Page 11 of Concealed Deception

As my arm recoils, it shifts the sheet further down the bed, and as it slides down my torso, I take in the outfit that I’m wearing, yet doesn’t belong to me.

“What the fuck?”I whisper to the room.

Terror courses through me knowing someone has changed me out of my own clothes.

Another vision surfaces.A vision so horrifying both hands react at the same time.One hand raises to my neck while the other slaps across my lips, stopping the bile from escaping my mouth.

I was drugged.

The tears fall freely at the thoughts of what could happen to me.

Oh my god, I better not be in his room!

As fast as my jelly legs will let me, I jump out of bed and beeline to the door, only to find it’s locked.

I start pounding the door with my fists, while yelling for help, hoping someone will hear me.I may have thrown a few insults out as well, toward the man I loathe, hoping he’s listening.

Despite my fears, it’s the way I saw through his hardened stare that causes this opposite reaction.

When I finally run out of strength, I vacantly search the room, hoping something new will stand out.The room’s practically bare, save for the furniture in it.My curiosity gets the better of me, hoping I can find something to get me out of here, but all I find are clothes.Clothes that are all my size.“That’s creepy,” I say to myself, as a shiver wracks my spine.

I continue ruffling through drawers, finding more items of clothing, but that’s all.When I stop and take another look around the room, I spy not one but two more doors that are hidden around the corner of the room.

I walk over to door number one and turn the handle.To my surprise, it opens, but my excitement is short lived when it opens to a bathroom.I take this time to relieve myself, thanking the heavens I don’t have to hold on any longer, or worse.

Slamming the door closed behind me once finished, I walk over to the last door that holds the only hope I have of getting myself out of here.Instead, a sensor light flickers on, revealing the most stunning closet I’ve ever seen.In awe of these beautiful garments, I’m blindsided by the lock on the door clicking and a feminine voice fluttering through the bedroom.

“Miss Pierce, I’m not here to hurt you.I’m Camille.I’ve come to check on you.”A tall, older woman says standing in the door frame.Her light brown doe-eyes watch me with interest as she brushes a strand of her chestnut hair from her brow.

“Where am I and how can I trust you?”I stay in the closet, covering myself with material.

“All you need to know is that you’re safe.Although, the man outside your door has been known to send shivers up spines for no more than a raised eyebrow.”

My balance falters at her admission.So, my room has a guard on the other side who heard my pleas for help.Great.

“Listen, Ava, you need to eat, so I’ve brought you some toast and—”

“How do you know my name?”

“I know a lot about you.Listen, I need to get going before Mr.Lamont becomes suspicious.You’re going to be alright, love.”She comes closer, as if to hug me, but turns her head close to my ear and whispers, “You’ll be good for him.”

“What are you talking—”

“Times up, Camille.Get out.”

The man she spoke of earlier opens the door slightly and warns Camille.His face looks familiar and I try to place… “You!I know you.Let me out of here.”I run to the door just as Camille is pulled through and it slams closed in my face, with the click of the lock taunting me.

“Let me the fuck out of here!Let.Me.Out!”I scream.I continue pounding on the door until I have no energy left.

I fall to the ground with my back leaned against the door, continuously knocking my head against the hard wood.Tears stream over my cheeks, landing on my chest, as exertion from my frustration takes over and my mind starts giving up on my own battle.I fight to hold my eyes open, but my lids close, sending me into another deep slumber.

I wake with a start, legs outstretched on the pristine carpet and my back slumped against the door.

Every moment that I remember before coming here plays on my mind.How I was duped into meeting a man.A man supposedly named Rowan, when in fact, it was the dark, mysterious man and his unnerving friend from Envy.Now look where I am.Held hostage in a bedroom and I have no idea why.

Mr.Lamont sure knows how to make his kidnap victims comfortable.

Thinking about the alternative scares me out of my mind.I’m in a stranger’s house, with no idea of my location and no way of leaving.Anything could happen to me, but it hasn’t.That must count for something, right?

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