I abruptly wake up when I feel my body getting wet, like someone poured an entire bucket of water over my head. I open my eyes, and all I can see are droplets of water that are flowing even over my pupils.
Oh my God, that truly happened.
I move my head, wanting to remove the water and see something normal. I then notice the shape of a door closing, and everything getting pitch-black.
I am trying to remember what happened while putting aside the pain all over my body. I flinch when I realise that I am tied up.
Cathal captured us.
That’s just great.
It’s now clear as day that my plan went to shit because I didn’t take into consideration the enemy hiding in the shadows. All I could do was think positively and hope that everything would go exactly according to plan, but I was hella wrong.
I should’ve thought of a more horror version of it all, not romantic dramas, for fuck’s sake. Lucas tried to convince me that my plan was not that good, that there could be unpredictable situations, but I was too stubborn to listen. I am sure he had a plan B from the beginning, but I don’t know if he has gotten this far along with it.
I try to loosen the rope around my wrists, and as soon as I realise that I can’t, I try moving my legs.
Surprise.
They are also tied up, but in a very strange way.
I feel exposed with them on either side of me, sitting on what seems to be a chair. I don’t even wanna think about why they are in this strange position.
Seeing I can’t get myself free, I start screaming for help. Maybe I am lucky, and somebody apart from Cathal’s people will hear me.
What the hell does he really do? What are Lucas and Blake involved in? What the hell did they negotiate for other than drugs?
Something isn’t adding up.
I’m aware that the world of drugs is a big thing, yada yada, but from Cathal’s gaze from before… I don’t even think I know half of the story they told me.
Suddenly, a bright light floods the room, and I instinctively closed my eyes. I shake my head and blink a few times until I manage to see a rusty door a few steps ahead of me. I look around and don’t see any windows, so I’m not able to find out how much time I was unconscious. The walls are cracked and tarnished in vivid hues. On my right, I can see a big bloodstain, which makes me sick, and I barely restrain myself from throwing up.
I move my gaze to other points in the room and see a supervising camera in the upper-left corner with a red light, so it is on. It wasn’t before, because all I could see was the harsh darkness and nothing more.
I look down and shiver when I see that I only have my blouse and my lingerie on. That means somebody undressed me, and who knows what they did to me while I was asleep.
I feel hot tears wetting my cheeks and the panic surrounding my being. If it wasn’t for my shitty plan and I had listened to Lucas, maybe I wouldn’t have ended up in this situation I am in. But he couldn’t say no. He didn’t know how to disagree with me and tell me I was a wimpy kid who didn’t think of any consequences. Because I just didn’t!
The consequences and horror scenes were kept deep down in my brain for the book I want to write.
I look once again at the camera and frown.
“Fucking show yourself and tell me what you want from me!” I yell to the one behind the camera.
I am already sick of this whole situation, even though it is already sounding like a stupid plan coming from me.
Immediately after, the red light goes off, making me roll my eyes.
Coward.
Not even a minute after, the door opens, and Paul enters, dressed exactly like on his wedding day, but dirtier and with bloodstains on his pants.
“Oh my God, Paul! You don’t even know how worried Bianca…”
I stop the moment I see his perverse gaze. It is creepy, and it makes me tremble uncontrollably.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” I cry and look deep into his green eyes, a colour too similar to Lucas’s, but I can see that he isn’t the person I once knew.
