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Two days had passed since my conversation with Ivan. Two days since, I am living in the guilt of taking two lives. I don't understand how Ivan can forgive me, especially after what I did to his unborn child.
James, on the other hand, wants me to get a file from Ivan's office. Yes, that is what was written in the message. I was supposed to steal the file and James will come to pick me up on Saturday at noon, which will happen tomorrow.
I am petrified. Anything could go wrong. Even though Ivan keeps assuring me everything is going to be okay, I can't seem to relax. But what choice do I have? I had to take the risk either way.
"Isabella?" The mention of my name took me out of the trance. My head snaps towards the voice only to find Mary looking at me with her brows furrowed.
I forgot to mention it. Mary had returned early in the morning. I was really happy to see her back. At least I'll not be alone now.
"Bella?" She called me out
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Trapped EPILOGUE
ONE AND HALF YEARS LATER. I glanced over at the clock on the wall. It was almost ten and Ivan would arrive any second. I don't know who I am gonna break the news to and how he is going to react. I pinched my eyes shut as I suddenly felt light-headed and a swell of motion sickness hit me. I immediately jumped up and bolted to the washroom before locking it. I immediately knelt down and threw my dinner into the toilet. I flushed the toilet before getting up and walked towards the washbasin to brush my teeth and splashed some water on my face. I couldn't help but stare at my reflection. I looked normal despite the fact I always feel drained these days. For the past few days, I have been vomiting frequently and I get drained really quickly. Soon I realized I had missed my periods. It didn't take me much to realize what had happened to me. So, I called Rosie my doctor for confirmation. She came and collected my blood this morning a
Trapped 1
"Bye Jas," Jenny, my best friend, says. We've been friends since we were born. Like us, our moms have also been best friends since they were born. Crazy as it may sound, our parents got married the same day. I mean, who does that right? Our moms are obsessed with each other. They even wanted to get pregnant simultaneously, but unfortunately, Jenny's mom got pregnant with her first and I was born a year after Jenny was born. Jenny also has a younger brother but, unfortunately for me, I was the only child. My mom has had some health complications and it can be fatal for her to give birth to another baby. Although sometimes I wish I had a younger brother or sister, I would never trade my mother's life. "Bye honeybee" I replied. A smile plastered on my face. I love this girl. Giving a slight wave, I got off the bus and started walking towards my house. After a school trip, I decided to surprise my parents. So, I did not inform them about returning home. A
Trapped 2
"P-please" was all I was able to say. A small part of me couldn't help but feel disappointed in myself. I felt pathetic begging for my life, like a loser. But the bigger part of me wanted to live. I was pretty much desperate to live. More like I was afraid to die. He flounced in my direction briskly with a large tread and was in front of me within a few steps. I pressed myself further against the wall, trying to create as much distance as I could, but he threads his fingers through my hair, tugs it roughly. I cry out in pain as my scalp burns. "Stop...Please "I cried, desperately trying to pull myself out of his painful clutch. My grey orbs were fixed to his stone-cooled ones as I looked for mercy but found none. "Stop?" I received a chuckle from him. A bone-chilling chuckle "It just stared babe and you're already scared." All the fake amusement flung from his face as his demeanor turned into a predatory. And unfortunately, I happened to be his prey.
Trapped 3
After that, no one bothered to speak. Almost driving after three hours, I started to notice the inadequacy of residence. The car started moving on an unpaved road, bumping here and there every now and then. My eyes narrowed and my face vaguely distorted in uncertainty. Where are they taking me? Were they planning to take me deep into the woods and kill me there? But it doesn't make sense... They could have killed me in my house with my parents. Why would they take me into the woods just to kill me? Oh my God, are they planning to rape me and then kill me? No no no no... I can't let that happen. I don't want to die like this. So many terrifying thoughts popped up in my head and all the things that could happen to me. My eyes began to sting and saltiness gathered at my waterline.Stop crying, Jasmin. Crying isn't going to get you anywhere, but it will only add to your problems. I scolded myself. I continued to blink away, trying har
Trapped 4
I don't know how long I stayed there, but every single minute, my heart swells restive. I heard light footsteps coming in my direction, alerting my perception. I tense up and uncurl my back. The lock on my door wriggled and the door creaked open. My body further tensed when I saw a man with honey brown hair, olive skin, and wide grey eyes enter the room. I immediately knew this was the man whose name I had yet to find out. "Let go, you haven't eaten anything", I nodded, before pulling myself out of bed. He gave me a sly grin, eyes looking at me up and down. "Nice dress". I suddenly realized that I was only wearing a T-shirt. I averted my eyes away, as a mortifying flush took over my features. I know I must have looked funny. The T-shirt had literally consumed me. It was so gigantic. It looks more like an oversized dress than a T-shirt. I quickly scurried after him, careful to keep an arm's distance between us. "What is your name
Trapped 5
As soon as the door opened, my eyes fell upon Ivan who was sitting in the expensive leather chair behind a lavish russet table immersed in his laptop typing something vigorously. Ivan doesn't acknowledge my existence and continues typing away on his laptop. I stay rooted at my pace waiting for him to acknowledge me, but I'm met with only stillness. "You called me?" I finally said as the silence became unbearable.He finally removes his gaze from the screen and looks up at me. "Come here," Hesitantly, I made my way around the table and over to him and stopped next to him, leaving space between us. "Sit". I looked at the armchair beside him before I could make my way there. He stopped me. "Not there here" he nonchalantly says as he pats his lap. My mouth flaps open like a fish. He can't be serious. I wanted to oppose, to say something, but
Trapped 6
I slowly crept towards the front door, trying to keep a light footstep. Several things can go out of order. My mind goes through endless possibilities that could happen if I get caught. I hold back a shudder even thinking about it. I have to be very careful if I don't want to get caught. Slowly, I unfastened the wooden door, trying my best not to make any sound. I was about to open the door when a hand clasped onto my shoulder, making me tense. Swirling around, I came eye to eye with Dean, who was gazing at me with a full grin. I started to panic internally but did my best to keep my face still. "What are you doing?" He asked, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "I-I" Clearing my throat, I gave him a hesitant answer. "I wanted to get some water." I'm swift to explain myself. "Water and here," I forgot to mention, I'm terrible when it comes to lying. "I just forgot the direction of the kitchen" he laughs at my words. "I wonder wha
Trapped 7
Ivan was not in the room when I woke up. His side of the bed was cold and vacant, implying that it had been a long time since he was off. And I was extremely grateful for that. My body ached all over, especially between my legs. I could still feel the sticky white of the residuum between my legs. I never imagined this would happen to me. He's a vicious animal. A sobs wreck through me, I muffle the sobs by clasping my hand over my mouth. After crying for what seemed like forever, I dragged my body out of bed but immediately winced when a sharp burning pain erupted from between my thighs from yesterday's assault. Ignoring the pain, I walked into the bathroom. I gaze at myself in the mirror. My face looked an absolute mess. There were streaks of dried-up tears in my cheeks. Under-eye bags and my hair was sticking out in different directions. I got inside the shower, wanting to wash away all his touches. After taking a long shower, I change
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