☆ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 ☆
Iris was just another girl.
She was intelligent, caring, clever, and much more.
She lived a normal and happy life, until she was fifteen. Everything changed since that day. Her seemingly perfect family was sh...
It was so comfortable. I was sleeping on something so plush and comfortable. Where am I? I moved around but all I could feel was warmth, like sleeping on a cloud.
"Wake up," I heard a voice in the distance say. I suddenly jolted up from my sleeping position and was breathing heavily. After regulating my breathing I took in my surroundings.
It was a simple, minimalistic, but nice bedroom.
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Why am I here? What happened? All these thoughts came rushing to my head which gave me a headache.
I noticed a card near the nightstand on my right. 'Eat me & Drink me' was what it said on the note. There was a capsule placed on the nightstand along with water near the note. I picked the items up in a hesitant manner. Could I really eat this? What if it was another type of drug? After inspecting the small capsule, I decided to take it. It may not be the smartest move, but the headache was enough for me to consider it. And besides, even if I do end up in a dreamlike state and drugged, it's better than facing harsh reality.
All the memories from yesterday came. Stacey, escaping, getting caught by Xavier, then everything going black.
Did he drug me?! As much as I would never think of Xavier doing something like that, I did try to escape. He could have drugged me. You never know.
I noticed my luggage near the bathroom which was jointed to the bedroom. I was at Xavier's penthouse which I knew of. I needed to get the fuck out of here. I knew I had to be more careful this time. This man is a billionaire, of course he would manage to hunt me down and find me. I can't even begin to imagine the people he may know and the connections he has made.
He would now keep me captive here until the wedding, and maybe even after that. I fucked up really bad. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't even wearing my normal clothes.
Instead I was wearing short black shorts which exposed my legs and a white t-shirt. No way. Did he change me?! The audacity of this man.
I tried looking for my phone but there was no use. I slowly crept out of the room trying to not make any noise. Getting caught once again would just be embarrassing at this point. There was a clock which showed the time. It was currently 11:07am. I slept that long?
Coming out of my thoughts, I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I was surprised of my sneaking out skills. My mouth was dry and I began feeling parched, so I took out a glass and poured water inside. I took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. I need to get out quick before he finds me gone. Is he even here? Whatever, it's not like I'm going to linger around to find out.
Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me up against a hard chest. I was then twirled around and pinned against the refrigerator.
"What the hell?!" I yelled in utter confusion at the sudden action, which took me by surprise.
