Never Trust a Truman

Chapter 14

When Rachelle woke up to return down to Earth, the very first thing that she saw was Zack standing next to her with his arms crossed and having an envious smile showing through his face. Once she took a quick snag look at him straight into the pupils, she gave it all she had to knock him out but it was not any use. She would try and try her best to break free but a little bit later, she realized that her hands were huddled up. Her eyes looked above her and saw her hands handcuffed together up to the bed pole. She then moved her eyeballs down below her waist and quickly noticed that her ankles were tied to each of the legs of the bed. Zack wanted to make real sure in which she was fairly secured, so she wouldn't be able to escape for a second time.

"Did you sleep well?" Zack sarcastically smarted off with a devious smile.

"Not really...you know it's not all that very comfy," replied Rachelle.

"I gave you a very nice bed to sleep on."

"It's a body-sized wood plank covered with a bed sheet."

"Well either way, you're welcome," Zack began a new conversation.

"Thank...you...," grunted Rachelle not caring to show any emotion. For a few seconds, she looked her eyes over off into the distance by her left. After a little bit has went on by, Zack started to speak again. "Now...," he began as Rachelle switched her head back into his direction. "How about we get back down to business?" Rachelle's pupils widened up with some little fear. He laid his knee cap down beside her and pulled himself on top of her.

"Now, where's the evidence?" he interrogated.

"Ha, ha...I don't know what you're talking about," Rachelle sarcastically answered with a sly brow. Zack snatched a grip of Rachelle's torso shirt and pulled her up close to his business. "Listen to me, you little no good sheet devil, brunette of a Truman...you're going to cooperate, and we won't have any problems," he threatened.

"It depends on what you're wanting me to cooperate with you for," Rachelle smarted off. Zack needed a break with her ridiculous smart, sarcastic comments. He leaned back away from her nosy mouth and climbed off of the bed. As soon as he was out of sight, Rachelle tried her best to escape her wrists from the cuffs, until she saw something very suspicious engraved on them.

"Estrogen...," she quietly mumbled to herself in a soft voice. A couple of minutes later, she started back up to release herself.

"You might want to quit with all of the struggling. It's no use while being fairly secured," pointed out Zack. He headed his stroll back over to her to give it another shot as he threw himself on top of her again.

"Estrogen," Rachelle hissed out there into the middle of the open.

"Pardon me...," he excused himself to her unexpected remark.

"Estrogen...you're the one who also murdered Kaitlyn by drowning her," Rachelle repeated.

"So...what does 'Estrogen' have to do with it?"

"That's the brand name of the cuffs and knives, which only belong to you. You're the only one who uses that brand because your parents are the ones who even own the business and make the merchandise," answered Rachelle. "I knew that word sounded familiar when I saw it engraved on the cuffs, in which were attached to Kaitlyn's body. When it came to mind that I heard that from somewhere, I instantly realized it had to be from you."

"Wow, you just keep getting smarter and smarter, don't you?" Zack sarcastically mentioned.

"It's actually part of my job, you idiot," replied Rachelle in a low and hissy tone of voice.