Chapter 3

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Author's Notes:

The setting of this place has changed. She's not in a 15 story apartment, but she's in a huge mansion. Check out the last paragraph of chapter 2 for more description! Sorry!

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*ICE'S P.O.V*

I was still sitting on the ground thinking about what I should do. I was intently staring at the door. Maybe I should try going outside? Maybe I can escape? I got up from the ground and quietly made my way over to the door. I turned the door knob as silent as I can. I poked my head out the door, seeing white marble stairs that lead to the bottom of this building. I slid my body out the door, quietly closing the door behind me. 

The place amazed me. There was a big chandler hanging from the ceiling, seeing several more rooms on the second floor. I walked down the stairs, my converse tapping onto the glossed surface. My eyes wandered around the building. Man, it's huge. I arrived to the bottom of the stairs, seeing a big doubled-door. This must be the entrance. I ran over to the door without thinking, yanking the handle to open. The door opened. Am I free?

I ran out of the building, running down the steps of the entrance. It was already night time. I looked back while running, seeing a huge mansion behind me. Oh my God. This guy must be really rich. I kept running for the front gate which was few yards away. I looked backed again, just to make sure no one was there. No one was following. 

I'm going to live. I'm going to be free! I pushed the gate to make it open, but it didn't even budge. I hesitated and shook the gate. Why isn't it opening? It was a huge gate, maybe there's a switch that can make it open? I went to over to the brick wall, my hands panicking to find any type of device, trying to see if I could find anything that I can push. There was absolutely nothing. I pounded the side of my fist on the brick wall in frustration. I need to get out. Well, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't see me in this dark.

Thank God, I found another small gate that was about 6 feet tall... Maybe that one was for vehicles and this one is for people? I tried to open the gate. I unlocked the lock. It unlocked.  I couldn't believe that I would leave this place. I could run to the nearest city and find a police station. I'm sure they will take care of this. I pushed gate to open. It didn't move again. What is it now? 

"Nice try." A low toned voice spoke in my ear.

My head snapped back, seeing Harry standing there, his hand over my head, pulling the gate inwards so I wouldn't be able get out.

Shit. I thought I could've made it. 

I just stared at him. He grabbed my wrist, yanking me away from the gate. He pulled me, forcing me to walk with him. I tried resisting, "Let me go! Just let me live! You won't ever get to see me again and I will never see you again! Simple as that!" I yelled. I tried to throw off his hand from the grip, but he was strong. He was way too strong.

He looked at me with anger building up in his eyes, "Listen to me if you don't want anything bad to happen to you." He said through his teeth.

"You're going to kill me anyway if I still listen to you!" I yelled in his face. 

"You're a serial killer! That's what they do!" I yelled again, my hand was on his chest, trying to push him away.

He pulled me over his shoulder, making me shriek in fear. I pounded my fists on his back, "Let me down! I can walk by myself!" I kicked my legs in the air. He still didn't let me down, bringing me back into the mansion of his.

"I was going to trust you, but you already made your first attempt of escaping." He said bringing me into a different room.

This room was more decorated with another king-sized bed, a big window, a dresser with a mirror, a walk-in closet, a restroom, a desk with a laptop with some picture frames, and a lamp on the side of the bed that made the room a sepia tone. There was also a small door in the corner of the room. I wonder what that is... He threw me on the bed, making me bounce.

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