Hi all!! I’m so sorry this post is a little late! My schedule all week has been nothing but chaos. Between work and writing…I had to rewrite my paperback manuscript for my last book because it got deleted when I tried to upload it for publishing. So, I’ve been working around the clock to get that done. I finally finished it yesterday. It is up now for purchase on my amazon page for any of you that are interested. Also, we got a new peak hour schedule through Lyft. So, it’s been a task getting used to that as a full time driver.
Now, I’m starting my next two projects: Book 2 to Saving Her and a new book that is not in my series called It’s Not Fair. I can also get back to my blog routine as well. So, with that being said, here is part 5 to the mysterious thriller…what really happened? Will Cassandra survive? Or will she perish in the darkness alone?
The next few hours dragged by as I contemplated my life and how it all came to be this way. How? How and why?
Randall never did answer all of my questions. All he told me was I deserved this…I deserved to be chained away in his custody like this. Was this his way of saying that if he couldn’t have me that nobody could?
If he was going to eventually kill me, I at least deserved to know everything. After all, I would be taking it all away with me to my grave at this point.
The pain in my wrists and my side was starting to subside which only meant that I was near death. I could feel all my blood on the floor around me as I moved my legs closer to my body. Did I want the light on anymore to see the damages? No…I’d rather die in the darkness that way my soul wouldn’t be tainted by the sight of what this place really looks like. Somehow, the not knowing is way more soothing than the knowing.
I could feel strands of hair falling into my face as I tried desperately to blow them away. With each attempt and fail, I could feel the tears welling up more in my eyes. It wasn’t long now until I exploded into a hysterical fit of sobs.
I heard a door opening and closing fiercely in the near distance. Then, footsteps that practically ran up to me. The sounds had me scared and shivering from head to toe.
“You are going into another room,” Randall’s voice responds from in front of me.
“W…why?” I choked out in almost a whisper.
“Never mind that–“
“Randall! What are you doing with me? Why? Where am I? Why did you take me?” All the questions rambled out in a rush as I fought his touch against my body and wrists. “Randall! Answer me! I deserve answers! If you are going to kill me, then I deserve to know! Obviously, I’m taking your secret to my grave, so just tell me!”
The tears were spilling over as I cried loudly. Terrified and angry at Randall for doing this to me with no explanations other than I deserved it. What exactly did I deserve in his eyes?
“You need to be quiet!” He spat in my face.
“Then tell me! Tell me how I got here,” I countered. “If you answer me honestly, I’ll do whatever you want.”
Randall took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.
“I will explain everything to you once I move you into a different room. You have to cooperate with me, though. I don’t want to have to kill you, Cassandra.”
That answer had me feeling relieved. So, he wasn’t planning on killing me. He just planned on keeping me hostage for some odd reason. I nodded.
With that answer, he untied my wrists and grabbed onto them with one hand so I wouldn’t try fighting against him. Then, in one swift movement, he picked me up from underneath and cradled me in his arms as we moved from the dark corner to another dark room down the hall somewhere. I gathered the door was already opened as Randall swiftly walked through the open doorway with my feet barely touching the door frame as he stepped through. I could feel him setting me on top of a hard, cold mattress. A bedroom? The room was darker than the corner he had me in…what was happening?
“Randall…what are we doing in here?” I asked shakily.
“You wanted answers,” he replied as he shut the door and locked it. “Then, you are my slave after that.”
Instantly, I regretted agreeing to doing whatever he wanted. I only said it to try and get him to talk…I don’t know why I didn’t think he would take it literally.
“W…what are you going to do?” I asked quietly as the shivers appeared once again to remind me that I am still alive.
“First, give you the answers you have been seeking. Remember that party? At Leah’s?” Randall asked in a soft voice as I heard him pulling a chair up to the bed to sit in front of me.
How could he see in the pitch blackness? Did he have those night vision goggles on? He had to…there was no way he could be maneuvering around in the darkness like this without falling or tripping over something.
“Yeah?” I responded shakily.
“Do you remember talking to Conner outside on the back deck?”
