I follow Vincent down to the hallway linked to the stairway that comes from the kitchen. I feel flustered again. I know the emotions I was feeling weren't mine, Vincent put them into me.
I don't want to be manipulated like that. All he had to do was put his hand on me. My eyes fall onto his hands. Which one is the one Peter said he replaced? Maybe if I figure out which one it is I would have more of an advantage over this.
We walk all the way into the back corner an come to the door which is where my bedroom is. The door looks the same. So maybe Peter wasn't right about the rooms being remodeled.
Vincent smiles at me and opens the door. My eyes widen instantly. The room looks warm and inviting compared to the way it looked before. There's bright LED lights on either side and a fan in the center of the ceiling.
"Do you like it?" I hear Vincent ask as I walk past him into the room.
I nod, "I-It looks nice. Much better than before."
"I'm glad you like it," he says. I can hear the door softly close, I don't even bother to turn and look at him. I keep admiring the room. The bed has new bedding, a pale blue color with a black rose pattern following up the sides. The pillow is a slightly fuller blue with one detailed black rose on it.
"It's gorgeous," escapes my lips as I search the new grey vinyl flooring and off-white walls. So much brighter and less invading as the room was before. My eyes shift to the bathroom which I excitedly go check. The bathtub has been changed into a nice shower with a glass wall. The tub looks new and well taken care of. There's a new mirror, with the same black rose pattern as the bed. And new toiletries for me to use. I'm so excited to see a change. I love it.
"Alex," I hear Vincent say softly, calling me out of the bathroom. He's sitting on the side of the bed, smiling at me. "I need to discuss some information with you."
I walk cautiously over to the bed, he prompts me to sit next to him by patting the bed with his hand. I listen, not wanting to raise any suspicion or upset him. "Information?"
Vincent nods and smiles, "I've changes my rules for you. With this new renovation of the restaurant and the heightening suspicion from the authorities, I need to set some more rules with you."
I nod, waiting for him to say more. Not that I'm going to listen to these rules, but I'll make sure he thinks that I will.
"Unless I'm here at the restaurant, you're going to stay in this room-"
I interrupt him, even though I'm not sure I should, "S-Stay in the room? But during the night is the only time me and Cathy and the guys get to hang out because we're not working."
Vincent puts his index finger up to his lip to shush me. "I know you won't like it but I'd like you to follow my instructions."
"What if you're not here during the day?" I ask, upset with him wanting me to stay in the room.
"Then you stay in here," he says, his expression turning annoyed with my questions.
I take a deep breath, just to have my hand grabbed by him, he pulls me closer to him, "Will you follow that rule?" He asks.
My breaths instantly turn shaky and my heart pounds. "I-I-"
"Truth, Alex," he says firmly.
Then I hear myself say, "No, I won't." But that's not what I meant to say! I wanted him to think that I'd stay in here! Even though I wouldn't, how did he get me to say that? Telling the truth doesn't have anything to do with my emotions.
Vincent smirks, "Have you been planning on escaping, my Love?" His voice drops almost to a whisper.
"Y-Yes," my voice says shakily. I don't want him to pry anymore. If he finds out Peter and I's plan I won't ever get out of here.
Vincent's smirk grows even more when I say that. "I knew you were. But there's no keeping secrets from me, Alex. I already know more than you think I do." He becomes quiet for a moment, letting my hand go. He gets off the bed and I watch him walk over to the other side of the bed. I can hear the chain. Peter wasn't wrong, he's going to chain me up to keep me in here. I feel like my heart is about to shatter. I can't believe he is going to force me to stay in here. "Come here, Love." He says.
I look at the chain as he pulls it up. My eyes widen. "I-I don't want-"
"That doesn't matter," Vincent snaps, no longer holding a smile or a smirk on his face. "Come here, now, Alexandra."
I can tell he's serious. He never uses my full name. Never. He's always giving me nicknames such as Babygirl, Little Thing, Love, Dear or Pet. But he doesn't normally call me by my full name. I nod and walk around the bed to where he is.
He grabs my hand and pulls up my wrist as he locks the cuff onto it. "Since, you're planning on leaving and not staying here while I'm gone. When I leave this will be on your wrist. You're not going to be able to break it and no one else has a key, not even Andrew or Salvation. Now if you had been planning on listening, I wouldn't have had to use it. But seeing as you don't want to stay, you leave me no choice."
He drops my hand, leaving me to stand there uneasily. I look down at my feet and bring my hands together in front of me. I haven't even gotten dressed today, still wearing the pajamas given to me the first night in the basement. And I have a feeling I won't be getting changed anytime soon.
"I have to go for a bit," Vincent's voice cuts through the silence. "I'll be back in a few hours."
I look up at him, trying to find a flaw with having me chained up. "What about going to the bathroom?" I ask.
Vincent grins and leans down to meet my face, "Well then, I guess you should learn to hold it in," he says, an almost threatening tone in his voice and he lightly touches the bottom of my chin with his finger. "I'll come check on you when I get back. He walks towards the door, looking over his shoulder at me when he opens it. "Oh, and. If I ever catch you and Peter behind a closed door again, I'll kill him. I've already warned you once about talking to him, now I've warned you a second time. There will not be a third." He leaves the room and closes the door behind him.
I stand, watching the door. How did this happen? Why me? Out of all the people in the world and I'm the one being held hostage by a psychopath. I sit on the bed. A few hours? How long could a few hours be?
Someone knocks on the door. "Who is it?" I ask, looking at the door, I can see the shadow underneath.
"It's Sal," I hear Salvation say.
I examine the door. I don't know if it's locked or not. And I don't want him to see me chained up in the room. "What do you want?" I ask, only to see the door open. He walks in, looking at me, concerned.
He walks over, I can see him eye the chain, "Oh, Alex, I'm sorry that I had him tell you. You wouldn't be left like this. I just wanted my sister back." He says softly.
I frown, "It's not your fault." I say, looking away from him. "What do you want, Sal?"
"Vincent sent me in to give you back your memories and talk about your abilities while he's gone." He says, sitting on the bed.
I sit with him, "Give me back my memories?" I notice the thumb drive in his hand, "Like a video or something?" I ask.
He shrugs, "Not exactly. Give me your hand," he says, I raise my right hand, the closest hand, to him. He takes it, turning my palm upwards and facing the USB towards my wrist. I watch as the USB blinks a blue color and it's mimicked my the blood veins in my wrist. Then my wrist opens. A rectangular hole like a plug in shows up on my wrist.
"You're going to see this displayed like a movie. If any of it scares you or you decide you don't want to see it, tell me, okay?" He says, I look up to meet his eyes. I nod gently, My heart racing. I'm not exactly sure about all of this. I don't know if I'm ready to see what I'm about to remember. But it can't really be that bad, right?
I watch as Salvation plugs the USB into my wrist. I take a deep breath when a surge of pain goes up my arm and neck into my head.