The Enchanted Ones

Excuse Me?

Winslow

Shit.

My fingers and toes are tingling. I feel ropes around my wrists.

My eyes slowly open, trying to adjust to the light of the room.

Where am I? How'd I get here?

I'm trying not to panic as I look around the unknown place. The person who brought me here didn't tie my legs so after multiple times of trying I finally get up from the floor. My throat is dry and my stomach hurts. My heart is pounding in my ears. There's a mattress next to me, two crusty chairs and more ropes on the floor around them. Old smelly walls, cracks everywhere. My stomach growls. How many hours has it been since I've last eaten?

I take a deep breath and try to remember what happened. I remember getting out of the shower and feeling ill. My body was giving up on me. I had put on some clothes and then collapsed after hearing a manly voice saying I'm unconscious.

Shit.

Oh my God.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Am I actually kidnapped?

God, when I said I wanted to die I didn't mean like this.

Where the heck am I? Who brought me here? Do they want to kill me? Did I do something? I don't get it, is someone even here?

I'm not dying like this. Being kidnapped. That's crazy. I'm not dying at all. I want to see Everett. I'm scared. I'm very scared.

I should just stay calm and look for possible escape solutions.

None.

I try to look for some sign of life.

None.

Shit.

I feel like I can't breathe. I sit back on the mattress and try to take deep breaths to calm me down.

I'm scared. I don't want to die like this. And if I do, I'd never get to say goodbye to the people I love.

Where am I? It sure isn't the hotel, since it seems like I'm in some sort of ramshackle cabin. It's so claustrophobic in here. Am I still at the fire island?

How the hell did I even get here?

I put my knees in front of me and curse whoever has me here tied.

My head whips towards the door being unlocked from the outside. A strong figure comes to sight but it's dark at the spot he's at. It's when he starts coming to me that the daylight hits his face.

Cameron.

Of course.

"How are you?"

I don't answer him. He has the audacity to kidnap me and ask how I am?

"You being stubborn will just make things more difficult." He sighs to himself and kneels to my level. I back up on the mattress and he frowns, before breaking into laughter. "You're scared of me."

"I'm disgusted of you. Kidnapping me? What are you, five?" I spit out.

"You look gorgeous, princess." He comes closer but I back up more until my back hits the wall. Damn it I can't stand up with my hands tied.

"Don't touch me." I'm ready to bite his hand if he comes even an inch closer but instead he gets up, runs a hand through his face and looks down at me again.

"We have to fix you."

"Excuse me?"

"Everett. You think you're in love with him. Well, how about I tell you he wants you dead? He hates you with all his heart and wishes for you to be hurt. Would be a shame not to fulfill his wishes now, can you?" He walks around.