40. Kidnapped

Brice's POV

I wake up with a feeling of heavy nausea. The last thing I remembered was that I came back from business dinner with Clara where we were discussing about my new book progress and aligning the timetable with everything that Clara had going on for me.

Where am I?

I groaned when I felt my feet were lifeless, my head was pounding thinking what the fuck is wrong with me when I know for sure that I didn't even drink that much. My eyes were busy looking at my surroundings. My body felt so lethargic that tried my hardest to get up but failed miserably.

What hell is happening to me? Why can't I move? Did someone drug me?

The room looked clean and simple, the air was a bit damp and musty as if no one has been living here in a while. I was laying down in a clean queen size bed. The lighting was dimmed, and that's when I realized the room had no windows. Fear gets to me immediately and I try to call out but nothing came out. I tried again and finally, I can hear my voice though, my mouth felt dry as the Sahara.

"Hello?"
"Is anyone there?"

Fuck, am I being kidnapped?
Damn it, what the hell is going on here.

Random images flashed before my mind. It goes back to last night where I was in the parking lot inside my car when I felt a needle on my neck then I was out in seconds. That's when I remembered knowing that there was someone in the back seat, but I was too late to do anything about it.

My thoughts were interrupted when the door was unlocked from the outside. Yep, I'm definitely being held against my will. I waited to see the man that was going to demand something from me, but instead, a woman walked towards me after locking the door behind her and putting the key on the table next to the door.

I was still focusing on the woman, was she sent here to look after me? what do they want with me?

"Hello, Brice. Nice to see that you're conscious."

"Why am I here? what does your boss want with me?" I asked a bit too annoyed, I was feeling helpless. The key was right there, if only I can move my body, I can get out of this place right now.

"My boss? gosh, Brice, there's only me." She said as her creepy smile appeared on her face. Then suddenly it dawned on me, that she's the fucking stalker. My body went cold instantly, and I tried my best to remember her face but I couldn't seem to do that simple task either.

Goddamn it.

"Who are you, do I know you?" I asked the woman in front of me, she looked familiar but I still couldn't remember her.

"You used to, but I guess not anymore." She actually blushed and touch my jaw with her fingers, tracing them as if she's one psychotic woman with her prey drugged in her basement.

Fuck. I'm in her basement. There are no windows. What is she going to do with me?

"Maybe you should tell me? I'm here aren't I?" I decided to play along with the sick bitch, while my mind try to figure out where I'd seen before.

"I'm Ann."

"Ann, are you one of my fans?" I decided to throw it out there, I have nothing to lose, I was drugged, my body was still useless and I was sweating my back off trying to get up from the fucking bed until she helped me to sit up and rest my back against the headboard. I was still in my jeans and shirt, though my jacket and shoes were gone.

"No silly, well I did become one of your fans later on, but we've met way before that. You're my senior in high school."

Wow...wait, now I remember her. The girl with a long frown on her face, dull hair, and baggy clothes. I'd seen her lurking at me, I thought it was a crush thing. Fuck.

"Yeah?" I tried to smile, I'm under her mercy anyway. I didn't know what else she wants from me. "Will you tell me and refresh my memory?"

"I'm Ann, you help me when a bunch of girls bullied me. In highschool. You're my senior."

"Ah, I think I remember seeing you. And why am I here with you now?" I asked softly, trying to seem oblivious to what was happening.

Again, she blushed but this time she looked flustered as if she was not ready for my question.

She's one sick bitch.

"Well, I think you and I should get to know each other." She smile shyly, but somehow she looked borderline creepy to me. I decided to let it go and try to get on her good side, while trying to find a way out of this mess, out of her freaking basement to be correct.

"Right, so tell me..." I cleared my throat when I realized how parched I was. "...about yourself?"

Ann helped me with a glass of water. "Do you know why I feel so sluggish?" I know I shouldn't have asked the question, but my mouth blurts them out anyway.

"I'm Ann, I'm actually Summer's sister. Your deceased fiancée." She answered my first question and ignored the second one.

I choked on my drink and spilled water all over my shirt, and her creepy smile was back. The fuck?! It's been her all along?

"I never met her sister, I mean you."

"Well yeah, I was too shy back then. See, I was in love with you since the day you've rescued me from those horrible bitches..."

Ann kept on going with her story while she helped me with my glass. She gently rubbed the water that I manage to spill on my shirt when I choked on her words.

She bravely unbuttoned my shirt and dry my chest. Fuck. This is so not happening. What the hell am I supposed to do?

"Ann, it's okay. Really." I politely try to button up my shirt again but gave up when I couldn't even lift my hand to do the task. "I'm sorry that I didn't notice you," I said hoping that it sound sincerely enough for her, but what I didn't expect was for her to move closer and put her lips on mine.

"Ann, don't..." I tensed immediately, my body was still too weak to hold her off. Luckily she backed off and blushed as if she had never kissed anyone before.

"I'm sorry, I..." she started.

"I'm engaged, I can't."

"Oh, right, sorry." She gave another creepy smile, then she was out the door, but only to come back minutes later with a tray of food and what looked like a glass of orange juice. "You must be hungry, I made you some soup. Please, eat."

"Maybe later, I'm not..." I haven't finished with my words when she spooned me the cream soup. I tried to move but my lower body was not cooperating so I just let her feed me. She insisted that I drink the juice, so I did, from then it didn't take long before my eyes were droopy and my eyes closes involuntarily.

"Sleep, my sweet Brice. Soon...we will be together."

Oh god...this is not happening.