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Chapter 17 - Kidnapped
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2026-04-05 07:18:42She looks at the driver. His eyes are on the rearview mirror. Watching. Waiting.
"Who are you?" she whispers.
He does not answer.
The world goes black.
She wakes to darkness.
Her head pounds. Her mouth is dry. Her wrists hurt. She tries to move. She cannot. Her hands are tied behind her back. Her ankles are bound to the legs of a chair.
Panic rises in her chest. She forces herself to breathe. In. Out. In. Out.
"Mark?" she whispers.
A groan. Somewhere to her left.
"Mark!"
"I'm here." His voice is thick. Groggy. "Where are we? What happened?"
"I do not know."
She strains her eyes, trying to see. The room is empty. No windows. No furniture except the chairs they are tied to.
The walls are concrete. The floor is cold. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting weak yellow light.
Her purse is gone. Her phone is gone. The drive…..the recording…..is gone.
Her blood runs cold.
"Mark, listen to me." Her voice is steady. She forces it to be steady. "We need to get out of here. We need to find a way to untie these ropes."
He shifts in his chair. The wood creaks. "I'm trying. They're too tight."
Chloe looks around. There has to be something. A sharp edge. A loose nail. Anything.
The door opens.
She freezes.
A man walks in. Tall. Broad. Dark suit. His face is blank, emotionless. He carries a phone in his hand. He holds it up.
The screen glows.
A young lady's face appears.
"Miss Hughes," she says. Her voice is smooth. Calm. "I am so glad you could join us."
Chloe's heart pounds. Her hands shake.
"Let us go," she says. "We have nothing to do with this."
She laughs. "On the contrary. You have everything to do with this. You have something that belongs to me."
Chloe's blood runs cold. The drive. She knows about the drive. She's probably working for Sebastian.
“Who are you?
"I do not know what you are talking about."
"Liar." Her voice is still calm. Still smooth. But there is something underneath. Something dangerous.
"My men searched you. They found the drive. They found everything." She pauses.
"You should not have gone to see Doctor Weiller. You should not have meddled in things you do not understand."
Chloe's chest heaves. "I understand perfectly. You killed my father. You murderers."
The lady's smile does not falter. "Your father was a fool. He took what was not his.”
"He took nothing! My mother chose him. That is not theft."
Her face hardens. The smile disappears - she's quite confused. That wasn't what Sebastian told her, she thought for a second.
Vivian is smart, in order not to look confused and stupid, she quickly added……
"Your mother," she says slowly, "will pay for her choice. As will you. As will your sister." She leans closer to the camera.
Her eyes drifted to Mark, who gazed.Clueless.
Innocent.
“And you, you're rotting with her”, her face broad on the screen. As if she wants to pop out of it. “Next time you'd learn to mind your business”
Mark shook his head, his eyes widened with tear. He wanted to say something, to beg the young lady not to hurt him.
But he felt his mouth was being shut by a force kept he couldn't describe.
Her eyes are cold. Empty. "The recording is mine now. The evidence is gone. You have nothing."
Chloe's eyes burn. She blinks back tears. She will not cry in front of them.
"You will not get away with this," she says.
"I already have."
The screen goes dark. The man lowers the phone. He turns to leave.
"Wait," Chloe says. "Where are you taking us?"
“One more word from you, and you won't have a mouth to talk again.” He walks out. The door closes.
The lock clicks.
Chloe sits in the darkness, her hands bound, her heart breaking.
She thinks about Olivia. About her mother. About the life they were supposed to have.
She thinks about the drive. The evidence. Everything she worked for.
Gone.
She looks at Mark. His head is bowed. His shoulders are shaking.
"I am sorry," she whispers. "I am so sorry. I got you into this."
He looks up. His eyes are red. But he smiles. A small, sad smile.
"You did not get me into anything. I chose to help you. I would choose it again."
Chloe's tears fall. She does not s
top them.
They sit in the darkness, waiting, hoping, praying for someone to find them.
But no one knows where they are.
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