Bound To The Shadow

Blossom's POV.

As I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with an unfamiliar ceiling. The room was small, with drab gray walls that seemed to close in on me. The air was stale, and I could taste the dust on my tongue.

I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down. My head pounded, and my mouth felt dry and sticky.

As I looked around, I saw that I was in some kind of dingy motel room. The bed was a single, narrow affair, with a worn-out blanket tossed over it. There was a small table in the corner, with a chair tucked underneath. On the table, there was a glass of water, a plate with a sandwich, and a note.

I struggled to sit up again, this time managing to prop myself up against the headboard. I reached for the note, my hands shaking slightly as I unfolded it.

I looked around the room again, searching for any clues. There was a small window on one wall, but it was barred, with thick iron rods that looked impossible to bend.

I was trapped.

Panic began to set in, my heart racing as I realized the true extent of my situation. I was a prisoner, held captive by unknown kidnappers.

And I had no idea what they wanted with me.

I had no clue what they wanted from me.

Just then, I heard footsteps approaching the room—multiple pairs of them.

I thought about either pretending to be still unconscious or just staying still.

In the end, fear made the decision for me.

I quickly lay back on the bed and closed my eyes.

The door creaked open, and the sound of their footsteps resonated throughout the room.

Two of them stopped while one approached the bed.

Once at the bed, it paused—as if the person was clearly staring at me.

I did my utmost to avoid revealing any signs of waking up.

"Wow! So here lies the famous daughter of Harrison and Vincent's beloved. No wonder he couldn't take his eyes off her," he remarked as he settled onto the bed.

*Harrison?! That's my dad! How on earth is he famous here too? That old man follows my mom and me everywhere we go. What does he have to do with my kidnapping?*

He traced his fingers lightly over my face.

"How much did you administer to her?" his low, intimidating voice inquired.

"Five milligrams of Diazepam, sir," came the reply from another man, a slight tremor in his tone.

"Good. That should keep her unconscious for a while. Did she give you any trouble?"

"A little, sir; she stabbed my leg with a small knife."

A chuckle escaped the menacing voice, sending chills down my spine as he continued his unsettling touch to my face. "Well, you didn't think you could snatch Vincent's princess without some sort of consequence, did you?"

"Alright then, let’s prepare. Did you implant it?" He finally rose from the bed and addressed the other man.

*Implant what?!*

"Yes, sir," came the anxious reply.

"Mmm, let’s move," he stated and strode out of the room.

Once the door clicked shut, I exhaled silently. I had been feigning unconsciousness for some time, but it appeared my captors intended to keep me sedated for a lengthy duration.