Chapter 6- Realising the reality

My eyes flutter open adjusting to the surrounding blinding illuminations of the sun.

Where the hell am I?

Gradually my brain begins with the recollecting of memories of my recent past. I was kidnapped by my cousin's fiance! Fuuuuuck! I'm seated between two towering frames.Oh this are the two numbskulls that were back at the apartments.

"Where are we going?" Deafening silence.

"What time is it then?" Still no response.

"Can I at least get a freaken bottle of water?" I ask

"Here, take this " the guy to my left in his gruff tone replies British accent thick as he pushes a bottle of water my way.

I chugg the whole drink down appreciating the coolness as it trickles and flows down my perched throat.

I'm so thirsty and never in my whole life has water tasted this good. After close to twenty solid minutes we arrive at our destination which is I don't know where.

The gates to this place are undoubtedly more expensive than my entire apartment.They are a finely-polished silver and at the middle is a big lion-head symbol. Sign of prominence maybe?

Another man covered in thick layers of muscle presses some remote thingy on the other side of the gate and the heavy gleaming metal barriers slide open with a low creak.

I was seriously not prepared to see the exquisite-looking mansion at the very end of the small tarmac road.

As we drive I gaze in fascination at the tall palm trees that stand proud one after the other on each ide of the roads.

In front of the mansion is a fountain; a sculpture situated right in the middle of the fountain holding a jar of trickling whitish liquid that pours all the way down into clean waters.

When we finally alight I look to my right taking in the view of the well trimmed lawn and to my left at the furthest end is a magnificent garden of all sorts of flowers from daisies to sweet peas to dandelions to roses and lotuses.

How just how in hell did Bianca not tell me that she lived in such a heavenly place for heaven's sake?

The two bodyguards take hold of me by my left and right arms padding towards the front doors to the house. I really hate it when people get all handsy but this men are way too physical powerful for me to fight and subdue.

One of them places his left palm over the scanner then shortly after the crystal-glass doors slides open. Woah! The house is nothing short of perfection interior decor on point I must admit that much. The walls of the hallways are painted black with tiny glorious white floral prints. The chandelier is white the tiles below a polished black with white rose prints.

As we tread ahead I manage a glimpse of the living room. The walls are a fine golden brown the chandelier a brilliant white hue the carpets sofas and curtains all blood-red with numerous golden strips interlocking. The colour combination the clash of brightness is just so spectacular too enchanting. "Welcome to my humble abode " a voice that is now etched into my brain booms from the furthest end of the hallways.

Humble? Does this man seriously need to bluff right now? This house is nowhere near humble.

"Yvonne take our guest to her room get her something to eat will you please?" Throughout the making of the request his expressions remain stoic hard voice tranquil ovely calm.

Yvonne who looks to be in her late forties makes her way up to me genuine smile curving.

"This way miss " she directs and I follow behind quietly. It's best to have them think I've submitted to their will.

One look back at Malcom and I can make out just how agitated he is having me as a guest.

Damn that man to hell. I can't help but think how it is a woman like my step sister Bianca could like Malcom.

And oh my heavens this staircase will most likely be the death of me!

"Here's your room dear "Yvonne's velvet tone infiltrates my ears drawing me back to reality. Well wow.

This room is just that...wow. King-sized four poster bed with red pillows a red duvet with black poka dots alongside white good-quality carpets with red cheetah prints on a sixty two inch TV hanging against the wall alabaster vase holding a dozen fresh fiery-red rose and a white chaise lounge embroided in red lotus prints.

Then there's the closed door in the furthest corner of the room I'm guessing the bathroom and another slightly ajar one that gives glimpses of clothing, a walk-in closet nice.

I walk over to it and to my utter surprise it's completely stocked with garment and lace bra and panties of various tints and hues this is definitely not Bianca's doing.

"I'll bring you something to eat then you can rest.Is that okay?" Yvonne questions from far behind. I simply nod and offer a small smile since I was famished and I'm noq eating for two people.

Seconds fleet into solid minutes before she treads back into the room holding a tray of cookies a glass of milk a bowl of fruit salad and a glass of water. "Thanks ma'am."

"Oh please call me Yvonne not ma'am.That's to formal for my liking." She says.

"Only if you call me Helena and not miss.Deal?" "Deal " she replies smile tagging on her lipstick-coated lips whilst we shake hands.

"Can I ask you a question Yvonne" I begin deciding to test the waters. "Sure thing " she says.

"I need...could you lend me your phone if you have one? I know what I'm asking for is." See the amount of horror etched on her face at my words is enough to have me rethinking the entire question entirely.

"Forgive me but no. For our safety Helena and for the sake of your child, don't get on the wrong side of Malcom"

Anger raw and unfiltered is exactly what I feel fucking rage! "I'll find a way out of this hell hole Yvonne I will , I can't possibly do this ridiculous stuff" is my simple response clenching jaws and glaring daggers while shoving hands into my pockets.

"I will leave you to eat bathe.You must be famished and tired" she speaks then with arms folded behind her back turns and makes to exit the room.

No I am definitely leaving this place as soon as possible so help me God.

But why haven't I seen Bianca.