I though a moment before responding.
I didn’t like where this was going. The shivers got worse with each hunch I had.
“I was at that party, you know…looking for you…”
“Yeah. I went specifically for you. Little did I know, I would find you flirting your way in with Conner Evans. So, I let you and Conner have your fun. Minute by minute, I grew angrier, but I couldn’t draw attention to myself…” Randall began.
“Randall…what did you do to Conner? Is he here with me?” I asked. I don’t know why I though Randall would’ve kidnapped Conner as well. Maybe it was a hopeful hunch that between the both of us we could escape this.
Randall laughed slightly.
“No. You are here alone. Actually, Conner Evans….he won’t be missed by many.”
“Where is he?” I spat out. Anger replaced my fear in this moment. Conner had to be OK…he just had to be…
Randall laughed again this time a little louder. The sound made the shivers harder to control.
“What is it that the fisherman always say? Oh, yes…Conner is now swimming with the fishes. Well, his body is, now,” Randall answered in a matter-of-fact tone.
My heart sank to the bottom pits of my chest cavity. What did he just say? Is he admitting to killing Conner?
“What? You killed Conner?” I asked.
“I had no choice, Cassandra. Conner was a fighter and threatened to warn you about me. I couldn’t let that happen–“
“Yeah, well, he had every right to warn me about you!” I shouted.
“Cass, you need to cooperate like you promised. If you don’t, I won’t keep talking and I’ll have to inflict pain on you…pain I don’t want to inflict. You see, I didn’t mean to kill Conner Evans. A simple blow to the head enabled him from ever waking up again. He knew you were mine. He knew I had my sights set on you, but he still pursued you anyway. You, on the other hand, did no better by playing into his flirty hands like a whore in heat. I had to get you away from all that. I had to get you all to myself, so once Conner was knocked out and stuffed into the trunk of my car, I followed you. I followed your every movement, and studied everything about you. You had no idea the entire night that Conner was never coming back. I even had one girl tell you that he went home for the night because he wasn’t feeling well and you believed it. Naive you are. Once you were alone, I sneaked up behind you and spiced your drink. You didn’t notice because you were so drunk at that point. I stood there watching you as you passed out in my arms. I told everyone I had to take you home because you were too drunk and passed out. Poor Leah begged me to have you stay the night, but I told her you had asked me to be your designated driver. She believed me…they all did. I threw Conner’s body into the lake outside of town after that. You didn’t wake up til days later…you know the rest,” Randall explained quietly as if there were people standing on the outside of the door listening to us.
Was this some kind of joke? Was he being serious with me? A part of me couldn’t help to think he was lying to me, or at least hiding part of the story from me…the part he didn’t want me to know.
“I don’t believe you,” I said after a moment of processing what he just confessed to me.
“You heard me. I. Don’t. Believe. You,” I repeated making sure I enunciated every syllable angrily.
“I knew you wouldn’t cooperate or believe anything I told you. Why would you when I kidnapped you, right? That is why you’re in this room. You are going to eat, Cassandra,” Randall said sharply as he stood and pushed the chair away. “Whether you like it or not. No more fighting. If you don’t eat, then I guess you will perish in this room. The way I see it, I’m doing you a favor in not murdering you for disobeying me earlier and being unfaithful to me at the party.”
“I’m not yours, Randall! I never was!” I shouted angrily. A burst of confidence surging through my veins.
“Yes, you are. The sooner you accept that, the better your fate will be in this room.”
“Is that why you took me? To prove a point that if you can’t have me then nobody can, right?” I asked suddenly before he exited the room leaving me alone again.
With that, Randall exited and locked the door behind him. I was alone once again in the darkness. He could’ve at least turned a light on for me if I was going to be stuck in this room forever. Maybe he didn’t want me capturing my surroundings in fear of eventually escaping and running to the police…
With the answers he gave me running through my head, I sat cross legged on the cold bed, put my head into my hands, and cried. I cried for Conner. I cried for his family. I cried for my family. Last, I cried for myself.