before she could regain her balance, he grasped her by both arms, his fingers digging deep into her skin as he held her in a strong grip. Kimberly struggled to break free, but his hold was unyielding.
At about 2:00 pm, The twins, Clark and Aaron soon arrived at the border of their town, Lunadelephia. Their eyes scoured the vicinity in silence as they proceeded to step down from their car. “Bob said the body was found in the woods on the left-hand side of the road, when coming from our direction.” Clark said to Aaron, his hand outstretched, pointing towards the dense forest on their left.With a shared nod, Clark grabbed a bag that contained investigation tools and they both ventured into the woods, their movements swift and purposeful.Aaron gazed into the woods, where yellow tape cut through the trees, marking off the spot where the body was found. In a deliberate manner, their eyes scanned the gravel, carefully searching for signs of car tracks or other clues that could lead to their discovery.“I’ve got something!” Aaron called out, his firm tone cutting through the breezy silence, as his eyes settled on the dark brown blood stains etched into the gravel. “It leads into the woo
Back at Nicholas's mansion, Sheila was still seated on his sofa, still reeling from the heart wrenching conversation she had with him.She sat in his dimly-lit formal living room, alone, angry and utterly devastated. Her fist clenched with brewing anger, her nails digging into her palm while the rest of her body appeared motionless. The room was shrouded with silence, the only sound being the soft crackling of flames dancing in the fireplace.Sheila's heart burned and beat faster with hurt and seething anger, ever since Nicholas's harsh words cut through her heart like a knife. His threat to destroy her, reducing her to nothing like an Omega, seemed like the worst kind of betrayal.She was blindsided by Nicholas’s furious outburst. She expected him to be displeased for disobeying him, but not so displeased to threaten her and make her feel worthless. She had thought he would eventually be glad by her victory in rendering Kimberly a criminal and disgracing her family. But instead, he
Few hours to midnight, the restless twins huddled in their first-floor motel room, situated opposite the reception, planning their next move. Clark's face was set in a grim mask as he checked his gun chamber and cocked the gun. “There’s too much fishy stuff going on with this motel,” he began, his voice low and urgent.Aaron nodded in agreement. “The receptionist herself must be hiding something, she too seems fishy.” He concurred, mirroring Clark's actions with his own gun. “It's an old, functional but deserted motel, the first motel in miles and I'm sure there isn't another one for another five miles from here. How is there a motel staff with zero occupant? It doesn't add up.” Aaron added, a hint of skepticism dripping from his tone. “And why hasn't she even closed for the day? There are no guests, or is she waiting for one?”Clark exhaled deeply, his brows furrowing in suspicion. “We searched all 20 rooms, but what if we missed something? What if she showed us only what she want
“I see you found Fiona,” The receptionist spoke coldly, a subtle sly smile escaping her lips as she broke the brief tense silence that shrouded the whole room.Instantly, Clark and Aaron simultaneously raised their guns and pointed them at the woman. “Put your hands where I can see them,” Clark commanded, his tone and expression utterly austere. Meanwhile, Fiona all but shrunk behind Aaron, her panic intensifying as she gripped him by the arm. “It’s her!” She exclaimed softly. “She was the one who drugged me and kept me here, saying I must stay if I ever want to find my sister again.” She added, her voice quivering with dismay.Fiona's utterance amplified Clark's anger. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding in utmost scorn, as his finger tightened around the trigger. With the gun pointed directly at the receptionist’s forehead, he moved a step closer. “Is that true?” He demanded, his tone icy cold and menacing.The receptionist's response was a malicious subtle smirk, as she gazed into Cl