Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Kidnapping

When I came here today, a screaming ambulance came up behind my car - at least over a hundred yards.Almost gave me a heart attack.I hate sirens.Alas, a barking puppy is calmer than this ambulance.I'm easily scared now, and while the ambulance didn't kill me, it reminded me of a lot of family memories.I'd rather be frightened into a heart attack and die. Before you start wondering why I hate ambulances, and if there is something hidden, know that I can have a panic attack at any time.We've only just begun to dig into my secrets.Hope you brought a big shovel. When I was twelve, my dad picked up my older sister, Daisy, from the skating rink where she practiced skating—at that time, my mom was cooking all kinds of French food, and while we were waiting for them at home, She is making French onion soup.A lot of my childhood memories are filled with the smell of various foods, because my mother was always obsessed with the food of a certain country at a certain time, and my ability to accept food now depends on the memories associated with it.Now, I can't drink French onion soup, not even the smell.

That night, an ambulance drove past our house with sirens on, and I just went to turn up the TV.Afterwards, I found out that the ambulance was going to save Daisy and her father. On their drive home, Dad stopped at a corner store, and as they got back into the car and pulled the car into an intersection, a drunk driver drove through a red light and went straight to the car. Bump into them.The bastard smashed our caravan like a crumpled tissue.For years afterwards, I wondered if they would still be alive today if I hadn't asked Dad to drop by to bring me an ice cream.I thought their passing would be the scariest experience of my life, but I was wrong.

When the needle went into my thigh and before I lost consciousness, I could remember two things: the roughness of the blanket covering my face, and the faint smell of perfume on it. I woke up wondering why I couldn't feel my dog ​​next to me.Then, I opened my eyes and saw a white pillow.And the pillows in my house are yellow. I sat up quickly, almost blacking out my eyes.My mind seems to be spinning, and I feel nauseous.I opened my eyes wide and pricked up my ears, trying to hear something, and I looked around.I was in a wooden house with a size of 50 to 60 square meters. I could basically see the whole room when I sat on the bed.he's not here.But my relaxation only lasted a few seconds.If he's not here, where is he?

I can see a corner of the kitchen.I have a wood stove directly in front of me, and to the left of the stove is a door.I think it should be night now, but I'm not sure.The two windows to the right of the bed had their curtains drawn and were probably nailed from the outside.Two chandeliers were on, and there was another lamp on the wall by the bed.My first thought was to rush to the kitchen and find something to use as a weapon.But the injection he gave me before has not failed.My legs gave way and I fell to the ground. I lay down for a few minutes, then tried to get up.Many of the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen, even the refrigerator, were locked.My whole body was limp, I leaned against the cabinet, and looked through the only drawer that could be opened, but found nothing. The deadliest weapon was probably a rag.I took a few deep breaths, trying to analyze where I was.

My watch was gone, and there was no clock or window in the house, so I had no idea what time it was.I don't know how long I've been in a coma, or how far it is from home.I had a terrible headache like someone was holding it in a vise.I walked to the corner between the bed and the wall, huddled up, and stared at the door. I crouched in a corner and what felt like hours had passed.I felt cold all over and couldn't stop shaking. Was Luke driving to my house at this moment, talking on my cell phone?What if he thought I was late for work again, forgot about our date, and drove back by himself?Did they find my car?What if I've been missing for hours and no one has come looking for me?Did they call the police?Also, what about my dog?I pictured Emma alone at home, hungry and purring, full of anticipation for someone to take her out for a walk.

I kept thinking about the murder movies I'd seen on TV. "CSI: Las Vegas" is one of my favorites.Maybe the actor Grayson will walk into the house where I was kidnapped, carefully examine everything in the house, analyze even a little trace of dirt outside the house, and then he can deduce what happened and find my current location .I don't know if we have a CSI department in Clayton Falls.The RCMP I've seen on TV are either riding in parades or are raiding marijuana fields. I call him a psycho in my head—every second he's not around, I'm imagining how I'm going to die, and the more I think about it, the more horrified I get.Who's going to notify my mother when they find my broken body?What if my body is never found?

I still remember my mother screaming when the phone came to tell the news of my father and sister's death, and she has been drinking almost all the time since then, but I only remember seeing her get drunk several times.Normally, she's just a little confused.She was still beautiful, and it seemed to me like a painting that had once been brightly colored, and now the colors had all blurred together. I think back to our last conversation, which was probably the last time in our lives, where we actually fought over a coffee machine.Why can't I just give that shit to her?I was so angry then, and now, I would do anything to get back to that moment.

Sitting in the same position for too long can cause leg cramps.I should get up and look around. The hut looked old, like the kind of ranger's quarters you see in the mountains, but it had been spruced up.The pervert has obviously considered all aspects.There were no springs in the mattress, just two soft cushions, like sponges, resting on a solid wooden plank.There is a large wooden wardrobe to the right of the bed.There is a keyhole in the wardrobe, I tried to pull the door, but it won't work.The wood stove and stone hearth are behind a locked screen door.The drawers and all the cabinets are made of some kind of metal, but it looks like it's wood.No matter how I kick it, I can't kick it away.

