Mmm…' Sarah moaned, pissed by the warm light hitting her skin. She
was exhausted. "5 more minutes…" she mumbled as she begged herself
"just five more minutes and then we'll get up and get things done." But
there is no more sleep for her now that her overly anxious planner side
was awake. She slowly opened her eyes, grumbling to herself as the
bright sun rays graced her vision. The first sight was a little blurry, she
had been so drunk last night and now her head was pounding. She
yawned, and rubbed her eyes, the second sight was unfamiliar. It didn't
look like her hotel room or any of the ones she remembers from the
days before. She blinked a couple of times before analyzing the room. It
was large and elegantly decorated, the detail was too precise, not like a
hotel. If it were a hotel she'd have to break her bank to pay for such a
luxurious room. But if it wasn't a hotel....
The realization that she was at a random person's house and
could possibly have been kidnaped hit her hard. She was quick to jump
out of the blankets and check herself. After confirming that she had not
been abused she hastily let out a breathe of relieve. Her heart rate
plummeted again, she was in Italy which was unchartered territory for
her and now she was at this house and didn't know how to get back to
her friends. Why was she here? What if the home owner was a human
trafficker? What if they wanted her organs? No. she had to leave, right
away.
She looked around the room for her phone and the purse she
had last night. She couldn't find either of them. "Never mind. Let's
leave this place first. What was the hotel name? Muz…, lux? Ruz...….
Something. Damn I can't remember? Why did I drink so much? Is the
door even open?" her mind was all over the place. Eventually she madeit to the door and upon pulling once it opened. She somewhat regained
some of her composure. It can't be that bad if the doors are not closed
or tightly guarded. Staring at the long hallway extending on either sides
of her vision she chose to go right. She was panting, what if she got
caught? She still didn't know how she had gotten here in the first place.
In her panicked state she tried to figure out her next move and
remember the events from the night before, simultaneously.
"Ruzzini Palace" her lips when ahead and blurted, at least now she
knew where to go from here all she had to do was get out. She had
walked for what felt like 20 minutes but she was still in that damned
hallway and for some reason she felt like she had walked past the exact
same spot three time by now.
In another corner of the mansion, a man looked down at the
security footage on his tablet with a face full of amusement. Being able
to get lost so much must be a skill on its own. Suddenly the little
woman in the video dropped her jacket to the ground and walked on. A
smile traced his lips. It seems the little woman had figured out that she
might be caught in a loop. At his time a wicked thought crossed his
mind. What if he had someone go over and pick up the jacket before
she gets back? She would be so confused walking through an endless
hallway. But that was just a thought. He didn't wish to act on it, just
thought it would be funny. At this moment a man in a suit came up to
him and announced that breakfast was ready to be served.
"Well I guess its time to feed her now. She must be tired from all
that walking." He said to himself. With that he left his sit and walked
into the house. Going straight towards the young lady who was just
about to pick up her jacket after figuring out that she was stuck in a loop
"Are you lost?" A husky voice sounded from behind her, slow
and deep, an extremely sexy voice. She'd have been simping right now
if not for the fact that she wasn't sure what fate she would have and
this man could well be her abductor. The thought flashed through her
mind again and she felt her throat dry up. Without turning around she
replied in the most fearful voice ever, she did not even know that she
could sound so pitiful. "Yea it seems so. Hi. I don't know how I got here"
Hearing what a scared little cat she sounded like the man couldn't
help smirking. "I know how you got here. In my car, I brought you
here." He said casually. She panicked, her eyes shut tight. This man was
indeed her abductor. What did he want? Money? Was he a human
trafficker? Would he murder her? Her mind was spiraling. Two seconds
felt like forever. She suddenly decided to negotiate for her head
because she wasn't about to die in a foreign country and ruin her best
friend's wedding.
Slowly she turned around, her hands glued to her face, covering her
eyes tightly. "Kind sir, I don't know why you brought me here but I can
assure you that you have the wrong person. If you want money, trust
me, you are richer than me. Plus no one will pay a ransom for me, I
don't have a family. I only have one kidney and my lungs are lousy so
cutting me up won't do you any good either."
At this point he was cracking up inside, he tried so hard to hold back
his laughter and to stay in character, "hmm. What if I don't want
money? I never planned to cut you open." He said somewhat
mysteriously. "What do you want then?" she asked anxiously her hands
still glued to her eyes she was getting really scared now. She didn't like
how unbothered his tone was. It was like he'd done this before. Was he
a psychopath? With such a nice voice? What a shame.
"If you want me…....You… deserve better." She said quite hesitantly.
"Look my eyes are closed and I can't see you. I don't know what you
look like or where I am. If you just blindfold me and drive me out of
here, we can pretend we never met. I won't go to the police, I don't
even know your name." she was almost most pleading at this point.
Hearing the reason why she had her eyes closed, he could not hold
himself back and let a low chuckle escape his throat. To her it sounded
quite intimidating, although it was pleasing to the ears. Composing
himself once more he took a couple of steps towards her. He bent over
slightly and whispered into her ears "my name is Aldo Aicardi. I didn't
think you would forget so soon, Sarah."
"You know my name?"
"Of course. Ndolo Sarah Etoundi, 28 year old female, Cameroonian
national, former figure skater, studied at Harvard business school.
You're here for your best friend's wedding." She almost fell to the
ground hearing a stranger calmly tell her own biography.