Isabelle

Chapter 3 🖤

Hey everybody, I hope you guys are doing great! Im so excited for this chapter. Even though writing Isabelle is quite challenging, I don't want to give up on it. I just feel that the story is nothing ordinary. Anywho, I hope you enjoy.

-MinJi

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-Chris-

So, like any sensible guy my age I didnt like Blimfree's moves on me, for more than one reason.

A. I'm not interested in her. Or anybody  at the moment. In her, never.

B. I don't care what she did with my dad or says she did, thats just not my business.

C. I don't have time for it, not when i have more important business to take care of. Things that only I can do.

D. She's old. Like she's 46 dammit. And I'm just 32! Even if she doesnt look her age at all, thanks to all the salons and treatments she often goes to.

Do I need to say more? So I gently slip away from her grasp, flashing her my best smile, before quickly changing the topic.

"So the investors are all on board, Ms Blimfree. We can proceed with the deal immediately"
clearing my throat, I tell her in my best professional voice.

She nods, a sly smile playing on her lips. Her lustful eyes still watching me intently. I think she knows that I don't like her advances but I think she does it despite knowing it.

Then she went back to being her professional self again. The one who I really respect. She nodded again, exclaiming "Excellent! We will finalize the details then."

We proceeded to discuss the details of the deal which occupied the rest of her visit. The discussions went smoothly followed by expressing her interest in meeting the chief investor soon. I was very glad how the latter part of that afternoon went. I was also able to keep her distracted enough to keep her from pounding on me since she was busy making the final desicions.

Fortunately, just when the more serious discussions were on the verge of ending, Laila called me on the office phone,

"Sir, a Mr. Rodrigo is here for you. Shall I ask him to reschedule, that you are with a priority client?" Her voice through the phone sounded competent and proficient.

"No, we are almost done here. Send him in 10 minutes." I made sure to sound composed. It was important to show her respect as a client while also keeping her from being too nosy, prying into my personal life.

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A sudden CLANG jolted Isabelle from a half-dreaming state, her eyes snapping open. The captor banged the metal door next to Isabelle's water prison with the thick metal rod.

"Wake up princess!! We dont have TIME for this!" She hissed out the last word, her voice thick with frustration and urgency.

Today, the captor seemed to be extra jittery; on most other days she would be much more relaxed and composed; teasing and mocking Isabelle. But today she looked restless. She kept pacing in short quick strides along the water prison that held Isabelle. She was also twirling a black leather whip she had on her.

At one point, she halted abruptly in front of Isabelle, her face contorted with anger.

"That bastard set me up!" She spat, fuming.

"Now the police will be here any minute! I have to escape!"
Isabelle watched as her captor began muttering to herself like bullets shooting out of a machine gun.

"That's right! I'll burn this place to the ground! Nobody will get anything from out of here!" She squealed maniacally, clapping like a little kid. She then exited gleefully, leaving Isabelle alone in the eerily silent dim-lit basement.

Minutes after the captor's footsteps faded down the dark corridor, Isabelle heard chaos stirring at a distance. Screams and shouting filled the area, growing louder confusing Isabelle. The distant corridors which always seemed to disappear into darkness were suddenly alit. That was when Isabelle saw her dungeon.

The once shadowy corridors now ablaze with fiery brilliance. The screaming, now vivid grew louder filling her ears, sending shivers down her spine. The brilliant flames advanced towards Isabelle, devouring everything in its path.

The golden flames stretched steadily, closing the distance from the corridors to Isabelle's water prison.

The sight of the dancing golden flames ignited something that rested deep within her, her heart raced. Then everything else fell out of focus. It was just the flames and Isabelle, reuniting like two long lost lovers. Isabelle outstretched her hands, ready to embrace.

She had feared fire since the day she accidently set her childhood home on fire. The damage had been far too much. But trapped within the water prison for months now, Isabelle now felt a strange, magnetic pull towards the approaching flames, and realised that she couldn't separate one from the other.

The fire burned fiercely, its crackling roar drowning the screams had once filled the air. She couldn't help but wonder whether her captor got out alive. Isabelle stared as the ancient walls of the basement dungeon crumbled. The metal pipes that ran all along the ceiling clattered to the ground.

Suddenly, a loud explosion rocked the far corner of the basement, sending shockwaves through the dungeon, raining bricks and concrete everywhere. Smoke and debris filled the air, creating a musty fog that choked the already demolished dungeon.

In the same moment, heat radiated across the basement, causing the thick glass walls of Isabelle's water prison to crack and burst open. The large water body within flooded outside, gushing like angry waves, wrestling fiercely with the advancing flames, extinguishing them.

Thrown to the ground by the gushing water, Isabelle lay panting on the cold, damp floor. The dungeon around her, in a state of chaos and destruction: but she felt a sense of overwhelming relief – she was finally free.

-Chris-

As I navigate through the smoke filled corridors of the crumbling basement dungen, being careful to avoid the falling debris, my mind raced with suspicions and determination. Isabelle, the elusive person I had been tracking  for months, was supposedly involved in my parents' tragic death. As I made my way through the debris and extinguishing smoke, I spotted her.

Isabelle lay on the cold damp floor of the dungeon, gasping for breath. Despite my suspicions, the sight of her vulnerable and disoriented body, stirred conflicting emotions within me. She looked nothing like the cold-hearted criminal I had pictured her to be.

Approaching her I cautiously extended my hand towards her. "Are you alright?" I asked, my voice betraying my deepest emotions. "We got to get out of here."

Isabelle, still in a daze looked up in a look of confusion and gratitude. She still seemed to be in shock from the sudden liberation. She didn't know who I was or why I was there, helping her escape. Little did she know that I had my own dark motives behind it.

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Hi again,

Did you like it? Isabelle is finally escaping from captivity. Bu what do you think of Chris?

I also hope you don't mind the change of narrative on Isabelle's POV. I wanted to give a wider perspective that from the eyes of an exhausted Isabelle.

Anyway, here goes! Enjoy!

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