RED

7. Heather

True love is like ghosts, who everybody talks about and few have seen.
by La Rochefoucauld.

Enrico's brows furrowed as he squeezed his face in pain. His head was barely moving. Slowly, he began to regain consciousness but as he tried to open his eyes, he could feel a throbbing pain in his head. Enrico tried to reach out for his head but felt stuck. For some reason, he couldn't move his hands quite the way he wanted to.

"Urgh!" He lightly groaned as he turned his head a bit away from the wall it leaned on. Eventually, Enrico got his eyes to open but his vision was blurry. He had to blink several times. As his sight returned, Enrico could see an image of someone beside him. He furrowed his brows further as he blinked a few more times, then he could see properly.

Kiana sat on the bare floor all tied up with a rope and staring at him with a blank expression.

"Are you okay?" Kiana asked, without taking her eyes off him but he only stared at her in confusion.

He tried to get his hands to move but couldn't, then he looked down at himself. His hands and feet were equally tied backwards just like Kiana's. Enrico struggled to get free, but couldn't.

"What's this? Where am I?" Enrico asked, as reality slowly settled in. He took a look around to get a good look of his new found environment.

They were locked up in a small foursquare room. The walls as well as the floor were purely made up of cement. Nothing else was in the room. Enrico saw the need to panic a bit, as he realised he was held hostage in some place. He tried his best to recall how he got here, but the only thing he could remember was being hit on the head then Kiana was dragged away.

"Where are we?" He asked, as he shifted his eyes back to her.

Kiana sighed.

"At Trent's."

"Trent. Who's Trent?" Enrico asked, wanting to find out more at the same time.

Kiana slightly bit her lower lip as she looked away from him. She couldn't answer his question. What was she suppose to tell him? That Trent is the man she had being owing for nine good years and that he was here because of her.

"Hey! Kiana." Enrico called her, as she was wasting time in answering his question.

She slightly shifted her eyes to him.

There was a sound of the door being unlocked which made the both of them focus their eyes on the door, eagerly waiting to see who was behind it. The door finally opened and in walked an average looking man in his mid 40s dressed in all grey. Two other men followed behind him.

Kiana wasn't so surprised to see the man, known as Trent, walk in but Enrico furrowed his brows as he tried to understand what exactly was going on. Trent had a devious smirk at the corner of his lips as he directly approached Kiana, who stared at him loathly. Trent couldn't care less about the glare she gave him as he squat in front of her. Kiana maintained eye contact with him. She needed to show that she wasn't the least bit scared of him. Trent placed a hand on her cheek and Kiana tried to withdraw her face away from his hand but he wouldn't quite let her, so she struggled a bit.

"My dear, Kiana. I'm sorry, it has to come to this." He told her in a deep yet husky voice.

Enrico looked away from Trent to an uncomfortable Kiana.

"You didn't have to go this far! I would have willingly come to you!" Kiana spat out, viciously.

Trent gave a light chuckle.