Sweet Dreams

Chapter 18

A/N: Heeey Guys! Sorry again for the wait. I'm just starting to overcome my writers block so its taking a while. But I think its coming along!

Just a little heads up this chapter has a bit of violent/gory subject matter.

Thank you all for your patience and I promise another chapter will be coming soon!!

-Julia <3

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I have no idea where we are.

I just woke up a few minutes ago but I want to keep my eyes closed just incase someone's here.

My entire body is numb with fear. I am sitting up right in a hard wodden chair. My hands behind my back uncomfortably.

I slowly try to move my hands infront of me but  I feel some sort of restraint keeping me from moving them. Zip ties I pressumed.

My body is wrapped tightly in rope and my ankles are also bound to the legs of the chair with zip ties.

I finally build up the courage to open my eyes. I am blinded by the sun streaming in through the boarded windows stright into my eyes.

I take this time to scan the room. The entire room looks as if it was all made of conctreate, and there was nothing in it except the table with scary looking insturments lined along it. I was placed in the middle of this frezzing room.

I feel something knock against my head. It felt like another head. I turn around and notice Jordan sitting in a chair right behind me. Zip-tied as well.

"Jordan..." I whisper. No respose. "JORDAN!" I yell silently. No response. He must be still unconsious.

I huff a sigh. I trie my best to wiggle out, but there was no use. I was stuck here.

The sound of the door unlocking errputed in the defaning silence, I raise my head and watch as figures emerge from the darkness of the door.

Mc.Sexy and the big looking man who held me back last night walk in. But emerging from behind them, was a man I've never seen before.

He was tall and broad. My guess is mid twenties early thirties. His hair was dark and nicely made up. His five o'clock shadow lined perfectly his sharp jaw bone.

He wore a dress shirt and dress pants. He was dressed so fancy, he made me feel under dressed. And I was kind of kidnapped.

"Hm, so you're Jade." he said inspecting me. I glare up at him through my lashes. "Who are you?" I ask, my voice raspy. Who knows how long I've been knocked out. "That doesn't matter." he says shaking his head. "What is more important is who are you? Jade Cole." he says with a half smile.

"Apparently you know who I am." I say watching as he paces around the room.  "You know thats not what I mean." He says.

"What I want to know is how you know all of these thing that you know about us?" he asks slowly approaching me.

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about." I say trying to wiggle my hands out of the zip ties. It takes all I can manage to not show the pain of the burning of the zip ties. I won't be surprised if I managed to draw blood.

"Oh really?" he says. "So you're saying you just came here to Paris and broke into the resturant all for shits and giggles?" he says rasing a brow. His voice smooth as silk that bring a terrible chill to my spine.

"Where's Kayla?" I growl. A low chuckle escapes his lips and he points at me. "See thats what I mean, how do you know that Kayla Martinez is even here?" he asks.