Could it be Cassie? That was the only name that was ringing in my head over and over. Who was she? When I used to date Mitch, he had this crazy ex who hated my guts. She believed that I was the wrong choice for him and had often tried to break us apart. I mean, it sounds only like a harmless case of jealousy and regret, right? But listen, what makes me think that she could actually do something like that is the fact that she had dr****d me one time when Mitch and I went to a party. She had dr****d me, taken me to her house, and even held me hostage for hours. Long story short, the police were called and I was rescued. I did not press charges because her parents begged me; they told me that she had been going through a hard time after she had been rejected from all the colleges she had applied. Plus, she had been obsessed with Mitch, believing that he was her soulmate. So…come on, the possibility was there. And it was a very strong one. “Is this Cassie?” I asked the guard, looki
Through the haze of agony, I could hear the approaching footsteps growing louder, mixed with the murmur of voices. As the pain reached its peak, the cell door swung open, and a group of guards rushed in. Their faces reflected a mix of concern and urgency. It was a stark contrast to their usual indifference. One of the guards, different from the one who had been helping me, knelt beside me. “What’s happening?” I managed to whisper through gritted teeth, tears escaping my eyes. “It’s alright, we’re going to help you,” He assured me, looking away for a few seconds so he could tell his colleagues to get the medical team. The pain began to ebb away, leaving me weak and trembling. The guards exchanged glances, communicating in hushed tones. I felt a cold sweat on my forehead as I tried to make sense of the situation. “We need to get her to the infirmary, now,” One of the guards said, taking charge. Supported by two guards, I was lifted to my feet. Each step sent a jolt of pain through
My heart skipped a beat at the guard’s words. He wanted to introduce me to the person who killed Mitch. The very thought sent shivers down my spine and a mix of anger and fear welled inside me. Finally, I was going to be the psychopath that was responsible for the murder. I could not help but feel tears build up in my eyes as I was reminded that Mitch was really gone. Like…he was really dead. It all felt surreal and like a nightmare that I badly wanted to wake up from. As we approached the entrance of the cabin, the guard opened the door, revealing a jawdroppingly beautiful interior. The place was as lovely as the exterior. The place was adorned with elegant furniture, bathed in the warm glow of perfectly placed lamps and the fireplace. The atmosphere, even though it was inviting, carried an underlying darkness that I could not ignore. A large wooden table stood at the center, surrounded by plush chairs, and a chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting intricate shadows across th
“Come on, go inside,” The guard said to me.I was confused, the room was unlike any of the ones that I had seen in my life. I was on edge, and a bad feeling sat at the bottom of my stomach. The walls were strange, and the ceiling too. They were far from normal. There were mirrors everywhere, it was very strange and eerie. “What’s going on?” I asked, being on high alert. “Where’s Cassie?” I was in the room. There was no furniture and the windows were sealed. There was a weird smell and the floors were dirty. The guard simply closed the door and I heard a click, signaling that it was locked. My heart raced as the guy locked the door behind me. Panic started to settle in, and I desperately looked around for any sign of an explanation. I knew it, I knew that I should not have trusted the guy. The mirrors reflected my anxious expression back at me, creating an unsettling feeling as if I were being watched from every angle. I rushed to the locked door and began to bang on it. “Let me
As much as I was starving to the point that I would even eat raw meat, I still needed answers. “What comes next?” My voice was weak as I stared at the man.He nodded towards the tray of food. “I said you should eat, ma’am.” I continued staring at him as my tears released hot tears, my heart burning. I was so weary physically, emotionally, and mentally. “Why are you doing this? Please, I’m begging you..” I sobbed, kneeling on the hard dirty floor as more tears flowed from my eyes. “Please what? I’m not the one you should be begging,” He replied, looking a bit uncomfortable. “Now, get up from the floor and eat the damn food.” His voice took on a scary tone that shook me to my bones. Glancing at the dead body and not wanting to end up like that, I stood up from the floor, wiped my face, and sniffled. “Okay, okay.” I did not even recognize my own voice. “If you’re worried that it’s going to be like that porridge from prison, then be assured that it’s not. I only did that because I nee
I could not believe what I was looking at. In fact, I did not want to believe it, I did not want it to be true.I could feel the tears building in my eyes again as I stared. “What is that?” My voice was soft and shaky. The guard still had his pistol in his hand but it was no longer pointed towards me. He walked in my direction, a small smile playing on his lips. “I think you and I know very well that you know what that is.” I swallowed, a knot forming in my throat as my heart pounded. “That’s my brother’s necklace…” I furrowed my eyebrows. It was around the dead body’s neck. I remember that I had bought him that necklace for his eighteenth birthday, and he has worn it since. He never took it off, and I even used to tease him about it. “That…it is.” The guard shrugged, smirking. “But…” I scoffed as a tear escaped my eye. I did not want to believe it. This had to be a sick and twisted joke that was being played on me. It had to be. Gosh, I really wanted it to be. “Why is it around
