Saving Khloe - PUBLISHED

Chapter 3

Rushed update but I hope you enjoyed it. 

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Chapter Three

Khloe Anderson

The rattling of a doorknob is what awakened me for the second time since I've been here- in this awful room. I panicked. Someone was unlocking the door to enter the room. Maybe it's just food. But that didn't stop my mind from thinking about all possibly reasons why someone could be entering the room.

Are they going to kill me? Are they about to let me go? However, why would they kidnap me just to let me go in the end?

Is this how I go out? When I thought about my death, I'd always dreamt about what my last meal would be like. Would I be gone without even a last meal? I hated thinking about this.

When a man enters the room wearing the mask and gloves, and with a tray in his hands, I sigh in relief. Just breakfast. Like the guy from the previous day, he places it on the table, and turns his gaze to me.

"Your breakfast," he nods towards the tray, and leaves.

I didn't trust them, but the food from yesterday hadn't kill me. So maybe I would have good luck like the day before.

Standing and walking towards the three-legged table, I notice that the breakfast is different from the last time. It is pancakes with maple syrup and a glass of orange juice. My mouth salivated at the sight before me. At least I could look forward to one good aspect of being here.

As I ate, I thought about my shop. I knew my staff would do an amazing job while I'm absent, and I knew they would be worried that I haven't shown up to work. They could handle themselves, I knew for certain. However, I wasn't sure if I was ever going back. I wanted to think that my dad would move heaven and earth to find me, but when? And how much time did he need? It was starting to feel like I've been here for a week. And not being able to tell the time only made matters worse.

I hadn't taken a shower since Thursday morning before I left my apartment. At this moment, a bath sounded like the most amazing thing in the world. I couldn't wait to be in the confines of my apartment, soaking in my tub, and savoring every moment in the warm bubbly water.

Did my neighbour Brad Hayes notice that I'd gone missing? We left the building at the same time every morning to go to work. He would notice it strange that I didn't show up the following morning and the one after that. It had been somewhat of a routine and we'd become close friends as a result. He would know. He had to notice my absence.

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A few hours after I'd had my breakfast, I heard the door being unlocked, and I panicked. Again.

Three masked men entered the room this time, looking like men on a mission. The first one was buff and had several tattoos on his forearm, and he seemed to be the leader. The one behind him looked like the guy who had brought me breakfast the both days, and he held a video camera in his hand. The last one was tall and slim and held a few sheets of Manila paper in his hands.

I gulped. What were they up to? I hated having to fear for my life constantly. I hated not knowing when I was about to die. I hated the saying 'expect the unexpected' even more at the moment. In the next minute I could be dead, and no one would find my body. What will they do to me? It's not like I can defend myself from three men. They have the physical features to outrun me any day.