THE UNCOVERED MYSTERY

CHAPTER 2

They were both dressed in black suits and shoes which made them appear almost entirely black except for their light-skinned faces.

As their eyes fixed on mine, fear gripped me as my thoughts were clouded, 'this is it' was all I could utter. Panic set in as I realized I wasn't ready to die.

One of them stood guard, observing silently as the other untied me and swiftly blindfolded me. A chill ran down my spine as I struggled to imagine what they had planned for me.

"Follow me," he urged me as he took the lead, grabbing both my hands.

As the man's grip tightened around me, I realized he possessed incredible physical strength, you can also tell by just the look. To make matters worse, they were also armed with guns, further solidifying their control and leaving me with little hope of escape. Frozen in fear, I knew resisting would be futile. With no other option, I reluctantly surrendered, hoping to flee unharmed."

They made me sit in a car, and I felt two men sitting on both sides, then the car zoomed off. About 10 minutes into the drive, the car screeched to a halt, and I was yanked out onto the pavement.

They flipped off my blindfold and left. It's another room, but this time a clean one, it speaks luxury and smells nice. The last time I saw a room like this was in my father's mansion 12 years ago. The room was exquisitely decorated and charmingly arranged as if in anticipation of a special guest.

But why would they bring me here, where is this place? I searched the room for a wall clock... here you are...11:45 pm. I recall leaving for the beach with my friends at 4:00 pm.

I went straight to the door; they wouldn't be so dumb as to leave it unlocked. Just as I turned and took a step when the door opened.

"Is the tough one looking for a way out?" the man's voice hung in the air as he edged closer, the distance between us shrinking to a single inch.

His face once shrouded in anger as he stormed out of the darkroom, now radiated a calm intensity. I could easily overpower him and escape, 'so I thought,' but I restrained myself, knowing this wasn't the opportune moment, with no idea of what was happening and with no viable escape strategy.

I stepped back, creating distance between us and I inadvertently moved closer to the bed.

"Why are you punishing me? Have I wronged you in any way? I don't know you. Why keep me hostage? And why did you bring me here? Where is this place? You won't even answer any of my questions" I asked helplessly, filled with emotions.

"Hahaha, remember when I said you look so adorable when you are inquisitive? Which of the questions do you want me to answer first? Don't you want to have some rest and at least change to something better, you look..." he paused as he assessed me from my face to my feet and then back to my face. "...well, just freshen up. Everything you need is here and the wardrobe is fully stocked for your convenience, Beautiful. I will give you some privacy now" he finalized and left.

This is strange, why act nice? No, no, he can't be nice, he kidnapped me, he's just scheming. Well, at the moment I need a hot bath.

Using the bathrobe I found in the washroom to wrap myself as I walk straight to the wardrobe. Lots of beautiful clothes, nicely selected. Why would he stock up the wardrobe for me? How long has he planned to keep me here? What's his agenda bringing me here? I must find a route to elude.

I picked up one of the nightwear, a peach thigh-length nightgown that came with a robe, and wore it, placing the robe on the side of the bed. I walked around the room checking it as I admired every bit of structural work made, with superiority.

Just as I drifted off to sleep, the sound of the door opening jolted me awake. I sprang off the bed, my heart racing. 'Oh my', does he want to r**e me?

"Hey beautiful," he uttered with a mischievous smile.

Beautiful?... Why call me that, what's his plan? Though I try hard to fight off those captivating smile that compliments his eyes. It takes only an insane person not to fall for his charm.

Caught his eyes running through my body, it dawned on me that I was on a short nightgown. I quickly grabbed the robe for coverage. Trying to comprehend the situation, I started feeling uncomfortable as I gazed at him attentively.

"Don't be scared, I'm not here to hurt you." He said, as he chuckled, understanding my body language.

Wait, what?

"Yes, I'm not," he said, as if he heard my thoughts.

"So why are you here," I asked in a soft tone, feeling at ease a bit.

"This is my house; I can be wherever I want," he replied with a light smirk.

Oh, this is his house. Why bring me to his house?

"Well, I meant to ask why you brought me here," I uttered.

"Because I want to" he mumbled mischievously.

What does he mean by that?

"I came to bid you goodnight and ensure you have everything you need"

"I don't need anything"

"Hungry?"

"I'm not," I lied - my stomach growling in protest. It was unsettling, this intense hunger. I wasn't usually one to crave food so desperately. Could it be 'cause of the drug they used to knock me off?

"Very well, if you're certain. I'll leave you to rest then."

"Why act nice, yet you..."

"Goodnight beautiful, see you at sunrise," he interrupted me and stormed off.

I couldn't help but notice how adeptly he dodged my question. It's becoming a familiar pattern. And that endearment – 'beautiful' – sent a shiver down my spine. Something is off. It's more like a princess treatment for an abduction.

I was up before the crack of dawn. Working as a clerk at a magazine company had conditioned me to rise with the sun. I loved my job, and I took pride in being punctual. But this morning was different. For the first time ever, I was going to miss work on a Monday. The thought filled me with anxiety knowing my boss would be displeased. And I could only imagine the panic my friends must be experiencing at the moment. My cell phone, bag, and footwear were all still at the beach, leaving them with no way to contact me.

The thought of Jane frantically searching for me filled me with a deep sense of concern and regret as tears started dripping from my eyes. I know my friends must have informed her of my missing. She's more like a mother to me. I need to talk to her and let her know I'm okay - at least for now.

The door creaks open, interrupting my introspection. I glance at the clock again - 7:00 a.m. Lately, my mind has been a jumble of worries. It's hard not to when faced with a dilemma like mine.

A lady entered and I recognized her right away. She was one of the ladies that brought me food when I was in the darkroom.

"Good morning, Meena; how was your night?" She asked politely.

What does she expect me to say, fine?

"Fine" I answered reluctantly.

"Master Dave asks that you prepare for breakfast. I will be back to fetch you in 15 minutes"

'Oh, his name is Dave, of course, he never bothered introducing himself to me. But am I going to have breakfast with him?! My eyes widened at my thoughts as I started feeling uneasy.

"Thanks," I said, trying to keep my cool.

"You need any help?" She inquired, a tone soft with concerns.

"No, I'm good" I responded.

"Alright will be back," she said and left

Why is everyone acting so nice? Dave, just like the lady called him, hasn't hurt or done anything life-threatening to me then what does he want from me? I guess today I'll get to find out.