I woke up feeling so scared. My brain was foggy, so I couldn't even remember what happened.
I tried to stand up but I couldn't. My arms were tied to something . My legs too. I realize that I will strap to a bed and there was no way that I could escape.
I screamed for help but no one answered. 'who could do this to me?' I thought. Could it be my ex-husband?
No.
He hasn't found out who I really was.
At least, not yet.
I screamed for help but it felt like it was coming back to me like an echo.
There was no way out and I was all on my own.
I was in a sound proof room.
There was a click on the door knob and a figure stepped inside. The figure was breathing heavily all over my face. It's cold wet hands caressed my face like a priceless jewel. Even though the cloak it wore covered it's face, I could still see the sinister smile on its face. A mission accomplished.
I scoffed.
I immediately assumed that it was Jonathan. I can't believe that he could be so crazy to stoop so low to even try to kidnap me. I should be doing that.
" Let me go Jonathan." I said confidently. But he didn't reply. He just switched on a light bulb. The sudden exposure to light hurt my eyes and I squinted in the light. Still I couldn't see his face. He still wore a mask.
"I know it's you now, let me go." I said.
There was no reply.
I tried to drag the ropes out of my hand. It didn't work. Jonathan pulled out a top drawer on a small table that I never knew was there. He brought out a long syringe and injected it into a yellowish liquid;
" You know too much." He started fondling with the syringe. Droplets of the liquid splashing everywhere. He let out a star ge laugh and looked deeply into my eyes. Like he was searching for something. I gulped.
" Well I am your wife so, yes."
His eyes went back and forth, each studying my body movements:
" Susie, is that really you in there?"
I froze for a while. Scared to answer. How did he know that I was ME. I glared at him. Anger in my eyes. He let out a scary laugh.
" So it really is you. You are still alive..." He looked at my body.
"....In a way." I struggled to release my hand. I wished to slap him so hard. He caused my death. He killed me. Now he is acting so annoying.
" You ruined everything Jonathan. I will never forgive you for that." I said. He smirked.
" I made you who you are. My father did. I want my money and my son back." I ordered.
" James is my son." He shot back.
" You were never there for him. Even in his birthday...." I said.
"I was busy...." He cut me off. But I didn't let him finish.
"Busy sleeping with other women...." I cried.
"Shut up!" He said. He banged the table hard and the sound echoed around. I shook in fear. His temper is always horrible. He raised my chin high, and looked at me. Tears were forcing their selves down my cheeks.
"You can't do anything to me. You are just a mere lady."
"Nothing is possible." I said.He let go of my chin. When he looked away, I tried to loosen myself once more. He rubbed his face with his hands, consequenyly looking at the syringe that he kept on the table. He smiled, picked it up and waved it at me like a fairy wand.
" That is if you ever remember." He said. I thought of what he just said until he tried to inject me with the liquid.
" It's better that you remain dead anyway..." His voice e hoed in my head. I tried to scream for help but the more I screamed, the more tired I became. My head suddenly felt heavy. Jonathan had removed his mask. He was smiling at me. I couldn't see him clearly; but his smirk ached my heart. Finally, I fell into a deep sleep. Hoping that I will wake up and realize that all which has happened,was a dream...