Forget me not [Yandere Family x Reader]

Chapter 35 - Run fast

With a sudden surge of adrenaline, she leaped up from her bed as if propelled by urgency itself.

"How?" she exclaimed, the urgency palpable in her voice, her eyes wide with concern.

"Do you know where she is?" I asked, mirroring her intensity, my heart pounding with anticipation.

"Yeah... in the dungeon," she replied in a hushed tone, her words laden with gravity.

"Take me there," I demanded, my voice firm and resolute. Without a moment's hesitation, she sprang into action, swiftly slipping on her shoes and leading the way with such speed that her movements blurred in my vision.

"Walk and talk," she instructed, leading the way as we moved deeper into the building, her footsteps echoing in the corridor.

"There's a man here who looks familiar, I think he's one of their business partners," I whispered, trailing behind her as she approached a door.

"Zen?" she interjected, her tone suggesting a familiarity that caught me off guard.

"He knows they're lying about their father being retired, and I think he knows that I'm being forced to be here," I confided, my voice lowered as we entered a narrow hallway cloaked in darkness.

"Holy... I didn't think he had the nerve for that," she murmured in response.

"Yeah, but here's the kicker: whatever he said made Steffen's face go ghost white," I revealed, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

"Really?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening with surprise.

"Yeah, and now it's an emergency meeting," I added, but our conversation was interrupted as she swung open the door to the dungeon, unleashing a wave of putrid odor that assaulted my senses.

God, it was like the stench of melted, rotting flesh.

She quickly handed me a towel to wrap around my face as we ventured inside.

After finally locating Victoria's cell, we were relieved to find her unharmed.

"Oh, thank goodness you're okay," Rosey exclaimed, her voice filled with relief.

"Yeah, I thought I was a goner. The youngest mentioned something about being able to hold it over my head, or whatever that means," Victoria explained, her tone tinged with apprehension.

A wave of nausea washed over me at the implication.

"Let's get out of here," Rosey urged, her determination palpable.

"How?" Victoria questioned, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

I swiftly retrieved a hairpin and skillfully picked the lock.

"Couldn't you have done that to your own room?" Victoria inquired as the door swung open.

"If I could've, I would've," I muttered under my breath.

As soon as the door creaked open, I seized Victoria's arm and pulled her out of the cell.

"Remember when you said even if you could escape, they would always find you?" I reminded her. "Well, today, you're about to take a gamble with your life."

"How?" Victoria's voice trembled with uncertainty.

"You're going to make a run for it. Steal the chauffeur's car if you have to. You've been here longer than I have, so you must know the layout. No matter how many police cars, no matter what, don't stop until you're out of this town. And when you're out, call this number," I instructed, my tone grave as I scribbled a number on her wrist. I motioned for Rosey to accompany her and ensure she made it out safely.

After ensuring Victoria's departure, I returned to my room and surveyed the surroundings.

"I think I'll stay until dinner," I mused aloud.

Hours later, as I paced anxiously, the chef and Rosey entered the room.

"She left," Rosey whispered into my ear, her embrace offering a rare moment of comfort.

The chef's eyes shone with hope as he awaited my reaction.

"What's happening downstairs?" I inquired, my fingers poised over my phone.

"The brothers freaked out when they heard she was gone, but then they said they had bigger issues to worry about," Rosey explained.

"Good," I muttered, pulling out my phone with a sense of purpose.

ME

Be prepared for a phone call from a girl named Victoria

Unknown

I will

I let out a sigh and collapsed onto my bed.

"For dinner, we have something really special prepared, along with your wine," the chef informed me.

"Thanks," I replied.

"Jack," he added.

"Thanks, Jack," I acknowledged gratefully.