Striking Resemblance
Ryan pov…..
"She's nowhere to be found," he said, his voice shaking. "I've looked everywhere, and I can't find her." His words filled me with dread, and I stood there, frozen, trying to figure out what to do next. My mind was racing, trying to come up with a solution, but all I could think about was the worst-case scenario.
"How long has she been missing?" I managed to ask, after what felt like an eternity of silence. I needed to know how long we had to find her, and I needed to know what to do next. My mind was racing, but I knew I had to stay calm and try to figure this out.
"One of the maids said she saw her in the garden not too long ago," he said, his voice urgent. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. If she had been in the garden, then she could be anywhere by now.
"Has anyone visited her in the garden before she went missing?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I needed to figure out if someone had been there, and if they might know something about what happened to her.
"The guard said, 'Not that we know of, sir. She was alone, as far as we know.' But I couldn't help but doubt that," I thought. "My brother is not someone to be trusted. He's devious and manipulative, and he'll do whatever it takes to get what he wants." I didn't want to believe that he could be involved in something so sinister, but I couldn't rule it out.
"There's no need to call him," I said, my voice hard and firm. "Even if he's with her, he'll lie about it. We need to track him and make sure he doesn't leave before we can confront him.
"Contact our investigators right away," I said, my voice cold and hard. "And I'll call the police. We need to find my wife before it's too late. She could be in serious danger." I turned and walked away, trying to keep my emotions under control. But inside, I was panicking, and my mind was racing with thoughts of what might have happened to her. But why do I even care?
Olivia pov...
My eyelids felt heavy, as if they were weighed down by some unseen force. I struggled to open them, but it was as if a lead weight was pressing down on my head. I tried to move, but my limbs felt like they were made of lead. Every part of me felt weighed down, as if gravity had suddenly increased tenfold.
After several failed attempts, I finally managed to pry my eyelids open. But instead of light, I was greeted by darkness. It was as if I had been plunged into a deep well of blackness, and I felt a wave of panic rise within me. But as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I began to make out the shape of a small room around me. It was then that I realized I was locked in.
"Help!" I screamed, my voice hoarse with panic. "Someone, please help me!" But my words were met with silence. I felt the walls closing in around me, and I struggled to breathe. And then, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen, making me double over in agony. I couldn't tell if I was in labor, or if the stress and fear were simply taking their toll on my body.
"Shut up, you crazy bitch!" a harsh voice snapped, followed by a sudden burst of light in my eyes. I recoiled, my eyes blinded by the brightness. I couldn't make out the shape of the person who had spoken, but I could tell they were angry. And I realized with a sickening dread that I was not alone in this room.
"There's no need to be scared, poor thing," the voice cooed, though there was an edge of menace to their tone. The light was still shining in my eyes, and I squinted against it, trying to get a glimpse of the person behind it. But all I could see was a bright blur, and I felt even more helpless and frightened.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he barked, his grip on my face tightening painfully. He forced me to look directly into the light, and I felt a sharp stab of pain in my eyes. I tried to turn my head away, but his grip was unyielding. I felt completely at his mercy, and a wave of panic washed over me.
"Please..." I began, but my words were cut off by a sharp slap across my face. The sting of it sent a jolt of pain through my body, and I cringed, whimpering in pain and fear. The light was still shining in my eyes, and I felt completely trapped and helpless.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, and in that moment, I wished for nothing more than death. "Just end it," I pleaded, my voice hoarse with emotion. "Slice that knife through my chest, so I can rest in peace. I'm tired of this life, and everyone in it." I no longer cared what he might do to me - I just wanted the pain to stop.
"No, it's not time for you to die, sweetheart," he said, his voice hard and commanding. "You have a lot of work to do for me, and you can't give up now." He leaned in closer, and I could smell the stench of his breath as he spoke.
"Show me your face, you bastard," I shouted, my voice hoarse from fear and desperation. "Who are you? What do you want from me? What have I ever done to you to deserve this?" I was trembling with anger and fear, and I knew I had to stand up for myself, even if it meant putting myself in danger.
He just laughed, leaning even closer. "Are you sure you want to see my face?" he asked, his voice taunting. "You might faint when you find out who I am. Are you sure you can handle it?" He seemed to enjoy toying with me, making me squirm with fear and curiosity. I was terrified, but I couldn't resist finding out the truth. "Yes," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I want to know."
I felt his hand grip my face, forcing me to look at him. The torchlight was now shining on his face, and I had to force myself not to recoil in horror. His face was scarred and disfigured, as if he had been attacked by someone with a knife. I felt my stomach lurch as I took in the sight of his grotesque features, and I struggled to maintain my composure.
"What do you think of my face?" he chuckled, letting go of my face. I tried to catch my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. "Impressive, isn't it?" he asked, a cruel glint in his eye. I felt a surge of anger rise within me, but I knew I had to remain calm. I didn't want to provoke him any further.
"Wait, where's Ethan?" I asked, the realization hitting me like a wave. He was the one who had abducted me, and I hadn't seen him since we had arrived at this place. Had he been here the whole time? Or was he long gone?
"Oh, Ethan? He's doing just fine. He'll be here any moment now, he's got something to take care of." His tone was suddenly pleasant, which only made me more suspicious. What was he up to? What had he done with Ethan? I felt a knot of fear forming in my stomach.
"Why me?" I asked, my voice rising. "What did I ever do to deserve this? Why did he kidnap me?" I was desperate for answers, but I knew he was unlikely to give them to me. I felt like a trapped animal, cornered and scared.
"I'm sorry, I can't answer that question," he said, his voice devoid of any emotion. "But I can tell you this: I would have mistaken you for my boss because of your resemblance to her" I was shocked and confused. Why would I look like someone I don't even know?
"Why would you mistake me for someone I don't even know?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. This was all very strange, and I had so many questions.
"I'm not at liberty to tell you anything more," he said, his voice final and unyielding. "When she arrives, you'll see her for yourself. In the meantime, please don't worry." His words were meant to be reassuring, but they only served to increase my anxiety.
"The boss is here," I heard from outside the door. My head jerked up, and I wondered who this "boss" could be. The guard had been so evasive about everything, and now there was this mysterious "boss" on the way. I felt like I was in the middle of a thriller novel, and I had no idea what was going to happen next.
"You'll see her now," the guard said, and my curiosity grew even more. Who was this "her" that the guard kept referring to? And what would happen when I saw her? The suspense was killing me, and I had to know what was going on. I was stuck in a nightmare of unanswered questions.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and a silhouette appeared in the doorway. "Is this her?" I heard a woman's voice say. She walked towards us, and I squinted, trying to make out her features. Was this the mysterious "her" that the guard had been talking about? My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was on the edge of my seat.
"Yes, ma'am, this is her," the guard replied, bowing his head in deference. I was surprised by his humble demeanor – he had been so terse and mysterious before. Who was this woman who had him acting so submissive?
The lady knelt down In front of me, and I could feel her breath on my face. "Oh, she really does look just like me," she said, a mocking tone in her voice. "This is going to be easier than I thought." With that, she pulled down the mask that had been covering her face. And then I saw it. A face identical to mine, staring back at me
"Surprised?" she asked, a sly smile on her lips as she gazed into my wide-eyed face. I was at a loss for words, unable to comprehend what I was seeing. A face that was exactly like mine, staring back at me. It was as if I was looking in a mirror, except the reflection was alive and speaking to me. I didn't know what to think or say.