There is no place to hide in the house, no attic, and the door is iron.I tried to turn the doorknob, but apparently, it was locked from the outside.I fumbled along the door frame looking for brackets, hinges, or anything to pry, but couldn't find anything.I put my ears on the ground, and only a silver light came through the bottom crack of the door. I touched the bottom of the door with my hands, but I couldn't feel any cold air.It seems that the door frame is sealed quite tightly. I tapped on the shutter on the window, which sounded like metal, and I didn't see a lock or hinge on the window.I groped all over the hut, looking for any leaks in the walls, but the whole house was impenetrable.Under the window sill of the toilet, I felt a cool place.I pushed away a few wall bricks, and a hole the size of a pencil stub appeared in the wall, and I leaned in.I can see a blur of green, and I think it may be afternoon.I moved the bricks back and made sure there wasn't any trace of plaster left on the floor.

The toilet is equipped with an old white bathtub and toilet. At first glance, it seems ordinary. Later, I realized that there is not even a mirror. I tried to open the lid of the toilet tank, but it would not work.A pink shower curtain with a pattern of roses was looped in plastic and hung from an iron rod.I pulled hard on the iron rod, and it was also nailed.The toilet has a door with no lock. In the middle of the kitchen there was a dining table flanked by high stools, both nailed to the floor.Kitchen utensils are stainless steel - looks brand new so probably not cheap.The gleaming white ceramic sink and countertops and the smell of bleach linger in the air.

