Chapter Eight
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Selena knew screaming would not be in her best interest if she had been kidnapped. That would only serve to inform her kidnapper she was awake. She had to get a good view of her current location, noting the possible escape routes if any. The first step to achieving that was getting some form of lighting and that became her number one priority. The more she searched, the more frustrated she got. There was no light switch anywhere. Her tears had run dry at this point because she had more pressing issues to deal with.
"What if I've been kidnapped by the same people who killed Alex?"
Selena’s blood felt like it was boiling within her veins. She wanted to lash out and fight whoever hurt Alex, but fear was slipping into every available cell space in her body, numbing and paralyzing her in the process.
"Focus, Selena. If whoever kidnapped you isn't here yet, it means there's still time to plan an escape. Besides, if this is a bedroom, there should be bedside lamps."
Selena quickly retraced her steps back to the bed she woke up on. After bumping into the stand a couple of times, she finally made her way to the part she believed was the headboard. She felt around it but found nothing. No lamps, no switches. There was nothing to provide any form of light in the room.
Suddenly, things changed. Selena was no longer in a dark bedroom but found herself in a dimly lit bedroom that looked like something from a movie shot in the 1870s. It had plain pillars and black satin drapes which were blown about by the wind. She was still in a state of confusion when he showed up.
"My Selena."
His voice was deep and scary. It sent instant chills down Selena's spine. What made her blood run cold was the unnatural speed with which he approached her. She didn't see him come into the room through a door or window. It felt like he was instantly in front of her.
The only expression of how startled and afraid she was, was the guttural scream of terror that escaped her lips.
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