Lindsey The grainy, almost out of focus picture on the cover of the tabloid was unmistakably Reece. He looks terrible. His eyes have dark circles under them and his mouth is set in a defeated scowl. He looks like he hasn’t shaved in days, but he still has his trademark pristine three piece suit on. James and Max are flanking him, both looking equally tired. James has the purpling of a bruise on the upper portion of his cheek close to his ear. That must be from the night of the attack. My chest clenches at the thought of him being hurt so they could get to us. I jolt a little, thinking of the night of the attack. I start frantically searching for the date on the tabloid. It actually takes me a minute to sort through all of the text on the front cover. Apparently celebrities have been busy in the last few days. Finally in the bottom corner, I see it. The date is five days after the night of the attack. So we’ve been here at least that long. I slide that one to the side to
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Lindsey “Well that was a sh*tshow!” Dominiques exclaims. “And may I say I’m very impressed with your dramatic storm out.” “I’m not in the mood for your jokes today, Dominique. These people have put my family and friends in danger and have taken us. Save your insecure prattling for someone else.” I put as much venom in my words as possible. Her eyes bug out of her head, and then I see her whole mood change as she storms over to me, her full Diva showing. “I was just trying to lighten the mood, you don’t have to be such a b*tch!” She almost snarls getting as close to my face as she can without touching our noses together. “Of course you were, because you don’t take anything seriously. Is that why you’re thrown around from guy to guy?” I’m so over all of this right now, I’m taking it out on her. But, I want an angry reaction from her, and need her to lash out. “What the f*ck!?! You really are a spoiled b*tch aren’t you? Stop acting like you’re better than everyone else.” “
Reece It’s been a week and nothing. Not a single damn thing. I would have expected a ransom request at least if she was being held somewhere. I am losing hope day by day that she is still alive, and yet I can feel it in my soul that she is still alive. Her stubbornness is radiating through the universe and letting me know not to give up. The thought makes me smile for a brief moment. I hope she is giving hell to whoever decided it was a good idea to take her. Max has interviewed everyone that was here the day she was taken. We’ve reviewed all the cameras and even tried to get into Lindsey’s computer, but the cords were missing from the back, which delayed us. It looks like someone was trying to take her computer and was interrupted. Whoever took her used all the blind spots in our security system. We only know that whoever took her used James’ vehicle. James keeps mentioning something about a secret closet, but when we ask for more details, he gets confused and can’t remembe
ReeseIt’s been almost a week since I talked to Max about setting up a video chat with Lindsey and this mystery kidnapper. I’m not sure what is taking so long, but clearly setting this thing up is more work than I thought. Or maybe I’m just antsy to see Lindsey. I pester Max daily about it and the only answer I get is ‘nothing yet.’ What does that even mean? I know my mood swings are getting to my team too, but I can’t seem to get control of myself. If things aren’t done to perfection I have taken to snapping at people. I only talk to Max, Brandon, Angie and Anton. I find I get easily agitated trying to hold meaningless conversations with anyone else. Like I’m just boiling under the surface ready to explode.I have never felt this out of control in my life. I have always known what I wanted and gone for it. If people got in my way, I found a way to make them comply and be helpful or remove them. The only exception was my grandfather and now I know that has been one of the bi
60LindseyBeep…beep…beep“We need her alive! What is taking so long?” A gruff voice bellowed somewhere not too far from me.Beep…beep…beep“She’s very malnourished, we know that for sure. We are still running tests. I’ll need at least two more days. She’s unconscious while her body heals, we can’t force her to wake up. If she was so important, you should have taken better care of her.” A woman’s voice called out hastily. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do if you want her awake sooner rather than later.”Beep…beep…beepWhat are they talking about? Who needs to be alive? I can hear people, but I can’t see anything and I feel really heavy. I can’t seem to move anything, my lips, eyes, my arms and legs. My breathing starts to pick up. I can feel the air go in and out of my lungs, but I can’t control it. I feel like my body is stuck in the sand, like when someone hurts you at the beach and you are fighting to get out. You know you should be able to move and break free, but the w
Leah The f*uck?! Is all I can think. What came out of my mouth in a breathless whisper was.”What did you just say?” There was a deep, heavy silence in the room. The tension was so thick I could feel it pressing down on me. My eyes grew wide and my mouth was as dry as a desert as I just stared at her. “I’m so sorry, did you not know?” The doctor asks, her hand on her chest, looking between Dominique and I. She looks like she is really concerned about me. But she is on Benedict’s payroll, she can’t really be trusted, can she? “I don’t know what you’re talking about. How long have I been here? What do you mean you’re trapped too?” My heartrate is starting to rise again and it is sending the monitors I'm hooked up to into a frenzy. Dominique reaches for my hand. “You have been here for days, babe, days! Do you know how boring it is to be all by yourself with no one to distract you? No one would tell me what was going on either. I wasn’t sure if you were going to wake up again,
Lindsey “What are you going to say to Benedict? We need to have the same or at least a similar story as to why I am here. I still have to figure out what he wants exactly. I don’t believe he would put this much effort into taking over a company. From what I have heard he’s more likely to kill the person in his way and replace them with his own people. What’s he playing at?” “With your current condition and the test I have run, I can easily claim you are diabetic. Similar signs and symptoms and necessities to control it as your pregnancy. Like food and vitamin regulation, also lowering your stress levels.” “Okay, I guess that works. I don;t know anything about the condition though.” “That will work in our favor. I can keep regular, daily checks on you, which is what I would do with an actual newly diagnosed patient here.” “What about me?” Dominique almost whines. “Is he going to try and keep us separate? I’m pretty sure she is the only reason I am still alive right now