The stove in the kitchen looked like a gas stove, I tried to turn it on and it clicked, but there was no fire.He must have turned off the gas lock.I tried to take the stove apart and get something for protection, but nothing would work, I went to check the oven and found that the brackets inside had also been removed.The drawer under the oven is locked. I had no way to protect myself, and no way to escape.I need to prepare for the worst, but I have no idea what the worst might be. I found myself shaking again.I took a few deep breaths and tried to focus on the reality of the situation.He's not here, and I'm alive.Someone will come to me soon.I went to the sink and looked down to drink some water from the tap.Before I had a sip, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.The door opened slowly, and my heart rose to my throat. He wasn't wearing a baseball cap, with curly blond hair and an expressionless face.I scrutinized his appearance carefully.How did he make me like him?His lower lip is thicker than his upper lip and is slightly pouty, other than that all I see is a pair of hollow blue eyes and a handsome face, but it's not the kind of thing you notice at a glance A face, let alone one that can be remembered at a glance. He stood there looking at me with a big smile on his face.But now, I see a completely different person.I see.He's the kind of guy who can choose to be noticed or not. "Great! You're up. I'm still wondering if I gave you too many injections." He walked towards me with brisk steps.I ran back to the farthest corner of the cabin and crouched down beside the bed, curled up in a ball.He stopped abruptly. "Why are you hiding in a corner?" "Where the hell is this?" "I know you probably don't feel 100 percent good, but don't swear." He made his way to the sink. "I'm looking forward to our first dinner, but I'm afraid you've overslept." He took a large bunch of keys from his pocket, opened a cupboard, and pulled out a glass. "Hope you're not too hungry now." He let the water run for a while before filling the cup with water, and when it was full, he turned off the tap and turned to face me, leaning his back against the counter. "I can't break the rules of dinner time, but today, I can make an exception." He handed me the glass. "You must be very thirsty." My throat felt rougher than sandpaper, but I couldn't take anything he gave me.He swished the glass lightly. "This is cold mountain spring water." He waited a few seconds, raised one eyebrow in a questioning expression, then shrugged and turned sideways to pour the water into the sink.He rinsed the glass and held it up, tapping the sides of the glass with his fingers. "It's plastic, but it really looks like glass, isn't it amazing? A lot of things are not what they appear to be, aren't they?" He dried the glass carefully, put it back in the cupboard, and locked the cupboard again.Sighing, he sat down on a high stool by the dining table and stretched. "Wow, it feels so good to relax." Relax?If his way of relaxing is kidnapping strangers, I can't imagine what he will do when he gets excited. "How are your legs? Are they still sore?" "Where am I?" "Ah! Finally talking." He put his arms on the table and rested his chin on his fingers. "That's a good question, Anne. Simply put, you're a very lucky girl." "I don't think being kidnapped and drugged is a lucky thing." "Don't you think that when people know the alternative to life, sometimes they find that what they thought was bad is actually a good thing?" "Anything is better than being kidnapped." "Is anything better than this, Anne? If you're not with a nice guy like me right now, you might be in an accident on your drive home from the sale of your house—maybe, into a A young mother who just came out of the store, and killed their whole family, or one of her dearest children." I thought of my mother's tears at Daisy's funeral.Could this freak be from Clayton Falls, too? "Can't answer?" "It's not like that. You don't know what might happen." "Look, you're wrong. I know. I just know what can happen to a woman like you." That's fine, I should let him go on.If I can find out why he kidnapped me, maybe I can find a way to escape. "A woman like me? Have you ever known someone like me before?" "Have you looked around the house?" He smiled, looking around the cottage. "I think it's pretty good." "If a woman ever hurt you, I'm really sorry...I...but it's not fair to punish me, and I haven't done anything to you." "Do you think this is punishment?" His eyes widened in surprise. "You can't just kidnap people and take them to... don't know where. You can't do that." He smiled: "I don't want to be so clear, but I have said it all. Or, let me answer your question. We are on a mountain, and this hut was chosen for us by myself. I have considered Every detail, you'll be safe here." He kidnapped me and told me I was safe? "It took a little longer than I planned, but I got to know you better and better during the preparation process. I think it was worth the time." "You... I've never met you. Is David your real name?" "Don't you think David is a good name?" My dad's name is David too, but I'm not going to tell him. I tried to say in a calm and relaxed tone, "David is a nice name, but I think you're confusing me with some girl, why don't you let me go, okay?" He shook his head slowly: "I'm not confused, Anne. To be honest, I've never been more sure in my life than I am now." He took the chain of keys out of his pocket again, opened a cupboard in the kitchen, picked up a large box, and put it on the bed, with "Annie" written on one side in large letters.He took out a stack of flyers from the box, all of which were houses I had sold.He also had some papers that carried my ad.He held up a newspaper.In the newspaper is the ad for the house I am selling. "I like this one best. The address number on it is the same as the date I first saw you." He handed me another stack of photos. There are pictures of me, taking Emma for a morning walk, walking into the office, buying coffee at the corner store.There is a picture of my hair longer than it is now, and the T-shirt I'm wearing in the picture has long since been thrown away.Did he steal these pictures from my house?There's no way Emma wouldn't stop him, it must have been stolen from my office.He took the picture out of my hand, propped his head on one arm, lay down on the bed, and spread it out. "You're very photogenic." "How long have you been following me?" "Don't say it's stalking. It should be called observation. If you're thinking, am I fantasizing that you're in love with me, I can tell you that I haven't." "I know you're a nice guy, but I already have a boyfriend. I'm sorry if I accidentally did something wrong and got you wrong. I don't feel that way about you. Maybe we can be friends..." He smiled and looked at me: "Why do you keep making me repeat it over and over again. I didn't misunderstand. I know that a woman like you can't like a man like me-a woman like you can't even look at it." Take a look at me." "Of course I'll look at you, I just think you should find someone..." "What kind of woman? A woman willing to settle down? A pudgy librarian? That's what I deserve, don't I?" "That's not what I meant. I know you're fine..." "The problem is not with me. Women always like to say that they want to find someone who can be with them all the time - a lover, a friend, an equal partner. But after they have it, they don't cherish it. When they meet someone A man who doesn't take himself seriously will throw everything away, and no matter how that man treats them, they will always go to him and want more." "Some women are like that and many are not. My boyfriend and I are equals and I love him a lot." "Luke?" He raised an eyebrow. "You think Luke and you are equal?" He smiled and shook his head. "As soon as a real man comes up to you, you dump him right away. You're already bored with him." "How did you know Luke's name? What did you do to him?" "There's nothing wrong with Luke. What he's going through right now is nothing compared to what you put him through. You don't respect him. Not that I blame you, but you should have done better." he laughed. "Oh wait, you've already done that." "Well, I have a lot of respect for you, I know, you are a special person, you don't really want to do this, if you let me go, we..." "Don't pity me, Anne." "Then what do you want? You haven't told me why you brought me here." He started singing, "Time-time-ah-help-me-" and hummed the next few lines, which was the Rolling Stones song. "You want time? Time with me? Time to chat? Time to rape me? Time to kill me?" He just smiles. If one path fails, try another.I stood up, off the edge of the bed, and stood beside him. "Listen, David—maybe that's not your real name, whatever your name is, you've got to let me go." He sat on the edge of the bed, with his legs resting on the edge, facing me.I was right in his face. "I'm going to be sought--lots and lots of people. If you don't let me go now, you're not going to end well." I pointed at him. "I don't want to participate in your perverted game. You're crazy. You must..." He reached out and squeezed my jaw so hard that I felt like all my teeth were going to be crushed.Little by little he pulled me over.I lost my balance and was almost on his lap.The only thing holding me up is his hand on my chin. He said angrily: "You are not allowed to talk to me like that again, you know?" He pinched my face, raising it up, pulling it down, and tightening the squeeze each time.I feel like my jaw is going to dislocate. Finally let go. "Look around here, do you think it's easy to arrange everything? Do you think I just snap my fingers and everything is in place?" He grabbed my front pocket, pulled me over, and pushed me onto the bed.Veins popped out on his forehead, and his face was flushed.He pressed on top of me and squeezed my jaw hard.He stared at me fiercely.This is the last scene I saw before I died.Everything around me turned black... Suddenly, the anger on his face disappeared.He let go of me and kissed my chin, where he'd pinched desperately seconds before. "Why do you have to force me to do this? I've tried very hard, Anne, I've tried really hard, but my patience is limited." He smiled and stroked my hair. I lay there silent. He got up from the bed and left.I heard the sound of water flushing in the toilet.My photo is next to me, and I can only stare at the ceiling, my jaw still hurting.Tears flowed from the corners of my eyes, but I didn't wipe them.