Attempted Escape, Got Caught.

The car zoomed down the quiet streets, the only sound being the hum of the engine. Alexander sat in silence, his mind racing with possibilities.

He looked out of the window, watching as the buildings and streets passed by in a blur.

As they approached Queens Street, Alexander instructed the guard "Drive slowly,".as they entered the street. He leaned forward, looking out of the window and scanning each house on the street.

The guard who had handed him the documents and photos earlier also looked out of the window. Alexander's eyes fell on the photo of Harley Smith's house, and he studied it for a few moments before looking back at the houses on the street. He was trying to find a match, to see if any of the houses looked similar to the one in the photo. As they drove further down the street.

Finally, they arrived at the house that matched the one in the photo. Alexander Sterling's eyes scrutinized the photo in his hand, then the house before him. It was identical. "This is it," he muttered to himself before opening the car door and stepping out. The guard switched off the car engine and followed him, while the other two guards parked their car behind and ran towards Alexander.

"Sir, is this the house?" one of the guards asked.

Alexander nodded. "Yes, this is it. I want the three of you to move quietly and station yourselves at each side of the house. If a lady runs out from any angle, make sure you catch her," he instructed.

The guards nodded and swiftly moved into position, their eyes scanning their surroundings as they moved and stationed themselves around the house.

Alexander took a deep breath and approached the front door of the house. He knocked three times as he waited for a response. After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing a lady, The Fake Harley Smith.

At the sight of Alexander Sterling standing before her, she froze in disbelief for some seconds before abruptly slamming the door shut in his face.

Panic seized Harley Smith as she sprinted through the sitting room, kitchen, and storage area of her home, her heart pounding with fear. Bursting through the back door, she stumbled into the cool morning air and was immediately tackled by one of Alexander Sterling's guards.

"I've got her!" the guard bellowed triumphantly, his grip tightening on her struggling form.

Harley gritted her teeth, wriggling and squirming in a desperate attempt to break free. But the guard held fast, his muscles bulging with the effort of restraining her. As she gasped for breath, Harley's mind raced, trying to come up with a way to escape.

Alexander Sterling strode purposefully to the back door, his eyes scanning the scene before him. The sight of Harley Smith struggling in the grip of one of his guards only served to steel his resolve.

"Drag her inside," he barked, his voice firm and commanding.

Without question, the guard nodded, hauling Harley roughly to her feet and dragging her stumbling and protesting back into the house. Another guard soon joined in, assisting the first with the task of restraining her.

As Alexander entered the house, his eyes flicked around the room, taking in every detail. He wasted no time in issuing his next command.

"Lock all the doors and windows leading outside," he ordered the third guard, his voice brooking no argument. "And open the windows for light."

The guard nodded, moving quickly to do as he was told. With the windows closed, no more breeze began to drift through the rooms, filling the space of the rooms with no breeze. Harley Smith knew that danger had lurked just beyond the walls of her house.

Harley Smith's struggles ceased as she realized the futility of her efforts. With a sinking feeling in her chest, she surveyed her surroundings and noticed that the doors and windows were all locked, leaving her with no means of escape. Defeated, she let out a deep sigh and allowed the guards to drag her unceremoniously to the ground of her living room.

As she lay there, disheveled and defeated, a sense of resignation washed over her. Without a word, she slowly picked herself up and knelt down, bowing her head to the ground in a silent plea for mercy. The room was silent, save for the sound of her ragged breathing and the soft rustling of fabric as she lowered herself to the ground.

Alexander Sterling strode confidently into the sitting room, his eyes fixed on the figure of Harley Smith kneeling before him. A smirk played at the corners of his lips as he took in her posture, noting with satisfaction that she had already learned her place.

Without a word, he made his way to the largest of the chairs in the room, sinking into it with a sense of satisfaction. Crossing one leg over the other, he leaned back and regarded Harley with a cool detachment.

Slowly, Harley raised her head, meeting Alexander's gaze with fierce determination. But before she could speak, his voice cut through the silence.

"Crawl over here," he said, his tone firm and unyielding.

Harley's heart sank at the words. She knew that she had no choice but to obey, and so, with a deep sense of resignation, she began to crawl across the floor toward him. Her movements were slow and deliberate, each inch of progress feeling like a crushing weight upon her soul.

As Harley Smith finally crawled to a stop in front of Alexander Sterling, she lowered her head in submission, waiting for his next command. Her heart was pounding with a mixture of fear and anger, but she knew that she had to keep her emotions in check if she was to survive this ordeal.

Alexander regarded her for a moment, his eyes cold and calculating. With a sudden flick of his wrist, he gestured for her to look up at him.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and menacing.

Trembling, Harley raised her head.