Vida and her Mischief

Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and a group of men rushed in, their faces hidden by masks. They grabbed Bianca and Carmen, hauling them out of the room and into the hallway. Before they could even scream, they were gagged and blindfolded.

"What's going on?" Bianca thought frantically. "Where are they taking us?"

She could hear Carmen whimpering beside her, and she wished she could reach out and comfort her. But all she could do was remain silent, fearing what might happen if they made any noise.

The kidnappers dragged the two women down a long hallway, their footsteps echoing off the walls. They were taken outside, where a sleek black car was waiting. The kidnappers forced them into the backseat, where they were bound and gagged even more tightly. The car started to move, and the women could feel it racing down the streets, weaving through traffic. Where were they being taken? And what would happen to them when they got there?

As the car drove on, Bianca and Carmen could hear the muffled sound of a news report coming from the car radio.

As the car sped away with his girlfriend and his maid inside, Kyle rushed to the hospital, desperate to get to his father. He had received a call that his father was in critical condition, and that he needed a blood transfusion immediately.

As Kyle ran through the hospital halls, his mind was racing. What if he was too late? What if his father didn't make it?

Finally, he reached his father's room, and the doctor met him at the door. "Mr. Kyle, I'm afraid there's no easy way to say this." He spoke nervously knowing what Kyle could do, if he said what shouldn't be said.

"Your father is in a very serious condition," the doctor continued, "but the good news is that we were able to find a suitable blood donor. He's going to need surgery, but we're hopeful that he'll pull through." He decided to put it that way, to reduce the tension.

Relief flooded over Kyle, but he couldn't help but wonder who the donor was.

Kyle's phone rang, and he jumped at the sound. He fumbled to answer it, his heart pounding. "Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Kyle. We have your girlfriend and your maid." The voice on the other end of the line was distorted, but Kyle could tell that it was a man. "If you want to see them again, you'll have to do exactly as we say."

"Please," Kyle said, his voice shaking. "Please, don't hurt them. I'll do whatever you want. Just please let them go." He pleaded not having time to argue or dispute.

"Okay, Kyle," the voice said. "We're going to make this simple for you. We're going to give you a series of instructions, and you're going to follow them exactly. Do you understand?"

Kyle nodded, his mind racing. He had to figure out a way to save Bianca and Carmen, but he had no idea where to start. "I understand," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Good," the voice said. "Your first task is to come to the city center alone. You have one hour to get there tomorrow after noon.

"Don't bring the police, or anyone else," the voice continued. "If you do, we'll know. And if you don't come alone, we'll kill both Bianca and Carmen. Do you understand?" They asked, the voice was thick and grievous. The fear in him. Couldn't allow him to listen to the voice clearly. He wanted to see if it was Sean or his guard, Ethan.

"Yes," Kyle said, his heart pounding in his chest. "I understand."

"Good," the voice said. "We'll be in touch soon." They cut the call immediately. He found out the number was anonymous, even the number didn't show.

And with that, the line went dead. Kyle was left alone, his mind spinning with questions. What was he going to do? How was he going to save Bianca and Carmen?

Kyle sat by his father's bedside, he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. Who was behind the kidnapping? And what did they want? Was it Sean? He had no answers, but he knew that he had to find out who was responsible. If he didn't, he might lose everything he cared about.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside the door. A doctor entered the room, a serious look on his face. "Mr. Kyle, we have some news about your father's condition." He frowned at the doctor's statement, the doctor noticed it but he had no choice than to tell him.

"Mr. Kyle," the doctor said, "I'm afraid your father's condition has taken a turn for the worse. His blood pressure is dropping, and he's not responding to treatment. We're doing everything we can, but I'm afraid there's not much time left. Even with the blood, the test came out neutral." The doctor was nervous as he spoke, but still he had to do the needful.

Kyle felt his world spinning out of control. He couldn't lose his father. Not like this. "There has to be something you can do," he said, his voice shaking. "Please, you have to help him."

The doctor looked at him with sympathy.

"Please," Kyle said, his voice rising. "You have to try. You have to do everything you can. My father can't die. He just can't." He said almost in tears.

The doctor looked at him, his expression unreadable. "Mr. Kyle," he said. "I understand your concern. But I'm afraid the prognosis is not good. The only thing we can do now is make him as comfortable as possible."

"No!" Kyle said, his voice desperate. "You have to operate on him. I'll pay anything." He bolted angrily as he run his palm on his father's cheek.

"Mr. Kyle, I'm afraid it's not that simple," the doctor said. "Your father's condition is too serious for surgery. I'm truly sorry, but if you really want us to carry out a surgery on him, we would fulfil your wish ultimately." He pronounced.

Tears welled up in Kyle's eyes. He felt like he was about to collapse. "I can't lose my father," he said. "I just can't."

"I know this is difficult," the doctor said. "But I promise we'll do everything we can to make sure he's comfortable. We'll do our best to make sure he's not in any pain and to make the surgery successful." He assured a little, though he is not sure or in control of the outcome.

