Trapped

Chapter one

Tori P.O.V

The machines were humming silently.My hands were twitching again.It meant I was awake.The drip effect had worn out.My eyes opened and I felt weak.I looked around me;I was still in the room Zayn kept me in.I smiled weakly, "The rich also cry", I thought. I had to get out of this room.
I am Victoria Jordan; popularly known as Tori. I was a model for Chanel. I was popular and rich. My father owned Temple's Corporation; one of the best multipurpose companies in Ireland and my mother owned the largest designer stores in Ireland. We were very humble although we were all multibillionaires. We also had orphanage homes and a very large hospital too. When I was ten, Dad and Mum brought Zayn home. He was four years older than me. "This would be your older brother from now on, Tori", Dad said to me was excited and hugged Zayn. I had never a sibling before as I was the only child. Mom was happy that I accepted Zayn warmly. Zayn smiled as I hugged him and he patted my back. We went everywhere together and attended the same school although he was my senior. He was always there for me and I was proud that I got him. Everything was fine until I was twenty years old. Dad and Mum went to an evening party and had a car crash on their way back; no one survived. On their funeral, I cried bitterly and held on to Zayn who hugged me tightly. "It's gonna be okay, tori", he said. After the funeral and all, i moved back to Ireland from the United States that I'd been and quitted modeling. I and Zayn had companies to take over. I wasn't actually interested in taking over a company cause I believed I was young and should not waste time doing boring jobs. I had shares which Zayn knew nothing about. Zayn called me months later telling to come over to his place,I agreed and left for his house. I went to his house and we had conversations. I didn't suspect a thing.He passed a glass of my favorite drink and I drank it. That was all I remembered before I fell asleep.When i woke up, I found myself in a white room with machines and drips passed into my hand;no one was in the room but my eyes started to close and that was it.
I was asleep but my mind was conscious of what was happening It was like I was trapped inside a huge glass tube.I could only think and could not speak. I couldn't eat and open my eyes.I've been that way for four years now.I was twenty four year old and I had no hope of leaving here.My first year;I promised to reward anyone who got me out of here anything he or she wants.My second year;I promised to kill everyone if I escaped. And my third year;I promised to kill myself.The pain I was going through was too much for me to handle.Heaven knows that I loved Zayn as my blood.Who would have thought he planned this all along.He actually wanted everything to himself.He pretended to care for me after Mum and Dad passed away. He used us and that hurts.
No matter how long it would take.I would fight for myself and put Zayn and his minions where they belong. They belong in hell.I need to find someone who'd help me out.
"Be patient Tori and watch out Zayn.
I'm coming for you and you'd pay for everything you did".
I said to myself confident.