Fear. That emotion that has the ability to have your limbs frozen. It has the power to have you either fighting with everything you have just to survive or have you running as fast as you can.But it all boils down to survival. So in a way, is fear good? I was on that cold dirty floor, in a room that was filled with the smell of a decaying body, just waiting for the worst as the guard towered over me. He raised his hand and as if it was all in slow motion, I saw it coming in my direction and yet I could not do a single thing about it. He hit me across the face so hard that everything went dark for a few seconds, a ringing appearing in my ears. Pain shot from my jaw straight to my right ear. I could hear nothing and I moaned out loudly, hurt. I was now flat on the floor, not even able to move until after a few seconds. My vision cleared and I was brought back into the world of reality. But oh, it was not over. He closed the distance between us and grabbed my throat with his strong
The guard’s expression softened slightly, though the memory of his pistol reminded me of the danger I was still in. With a final warning, he turned and led the way.This time, although I was still scared for my life, I followed him. I stayed a small distance until we reached the end of the paved path. There was a huge tree and the lake looked magical. If it was under any other circumstances, this would have been nice. But my life was literally in danger. The full moon’s light reflected on the soft rumbles of the lake and I could not stop staring at it.I was not even a painter but I wanted to paint the scene really bad. “You’re about to meet the person who killed your ex,” The guy said as he placed his hands in his pockets. “He would be here in less than five minutes.” I wanted to speak but to be honest, I was scared of this guy. He no longer appeared to me as that harmless stranger who wanted to help me. The image of him hitting me and almost shooting me with his pistol was etched
Linda’s POVWe managed to get out of the burning room, and I swear I think I got a few burns but the adrenaline drowned the pain out. We were headed out and had no idea where the exit was due to how much smoke and fire was assaulting us from almost everywhere.The pinching pain in my belly was growing and as much as I tried to brush it off, it was getting harder to do with each step that I took.Suddenly, the roof caved in and fell to the ground causing us to be separated by angry flames. I was stuck on the other side and Chris and the others were away from me.Fear filled me and I took a few careful steps away from the raging fire. “Help!” I exclaimed.“Keep calm, Linda. We will find a way to get to you, but for now, I would recommend that you keep moving.” He pointed towards the ceiling.When I looked up, I saw that the fire was eating it up, it could fall at any second. “Okay!” I said loudly, so I could be heard above all the commotion. When I turned around to start moving, I was
Linda’s POVI had never been so scared in my life, the room held a tension that I could not describe. It felt like a nightmare, a real one.It felt like I was hallucinating all of this, but deep down, I knew that I was not. This was real, and it was something that I could not escape from. “Please, think about the baby,” I begged Mr. Kingston, tears flowing from my eyes and snot running down my nose.“Did you think of the baby before you and your friends decided to f*ici up my life?” He asked, dark humor dancing in his eyes.“Light them up,” he said, walking away. In seconds he was out of the room. Kirby flashed me a sad look before her features hardened again. She then walked out, the doctor guy following her.I sniffled and then sobbed out even more. I was beginning to smell gasoline, the smell was overwhelming. Sh*t, they were going to burn us up. My vision got blurred for a few seconds before I blinked the tears away, making it clear again.The door opened and I saw Kirby and th
Linda’s POVThe call went through but after a few rings, there was no answer. My heart was thumping in my chest and more tears threatened to spill from my eyes due to fear.“You better hope she answers, we are on a tight schedule,” Kirby warned me in a hard tone. I was praying for that too. “Call her again, maybe her phone is on Do Not Disturb,” I tried to find an explanation.“Hmm,” She mumbled in response before deciding to make the call again. This time, Fallon answers on the third ring.I let out a breath that I did not know I was holding. Kirby brought the phone close to me and put it on speakerphone. “This better be important, because I’m very busy right now,” Fallon said, it sounded like she was on a busy street because I could hear the sound of cars and people being people in the background. “It is,” I replied. “Fallon, I need your help; Chris and I have been kidnapped. The like went quiet for a few seconds and then she broke the silence. “Linda?” “Yes, Fallon, please…hur
