Captive: Chapter 1
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Victoria Allen was recently fired from her career as a detective for the San Francisco Police Department because she had become obsessed with trying to figure out what had happened to her brother, who had died in an accidental fire. The thing is, she believes that it wasn't an accident. She finds out that it wasn't an accident, but she still isn't sure who killed him. Then, as she's searching for clues, Victoria is kidnapped by someone who takes her to their home and ties her down in their basement. Victoria has her ideas of what will happen next, but oh, they are all far from correct. Let's take a look at how she'll react when she finds out that she's fallen in love with her captor... and her captor has fallen in love with her.
(Lol I'm gonna have to do multiple posts for this)
Chapter 1
Silence. Not another sound could be heard besides the tapping of pencil on paper and the rapid beat of my own heart. I inhaled deeply, holding my breath. Reading over what I had written down already, I sighed and slammed my notebook closed, closing my brown eyes and shaking my head.
“It wasn’t an accident, I know it wasn’t. They told everyone, including me, that one of the Teslas he was working on caught fire. The thing is, he never worked with Teslas. Jake worked on Toyota cars. That means… they must have been covering up the real story to avoid causing a panic.”
I mumbled this to myself, then nodding and writing down what I had discovered. My short blonde hair fell into my face, which I brushed out of the way. My chocolate brown eyes stared intently at the lined paper I was writing on. My penmanship was fairly neat, with only a mistake here and there. I liked it that way; I always found myself to be a very organized person.
I looked over to her right and saw my phone buzzing repeatedly. The caller ID stated ‘Tony Callumn.’ My boss, and the manager of the San Francisco Detective Agency. I plucked my phone from the wooden coffee table and held it to my ear, clicking the ‘Answer Call’ button on the screen.
“Hello?” I began.
“Ms. Allen, you’re needed at the agency for an assignment. Please report here immediately,” Tony said, his voice deep and stern.
“Okay, give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be there,” I said in response before hanging up the phone. I subconsciously brushed specks of dirt off of my jeans and walked over to my bedroom, where I changed into an outfit of a silky white sleeveless blouse, a dark chocolate brown coat, a beige skirt, and dark brown boots along with a beige beret. The outfit itself sounded very bland, but it looked better than it sounded. Plus, brown was the main color of the Dark Academia aesthetic.
* * *
“So, we are going to need you to-”
“Wait a second,” I mumbled to myself, blatantly interrupting my boss’s words. I glanced out of the transparent window and saw someone walking briskly outside. It could have been an ordinary pedestrian, but something was off. The way he constantly looked around to see if anyone was following or watching him. The object in his pants that looked suspiciously like… was that a knife?
“He could have something to do with Jake’s death…” I muttered softly. I ignored it but I did hear an annoyed huff come from behind me.
“Miss Allen, I’m going to have to ask you to turn in your place here at the department. You have become… obsessed… with finding out what happened to your late brother, and this has caused you to not be able to focus on the important matters at hand. Please turn in your badge.”
I spun around to face Tony with a crestfallen expression.
“What..?” I breathed out. Tony nodded and held out his hand for my badge.
“You heard me,” he said.
I sighed and looked down to my shoes, knowing that there was nothing I could do. I unpinned my badge from my shirt and slammed it into Tony’s hand. Stomping out of the office, I turned back and said one last thing:
“Good luck without me.”
“Who are you-” I was cut off as I felt a cold and on my mouth and an arm hooked around my waist. The gloved hand muffled my shocked screams, and whoever had grabbed me was unmistakably strong, because they easily kept me detained.
“I’m someone not to be trifled with,” the man saw in a low, gravely voice. “Now stay quiet and I won’t hurt you.”
* * *
The man placed a cloth over my eyes as he brought me somewhere. Where, I didn’t know. All I knew was that it was hot, and I was wearing a large, thick coat that trapped in the heat.
He tied me to a small, metal chair and released the blindfold, allowing me to see him. Well, I couldn’t actually see his face, as it was covered by a dark mask.
My fear was evident during this, which caused the man to chuckle in amusement.
“Don’t worry, Angel,” he said to me. “I’m not part of sex trafficking or anything like that. I simply had to detain you here for the time being, seeing as you suspect something of me. Would you mind telling me what it is you’re suspecting me of?”
I stopped.
“Why should I tell you that?” I asked him, my voice trembling noticeably. He simply chuckled again and stepped closer to me, kneeling down on one knee to stare at me directly in the face. His steely grey eyes stared into my brown ones, and the dove through my soul, attempting to find all of the hidden secrets lurking beneath the surface.
“Because I asked you to. And because I can hurt you; would you rather tell me why you’re suspecting me of something, or would you rather me slit your wrists?”
Looking down, I sighed.
“I suspected you of killing my brother- have you done that?”
The man raised an eyebrow. “It’s possible. I don’t know. Why don’t you give me his name, his appearance, and a good reason why I’d want to kill him- then maybe I can tell you if I killed him or not.”
“His name is Jake Allen. He has dark brown hair, brown eyes, fairly attractive, and he has a good amount of money; you might’ve wanted that,” I said to him quietly. Another spine-chilling chuckle echoed from his throat.
“He doesn’t sound like one of my victims; I don’t kill for money. I honestly find that to be very petty indeed, don’t you feel the same?” He said to me, his breath warm on my face. I shuddered and looked away.
“What’s wrong, Angel?”
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong…”
* * *
Hunter Greene walked slowly down the dimly-lit alleyway behind the San Francisco Police Department building. He halted and sighed. His agency partner, Victoria Allen, had just been fired, to his dismay. She was very talented, and he was honestly worried for her, considering the fact that she had recently become obsessed with finding out what had happened to her late brother. Everyone, including him, had tried to convince her that it was an accident, but every time, she refused to believe it.
He started walking again but then paused once more as he felt his foot collide with an object that was lying on the ground below him. Looking down, he saw a black faux leather journal. It seemed familiar- too familiar. Then suddenly it hit him while he was trying to remember where he had seen it before.
Flashes of it passed through his mind. When she noted on a case, when she wrote something down that he told her, when she was simply doodling; this was Victoria’s journal.
Hunter picked up the journal and flipped to the most recent writing.
I know that Jake’s death wasn’t an accident. If it was, then why would they try to cover up the truth? I’m watching someone right now; he’s lurking outside of the building. He seems suspicious; like he’s trying to get away from someone. Or he’s hiding something. Or both. It also seems as if he’s carrying a knife. I’m going to follow him- he might be the culprit of Jake’s untimely death. If not then he may have an idea of who it is.
Okay, I’m following him now. No- wait- he’s gone. I look down for one second and he’s not there. Whe -
Hunter picked up the journal and flipped to the most recent writing.
I know that Jake’s death wasn’t an accident. If it was, then why would they try to cover up the truth? I’m watching someone right now; he’s lurking outside of the building. He seems suspicious; like he’s trying to get away from someone. Or he’s hiding something. Or both. It also seems as if he’s carrying a knife. I’m going to follow him- he might be the culprit of Jake’s untimely death. If not then he may have an idea of who it is.
Okay, I’m following him now. No- wait- he’s gone. I look down for one second and he’s not there. Where is he~
The writing trailed off.
All Hunter could think when he read her journal entry was:
Oh no…
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