When Felix finally awoke, he did so slowly, his vision blurry and his head heavy. Even as he was still half unconscious, he realized that he recognized the environment that he was in. It was all strangely familiar but yet, unsettlingly transformed. He was in a room in the Callahan mansion and judging from the size and layout of the room, he was in his old bedroom. The decor of the room had changed drastically since the last time he had been in the room. All of the posters of superheroes and bands had been taken down and replaced with modern art pieces. The color of the walls had been changed from a baby blue color to a dark gray one. His bedside table which had been formerly crowded with action figures and school books now spotted manila folders, stationery and a small potted cacti.The more Felix observed the room, the more it looked to him like someone had been staying there for a while. The hardwood floors had a few scuff marks on them at the points where the room’s furniture was.
The first time Cassie had woken up as a captive, she had thought that that would be the most pain she would ever be in. She remembered how much her head hurt and how she had ached all over. Waking up again, she found that she felt a thousand times worse. She owed the shitty feeling in her entire body to Robert fucking Smith. After she had been caught trying to escape, he dragged her by her hair to the very room that she had escaped from. She had tried to struggle against him but her muscles ached from running around the house and anytime she made any form of movement against him, Robert would pause along the hallway to deliver a series of kicks to her midriff.When they had finally got to the room, he had exerted the second phase of his revenge by reopening the cuts that had been made on her arm earlier that week and adding a couple of new ones with the help of his switchblade. He followed it by wrapping his gangly fingers around her neck and choking her, letting his nails dig into he
"Good morning. I’m Dorothea Sinclair and welcome to today’s session of Under the Spotlight. I am sure that some of you are wondering where I am today and why this background looks different. That’s because, for this interview, I left the studio to conduct this interview in the home of our guest who is no stranger to the spotlight.” Dorothea announced. “Some of you might know her from September last year when she and her best friend, Isabel Gomez, were held hostage by two gunmen who kidnapped them from the club they both worked in. Some of you might also know her from her interview with me on this very show in March where we talked about her revolutionary app, Care Compass which was, and still is, making waves in the medical field. However, some of you might know her from everything that went down two months ago when she was kidnapped from a supermarket and held hostage for a week. Join me to welcome, the very beautiful and very intelligent, Cassie Peters.” She said and signaled to th
For the fourth time that week, Felix Callahan sat in a meeting room bored to death by everything that was going on around him. Cool air blasted from the air conditioning system. People of all ages sat along the long oak table with laptops, papers and Styrofoam cups of coffee or porcelain cups of tea in front of them as they tried to come to an agreement on an investment deal. The office overlooked the busy city street and although they were high up on the top most floor, Felix could have sworn that if he squinted hard enough, he could just make out cars and people going about their activities. In that moment, he wished that he were just a normal man without the responsibilities of an entire company on his shoulders.One of the major problems of inheriting a successful tech company from his grandfather, Tobias Jackson, was that he was expected to keep the company successful. Under no circumstance would he be allowed to let their monthly profits showcase anything lower than six figures.
Sighing, Felix peeled off his navy suit jacket and tossed it on the couch. He didn’t bother about picking it up. That was the maid’s job not his. He took in all the details of his apartment. The walls dividing his apartment from the outside world were made out of glass, letting him see the world around him but preventing anyone outside from knowing what was going on inside his apartment. Most of the furniture in the living room were in various shades of gray, from the plush leather couches to the throw pillows on top of them. Even the coffee table in the middle of the room was a shade of gray so dark, it almost appeared to be black. The room was devoid of personal pictures. Instead, the only things framed were artworks that he had purchased and had been gifted over the years. A huge flat screen television was mounted on one of the opaque wooden walls. Briefly, he considered watching a quick movie or checking whether the game was on but he knew himself and knew that he won’t have just
Cassie stared at herself in the smudged mirror. Tired blue eyes stared back at her. The eyeliner and mascara that she had failed to wipe off from the previous night had smeared into a messy blob, making her eye bags appear more gruesome than they actually were. The appearance of her collarbones and cheekbones were heightened by the lack of a proper diet. That and her dainty wrists served as stark evidence of how little and infrequently she ate. Her brown hair hung limply over her shoulder, the tips riddled with split ends. She was in desperate need of a proper salon treatment but that was something she couldn’t afford. The only form of hair treatment she could afford were dollar store hair dye and two-in-one shampoo and conditioner. She was still dressed in yesterday’s clothes – a white sleeveless button down shirt with sparkly skin tight pants. Considering the weather, it wasn’t exactly her first choice in fashion but it was the waitress uniform at one of her three jobs - Club Indigo
The assailants didn’t stop shooting and the patrons didn’t stop screaming. People were trampling over themselves in a fiercely determined effort to get out of Club Indigo. Cassie was sure that she saw the club’s most recent dancer, a redhead whose name she never caught, dive out of the window the second the gunshots started. The club’s music had since come to an abrupt end when the DJ had taken a shot to the head. He lay slumped over his spin table, his sticky blood slowly dripping from the gaping hole in his head to mix with the confetti to form a messy pool on the floor.Ever curious, Isabel strained to see what was going on to try to deduce the cause of the commotion. From her hiding spot behind a black leather couch, Cassie yanked her friend back down to a crouching position.“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” Cassie hissed amid the chaos. “Are you trying to get yourself killed? Do you not value your life?!”“Hey.” Isabel started as she tried to avoid the broken glass and
Still sobbing, Isabel squirmed under her friend’s grasp. “No. Don’t say that. There’s no certainty that we’re going to get out of this alive. You should have just let them take me. Why did you have to offer yourself off like some sort of sacrifice? I have nothing to lose. I have no family. No one is going to miss me. If these guys kill me, you know that Big Daddy is just going to get another person to dance in my spot at Club Indigo. He’s not even going to waste any time.” She managed to say between sobs. “But if you die, what’s going to happen to the twins? Who is going to take care of them? Did you even think of that?”Cassie’s breath caught in her throat as she held the crying body of her friend even tighter. “Of course I did. And don’t say that Isabel. If anything were to ever happen to you, I’ll miss you terribly.” Then she brought her voice down to a whisper. “We just have to find a way to get out of here.”Isabel stopped crying but she continued to shake. “How? We can’t just rol