Linda’s POVBeing bound was not a nice experience, the ropes were so tight that every time I would try to move, they would pinch my skin.But I had made my decision, I wanted to come out of here alive. I wanted my baby to come out of here alive, so I was going to do everything I was told to do no matter how messed up it would be.Kirby and the guy who I thought was a doctor soon walked out of the room, leaving me with the guy who was not too far from me.I knew it was a man because of his build but I could not tell who he was. He was wearing old and ragged clothes and seemed to be unconscious because his head was bent over in a weak way.“Are you okay?” I asked, attempting to see if he was awake even though I felt he was not. There was no reply. So I sighed and then glanced around the room, looking to see if I could find a way of escape, but it seemed like the only way to get out here was through the door.There were two windows in the room but both of them had iron bars that did not
Linda’s POVThe car soon came to a stop, it had been a long ride. “Take her inside,” Kirby commanded and the Doctor did as he was asked. He opened the door and got down before gesturing that I do the same. I did not want to be hurt and did not want my baby to be hurt either so I did as he told me. I got down from the car and glanced around. It was now dark but the lights from on the property were impressively bright. Acres of land stretched from both sides that I looked at, and a huge stood not too far from me. It looked like a castle. It was stunning but it had a dark energy that caused my heart to skip a beat. I already knew who was behind this. I mean, I had my suspicions at first but they had now been confirmed. The thought of Chris entered my mind and I felt a heaviness that I could not ignore. Why did they have me tell him that I was on a street that we were miles away from? Had it been a way to get him alone so they could harm him? Oh my gosh, I did not know what I would do
Chris’s POVKidnapped? The word rang in my ear over and over, and I could barely hear a thing after she had said that. The car behind mine honked loudly and I was pulled out of my trance. “Clink Street? You said you’re being held at Clink Street?” I needed to make sure that I had heard her right. “Yes…” Her voice broke before a shudder followed shortly after. Then the call dropped. I tried to call but there was no answer. So I tried again; again and again. And with the cars honking behind me as I was parked at the traffic light, blocking their way, I knew that I had to put it all aside for only a few seconds. My mind raced as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. Lind, my wife, was kidnapped. The thought was incomprehensible, surreal. But I could not afford to dwell on it. I had to act, I had to act fast. With a deep breath, I refocused on the present. The light that was was still green, so I finally drove and ignored the road rage that I was getting as I pulled to the
Linda’s POVMy heart skipped a beat, a cold fear gripping me as I realized something was terribly wrong. Panic surged within me, but I tried to keep my voice steady. “What do you mean, you lied?” I demanded, my voice trembling despite my efforts to remain calm. Dr. Adam’s smile faded, replaced by a chilling expression that sent shivers down my spine. “You, Linda,” He said softly, his ice blue eyes locking onto mine with unsettling intensity, “You’re not going to another room as you already can tell, you’re going to a little place called ‘Pay Back’.” I immediately jumped out of the wheelchair and tried to run for my life but I fell to the hard ground. We were in the parking place, basement level. “Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs but it was like there was not even a soul there. As I hit the ground, pain shot through my body, but fear propelled me to my feet again. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I fought to escape, but Dr. Adam was quick to react. He grabbed my arm lik
Linda’s POVI could barely speak, the pain overwhelming me as I doubled over on the bathroom floor. Every fiber of my being screamed with agony, and I feared for the safety of my unborn child. I already knew what it was, what was causing the pain. This was not my first rodeo, it was not the first time that it had happened. Aunt Maze and William rushed into the room, their expressions filled with alarm as they saw me writhing in pain. “What’s going on?” Aunt Maze exclaimed, her voice tinged with worry. I struggled to find the words amidst the agony that consumed me. “It’s the bullet…it’s moving and must be hitting one of my organs,” I managed to gasp out, tears stinging my eyes as another wave of pain washed over me. Fallon’s eyes widened with realization. “We need to get her to the hospital, now,” She said urgently, her voice plastered with panic. With her support, I managed to rise to my feet, the pain still stabbing at my abdomen with each step. Aunt Maze and William sprang int
Linda’s POVMy heart skipped a beat at the revelation, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The Kingstons had vanished without a trace, the police had no way of knowing where they were. I wanted to ask how that was even possible. But I already knew the answer to that. Power, money, and influence. They had found a way to disappear because of who they were. “What do you mean disappeared?” Chris demanded, his voice smeared with urgency. “How could a prison transport vehicle just f*cking disappear?” Sergeant Thompson’s tone remained solemn. “We are still trying to ascertain the details, but it appears to have been a deliberate act. We suspect foul play.” “Of course, there was,” I heard Fallon say under her breath before letting out a string of curses. The car we were in was more of a van and we could all fit in easily. My mind raced with so many possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. Had all of this been orchestrated from the start? Was he planning revenge right n