Kyle turned away from the doctor, feeling numb and hollow. He couldn't process what he'd just been told. He needed to get out of the hospital, away from the sterile white walls and the smell of antiseptic.

He made his way down the hallway, his footsteps echoing in the empty space. He pushed through the doors and stepped out into the cool night air. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He had to figure out what to do next.

As Kyle stood in the hospital parking lot, he felt completely lost. His father was dying, and there was nothing he could do to save him. He felt helpless and alone.

He looked up at the night sky, the stars twinkling in the darkness. He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. In that moment, he felt something he hadn't expected - a sense of peace. He knew he had to accept what was happening, no matter how difficult it was.

Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. He didn't know where it came from, but it felt like a gift from the universe. He pulled out his phone and started typing.

He needed to contact someone - someone who might be able to help.

He typed the words and hit send, not knowing what would come of it. But he had to try. He had to believe that something could be done. He had to have hope.

After a few minutes, his phone vibrated. A reply had come in. He opened the message and read the words. A lump formed in his throat as he realized that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance. He had to try.

He started walking towards his car, a new sense of determination filling him. He would not give up. He would do whatever it took to save his father. He got into his car and drove off into the night, ready to take on the impossible.

As Kyle pulled up to his house, he saw a figure standing on his front porch. Even in the dim light, he recognized the tall, broad-shouldered form. It was Lincoln, his trusted bodyguard and friend. Lincoln was always there for him, no matter what.

Lincoln walked down the steps and stood next to the car. He opened the door for Kyle and stood with his arms folded across his chest, waiting for Kyle to speak.

Kyle took a deep breath and met Lincoln's gaze. "There's something I need to tell you," he said.

"My father is dying," Kyle said, the words catching in his throat. "The doctors say there's nothing they can do."

Lincoln's face softened, and he put his hand on Kyle's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry to hear that," he said. "What do you need from me? What can I do to help?" He asked ready to do anything when if it cost him his life.

"I need your help," Kyle said. "I need you to do something for me. Something that might sound crazy."

Lincoln raised an eyebrow. "I'm all ears," he said.

"I need you to help me find a way to enter a different reality," Kyle said. "I need to find a way to enter the world of my father's dreams." Lincoln couldn't believe his ears as Kyle never believed in myth.

Lincoln looked at Kyle, his expression unreadable. "You're not talking about lucid dreaming, are you?" he asked. "I've heard about that, but I don't know if it's real."

"I know it sounds crazy," Kyle said. "But I have to try. I have to do everything I can to save my father. I'm just joking though." He whispers with a smirk, his eyeballs were still teary.

Lincoln nodded.

As Kyle and Lincoln sat in Kyle's living room, they discussed how they would approach the kidnappers. Lincoln would act as the main negotiator, while Kyle would be the backup.

They would go to the kidnappers' location and demand to speak to the person in charge. They would offer a trade: the release of the captives in exchange for a large sum of money.

It was a risky plan, but it was their best chance at rescuing the captives. They just hoped it would work.

"Are you sure about this?" Lincoln asked.

"This could be very dangerous."

"I'm sure," Kyle said. "

In the basement of the kidnappers' house, Bianca and Carmen struggled against their bonds. They had been tied up for hours, and their wrists were raw and bleeding from the tightness of the ropes. They had tried everything they could think of to get free, but it was no use. They were trapped.

Suddenly, the door to the basement opened and a figure appeared in the doorway. Bianca and Carmen froze, their hearts pounding in their chests. The figure stepped into the light, and they saw that it was Vida. They were shocked.

Vida's eyes were cold as she looked at Bianca and Carmen. She was flanked by two large men, who looked like bodyguards. She walked over to them and knelt down, studying them closely.

"Well, well, well," she said. "What a sorry sight you two are." She smirked.

"Where are we?" Bianca asked, her voice shaking. "What's going on?"

"You're in our world now," Vida said. "And things are about to get very interesting."

Vida was wearing a black cocktail dress that was cut low in the front and back, showing off her toned figure. The dress hugged her curves, and her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail.

She looked like a femme fatale from a spy movie, and she moved with the grace of a cat. Her eyes were hard and cold, and there was a cruel smile on her lips.

"Who are you?" Bianca asked, still trembling. "What do you want with us?"

"We'll get to that in a moment," Vida said. "By the time I'm done with you guys, you wouldn't mess with my Kyle." As soon as she's done with this words, Sean entered.

Just then, the door to the basement opened again, and a man walked in. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and a chiseled jaw. His clothes were tailored to perfection, and he looked every bit the part of a wealthy businessman. He smiled when he saw Vida, and she smiled back.

"Hello, Sean," she said, and they embraced. Sean gave her a kiss on the cheek, and Bianca and Carmen exchanged a look of confusion.

"What's going on?" Bianca whispered to Carmen.

Sean pulled Vida closer by her waist, he locked her lips in his own and sucked them like his life depends on it. He grope her breast right from her brassier, Vida moaned softly with a winch as Sean pinched her right nipple softly.

"This is shit," Carmen whispered with a teary, dangerous and murderous eyes.