The Sinner

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After the bumpy and quiet ride to the middle of fucking no where, we finally pull down a road.

We stop at what looks like a check in point, a beautiful but scary looking german shepherd was walked around the car on a leash. Each men that walked around the car gripped their gun tight, their eyes on Kiara and I like we were food.

Where the fuck am I?

"Alright let them in," One of them suddenly says.

Kiara and I make eye contact, but we both had the same thought: we needed to the the fuck out of here.

They lift the wooden gate up, and the truck engine starts again. We drive further down the road, my head whipping around to try to take in the surroundings. But it was all land, we were far away from the coast now and no where near our friends.

The truck comes to a stop, and Kiara and I are both ripped out of the truck instantly. I let out a hiss as I'm slammed into the gate as they try to quickly bring us toward the large, unwelcoming house. More guards appear suddenly, each watching Kiara and I like a hawk as we get pushed toward the porch that wrapped around the white house.

The two of us are forced to stand in front of the old double doors, immediately met by a maid. She had a stone cold look on her face, almost as if she wasn't happy to see us. Kiara and I again, exchange glances as we're forced inside. The door slams shut behind us, and the maid motions for us to follow her through the large house.

Everything was styled like it was from the mid 1900's. Wooden banisters, stained colorful glass, old grandfather clocks. It was odd, and eerie too. Nothing about this seemed familiar, I wouldn't expect it too. But I'm sure it has to do with something the Pogues did at some point. Meaning the Cameron's were involved, which further means my family was involved.

But what could this possibly be?

As I get further into the house, I notice there were some sort of artifacts that were littered everywhere. Behind glass cases, on shelves, it was like a museum in here.

"Take them upstairs, to the Orinoco Room," The maid instructs another guard.

"This way," He says and takes ahold of mine and Kiara's arm. He shoved us harshly up the stairs, and gives us one last push into the room.

It was a bedroom, with green walls and art that hung on every open spot there was. Kiara flips around, snapping something at the guard as my eyes scan the spacious room.

"Dinner is at eight," The man says, "Clean up. You both stink."

The door slams as a scoff leaves my mouth. I walk over to the large window and peer down. It was a perfect view of the porch, another german shepherd was being walked around on a leash, with ten more guards around.

I let out a sigh, "We're never getting out of here."

"Don't say that," Kiara says, joining me at the window pane. "Don't. Because if you keep saying it, it's going to become true."

It had to be her. I could've been stuck with anyone else in the friend group. But it really had to be her.

She walks over to the wardrobe, and opens both doors. There was a selection of dresses, some in red and more in royal blue. There was one sticky note across the biggest size for the red dress, and the smallest size for the blue.

pick a size, it read.

I roll my eyes, "What is this, a fashion show?" Where the fuck are we?

"He wants us to wear this to dinner I guess," Kiara says, pulling out her size. "Are you showering first or am I?"

"Me," I say and take the first opportunity. I haven't had a shower in, I can't even tell you how long. "I'll be somewhat quick."