Chapter 25
Chapter 25
Cleo woke up to the annoying sounds of water dripping from a nearby tap.
She wanted to keep her eyes closed for as long as she could but the bright light above her pried her eyelids open.
It took a moment for her to get her vision to be cleared as her vision was blurry and the bright light above her did not help matters.
Upon remembering what had happened before she lost consciousness, the first thing thag she did was to check the ceiling for cameras.
But ti her dismay, all she could see was a bright white ceiling.
Cleo’s eyes immediately scan the entire room to see that it was all white.
Her eyes then scanned low to view her from.
She was in a. white gown and her hands and feet were strapped to the bed.
Cleo immediately felt her heart drop to her stomach at the realization of what was happening.
Cleo was not on the warm bed of the hotel room neither was she under the flickering lights of the room.
She had an inkling that she had been kidnapped but never did she think that things would go through this route.
At first Coke could not breathe. Everything that she thought she knew, everything that she thought that she had lived for all of this while was all crashing down on her.
Nothing made sense to her anymore.
However, to Cleo, the most baffling situation was the fact that her in this position felt so familiar.
Her eyes followed the sound of the drip sound to see that it was from beside her and not from a nearby tap.
Her eyes went down to see the the needle that had been jabbed into her left hand.
She was receiving an IV drip. The slow drops of the clear liquid fekt cold against her veins.
She tugged hard at the retainers with everything that she had but it did absolutely nothing to free her.
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Cleo’s entire body stiffened as the sound of the room door opening was more than enough to bring her out of her thoughts.
In walked her husband…..Elliot Fournier and her best friend Linda bith dressed in white and clipboards in hand.
What were they both doing here?
Did they have something to do with all of these?
Perhaps was this their plan all along to kidnap her and take all of her fortune for themselves?
These were the questions that ran through Cleo’s mind as she stared at the two with nothing but contempt and hatred in her eyes.
“Miss Ainsley…how are you doing this fine morning?”
Elliot snag in a sickly sweet tone but Cleo knew better than to fall for his sweet charms and calm voice.
Although his tone was soft and calm, his eyes told a different story.
His eyes were expressionless, dark pools that didn’t quite blink.
Behind him, Linda wheeled in a tray of instruments, metal gleaming too brightly beneath the light.
The reaction came in an instant.
Cleo’s entire body stiffened as the cool air blew against her skin.
Now she was visibly shaking in the white room as her eyes remained fixated on the instruments.
Her heart started to think very violently and nothing she did worked to bring her beating heart under control.
“W-where am I?!”
She demanded as her hands tried again to free herself from the constraints.
“Miss Ainsley, are we doing this again? Just when I thought you were starting to make some significant progress.”
Elliot sang again with a tsk as he writes something down on his white clipboard.
Cleo just stared at him like he had run mad.
“You’re exactly where you have always been Miss Ainsley.”
“No! No! I was in a room. Room 324. Hotel La Rue.”
Cleo cried out..her hands sweaty and clammy, her breath quickened and her eyes wide.
It was all too real to have been an imagination.
No!
Something wasn’t right.
She could feel it down to her very bones.
Why would she imagine that she left herself warnings?
“Yes yes, Miss Ainsley, you’ve mentioned that before. Let me ask you. What was I to you this time around? The last time, you said I was a detective while Linda here was a hotel guest.”
He said as his tone was filled with obvious mockery which made tears gather at the corners of Cleo’s eyes.
She was scared and the calm yet terrifying demeanor of both Elliot and Linda were not helping matters.
She kept her mouth shut because she could already hear the laughter if she were to tell him that he was her husband and Linda her best friend.
He just continued to scribble down on the clipboard as his head shook in amusement.
No!
It was all real!!!
Everything was real.
“I’m not lying!” Cleo thrashed, the restraints rattling.
“You don’t understand, the cameras, the journal, Linda, the child—”
Cleo was not allowed to finish that sentence.
The reaction came in an instant.
The entire air of the room became cold as the tension increased.
It became harder for Cleo to breathe but what she saw made her tremble in her very bones.
Elliot’s eyes became hard and cold, filled with anger mixed with fear.
Cleo did not miss the way his face suddenly got sweaty as he fiddled with the clipboard in his hands.
“So….you remember them” He said but this time, there was nothing cheerful about his tone.
He said nothing and nodded towards Linda who then we held the card to the center of the table.
“Forgive me Cleo but it becomes a problem when you start to remember troublesome things like that.”
He said back to his singing, cheerful tone.
The needle looked sharp as it glistened under the room’s light.
Cleo struggled with all of her might buy it bore no fruit.
The prick against her skin was painful and before she could tell what was happening, her vision became blurry again as her body became floppy on the table.
Then it all went blank.