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Callie's nerves remained on edge the entire drive. They left the main town long ago and had entered some sort of compound. The road was lined with palm trees and as they got closer to the house, Callie saw that there were guards with guns and dogs standing in their way.
The girl had been around guns way too often lately, and the sight of them had her feeling sick. She couldn't stand the idea of being shot again - it hadn't exactly been a walk in the park.
The car slowed to a stop as one of the guards approached, his gun raised. He assessed the people in the truck, making sure that he knew who they were. He then turned to the other guards, "All right, let them in."
One of the guards lowered his gun so that he could lift the barricade. Once it was no longer blocking their path, the driver pushed down on the accelerator.
Callie tried her best not to show how scared she was, but she didn't always have the best poker face. She was in a foreign country, alone, and had either been arrested or kidnapped. She honestly hoped she had been arrested, because she felt like she had more of a chance of getting out of a cell than getting away from Ward Cameron.
If Sarah was right and he was involved.
After they finally arrived, one of the men came over and lowered the back of the truck. When Callie didn't move straight away, the man grabbed her arm and pulled her from the vehicle.
"Ow, alright, chill," Callie muttered as she stumbled from the car.
The man didn't even acknowledge her, just dragged her along the path. Callie stopped fighting when she saw how many guns were around her - there was no chance of evading them.
Leading her towards the house, they stopped at the front door. A housekeeper opened it, looking the girl up and down before taking a step back. The man shoved her past the threshold before following her inside, locking the door behind him.
Calle took in her surroundings, the house looking just as large from inside. It was filled with expensive-looking furniture and decor. There were even some gold artefacts in glass casings. It wasn't surprising, given the fact that it was on one of the largest pieces of land she had ever stepped foot on.
"Take her upstairs," the housekeeper instructed a different guard. "The Orinoco Room."
The man grabbed her arm, "This way. Up."
Just like the last man, he dragged her behind him. She tried to keep up so that she wouldn't trip on the steps. As she went she tried to remember where everything was, just in case maybe she could somehow escape.
