The screech of the doorway jolted Chloe up from her slumber. Since sleep was all she could do these days, her eyes flew open immediately hungry to feast on something other than the dreary state of this place. It was Drake, walking in with her meal just on time. For kidnappers, they fed her remarkably well three times a day.“Hey, stranger.” Drake smiled at her as he approached, his dimples popping out. She returned the effort, the weight on her chest lifting when he walked in. If it wasn't for Drake, she might have gone mental just a little bit.During her food breaks, he would extend it by an hour or two just to keep her company. He's dry jokes and witty humor always uplifted her spirit and for the first couple of days it kept her afloat pushing away thoughts of the future but after almost a week, she needed something more.She needed to know the truth.“Hey, what's on the menu?” She sniffed the air just as the food came down. Usually he was supposed to tie her hands and legs so sh
Initially, when the door was first kicked open, Chloe thought it was one of the other goons, which she hadn't seen since that first night that they'd kidnapped her but when the guy stepped in, the first thing she noticed was the shoe, since the rest of his figure was in the dark.Hid end, quality loafers…the kind that costs about $1000 per pair.Immediately, she knew that this must be the leader of this rag-tag gang and she stood up straight.Thankfully, her legs were bound and while the rope around her hands was a bit loose, she could handle it in such a way that he wouldn't know.Drake stiffened, moving back two paces when he saw the stranger. “S-sir, I didn't know you would be coming in today.”Today? What does Drake mean by today?Has this guy been coming around and she didn't know about it?This place must be bigger than she initially thought.“I thought I'd come in and see my investment up close.” The stranger's smooth baritone voice rolled out the words.That voice…It sounded
It turns out that Ivan was up to something, having found a clue in one of the guy's from the CCTV footage.“What's up?” Sean breathes out, rushing into the room. He made sure to see Amber out before rushing down here. “What did you find?”“Look at this guy,” Ivan pointed at the monitor’s screen. “Luckily, for us he turned around and looked directly at the camera. I managed to scan his brain through the police database, hoping I might find something.”Sean took another look at his friend. “I didn't know that you had access to the cops system like that. Color me impressed.”“How do you think I get to be so good at solving my PI cases? All you need is to grease a few hands and it's all set.” He tapped more on the keyboard. “Anyways, the guy's name is Clive Andrews and this is his address. I figured you might need it.”Ivan scribbled the guys address on a piece of paper, handing it over to Sean who skimmed it and folded it up. “Thanks man, hopefully this guy will lead right to Chloe.”Se
“Any sign of her yet?” Sean asked, crunching on his potato chips. Ivan was looking into the binoculars squinting so he could get a proper view of the house that they were trying to look into. “No, not yet.”“I think we should go in,” Sean suggested.Ivan turned around to look at him as if he was crazy. “Go in and do what? Or have you forgotten that this Camille lady could be armed to the teeth?” He queried. “If she is indeed the one that took Chloe, we need to be careful.”“You're right.” Sean agreed, having glossed over that fact.They spent the next couple of minutes in silence while Ivan was busy watching the house from this distance, trying to get any new information. So far, all they've gathered is that this Camille woman loves ordering pizza. If he was mistaken, she should have ordered at least five pizzas today.After that Clive's youngest brother gave us a tip on Camila, we let him loose with the promise of him not saying anything to anybody about our presence. To ensure he ke
Sean woke up to the sounds of screaming from the other side of the room. He tried to jerk against his rest but they were too tight for him to move an inch.Someone cleared their throat, informing him of their presence. Sean started, turning around to catch sight of the person. “Welcome back from your slumber, I was wondering if you weren't going to wake up again.”Sean opened his mouth to talk but the sound of screaming, louder than before came through this time and it was one that he was not able to to avoid.“Who's that?” he asked the stranger.The man shrugged, “Who do you think it is?” Sean had a very good idea of who the person was, seeing as the voice sounded familiar.It was his friend, Ivan. The screams and pain went on for so long and it was in such a manner that it's eventually got to him.If Sean had only listened to Ivan's warning they would not be in this position, with him tied up against a chair and Ivan in the other room going through God knows what at the hands of
Chloe stared down at her hands and saw that the thorn-like rope had left a pale red mark around her hands. She knew at that moment that she would forever be scared of ropes, and it was almost funny to her, she let out a small laugh to follow up the thoughts and it jolted the prison guard back to reality.“What is funny?” Drake asked her, iciness dripping from his voice. Since Clement came the day before, he had become aloof and indifferent with her, none of his previous kindness was existent, almost like she had hallucinated it. He hardly spoke and when he brought in her meals it was always in bad graces, muttering only monosyllabic responses.“Am I not free to have my own thoughts now?”Chloe snapped back at him and he leaned closer, his eyes glinting in rage.“I don’t want you going crazy under my watch. Because that means you wouldn’t be as useful to my boss and that’s a downside to me.” He said to her and she wondered how much they were even paid because this level of vileness had
Sean didn’t think he was going to stop the search all of a sudden because of an encounter with the ‘almighty Camille’. The young boy had made it seem like she was a scary sort and maybe she was, maybe there was steel somewhere but he realized their weakness was something he had at his disposal, something as vain as the possible engine of the whole affair, money.“What about Clement?” He blurted out, the thought suddenly occurring to his mind. “He does hate my guts a whole lot.”“So you’re saying he is the one doing all these terrible things? It sounds like him but it also sounds unlikely.” Ivan was saying but they both knew the possibility was 95% over 100.“Don’t play neutral detective, pick a side. He has been quiet about the whole thing for too long and it’s very unlike him.” Sean was saying, they were muddled up in a motel a mile away from that environs. Ivan knew something was brewing there and they didn’t need to be far away but he also didn’t want to raise Sean’s hope high.Iva
They settled in a corner of the pub, Ivan and Sean on one side and Camille sat pretty opposite, she had the air of someone who felt in charge and her cockiness was enraging Sean.Ivan noticed and patted him on his arms, urging him to remain calm. Ivan leaned forward and pushed one of the beer bottles Fatima had brought, towards her. It was her third bottle.“So, you are here to see your former captor, get a closer look?” Camille asked as she took a large gulp of the lukewarm drink, Sean had taken a bottle and decided he had enough but she was still going at three. It definitely pointed to some kind of celebratory mood.“No actually, we need your help on something,” Ivan told her and Sean watched as his friend delved into an Oscar award-winning act, his face twisting into a concerned one.“Recently, one of our friends went missing, we didn’t know if it was a voluntary ghosting or an actual case so we are being more on the low profile side. She was last seen in this area, I was hoping s