Goosebumps lined Vera's skin, and her heart began to hit hard against the wall of her chest, like it wanted to break out. Never had she in her wildest dreams imagine that Kent would have a gun, and would fearlessly point it to her neck after telling her he liked her. Her eyes became restless, and it felt like she was going to have a panic attack. Her body went stiff but that didn't stop her bones from trembling. She tried to tell herself he wouldn't shoot, but unfortunately her brain was screaming: Shoot! Bang!! Dead!!! She shivered, and closed her eyes tight, as the sweet scent of apples filled her nostrils. The hand was soft, not too big. She'd call it a medium sized hand, but its grip was strong. She could taste blood where he'd slapped her lips against her teeth, and he moved backwards. She followed, not wanting to anger him, and he whispered in her ear. "Evidence?" It was a strangled whisper, and she couldn't find his real voice in the whisper. A muffled whimper escaped her, and she felt the gun press deeper against her skin. Fear formed like a lump in her throat, which she couldn't swallow no matter how hard she tried. "Scream and you'll be dead." He threatened taking down the gun, slowly. He also released her mouth. Vera's hands flew to her mouth to try to stop the muffled sounds of fear escaping her, and her eyes watered. In a single motion, she was struck. His hand had connected smoothly with her neck, and she was knocked out. Vera almost fell to the floor, but was caught. Any form of noise wasn't needed. She was dragged into a room slowly, with grunts. It turned out she weighed more than she looked. On the bed was a figure laying down, sleeping, and completely unaware of anything happening. A stool was dragged to the centre of the room, and after being climbed, a floorboard in the ceiling was slid aside, revealing another room above. Vera was taken carefully, and the stool was climbed again. She was pushed through the large square hole, and landed on the floor, totally locked between the walls of her subconscious.Then the floorboard was sealed back. Sarah and Katie—the two ladies, who had been taken earlier began to cry, but dared not let the sound of their cries be heard. They knew Vera, and even though they hadn't spent much time together, they liked her. It felt so bad to see her stuck with them. They had lived in constant fear ever since they'd been taken, and with no clue where they were, they were rendered completely helpless. They wondered what she had been doing outside late at night because she wasn't in her nighties like they were, but in a luxury shirt, and Jean pants. But either way, they were sad for her, and for themselves. "What are you staring at?" The voice was no longer in a strangled whisper, but in the normal regular voice they had heard so many times, before they were kidnapped. Vera was bound strongly by ropes. Her body was bound, and so were her wrists, and feet. It was going to be almost impossible for her to free herself. "Nice tools here. I bet Madame Boyle doesn't even know she has such a beautiful playing space with great gadgets, and equipment. Doubt she knows half of what's going on at her inn. "All she cares about is notes and more notes dropping into her hands from the customers. Heck, I have no doubts she'd even dance naked for money. Not that anyone would want to watch though." Finally, Vera was bound in the way Sarah and Katie were bound. "Now, we simply have to wait." ~ Vera opened her eyes slowly, and felt like she had been placed in a pod of some sort. She tried to move, but movement seemed impossible. Then she looked down at herself, and her eyes widened. She'd been bound. Her hands and feet had separate ropes. So did her body. She began to struggle to wiggle her wrists out of the ropes. At least, if was successfully, then there would also be a possibility she could free her body from its ropes, but she was wrong. Her wrists only hurt from rubbing them against the harsh ropes. Finally, she gave up, and looked around. She spotted two moth-eaten sofas, rags, dusty shelves, and abandoned furniture… The place looked like an attic that hadn't been visited in years. Where was she? Still in the room? Somewhere else? She doubted somewhere like that existed in the suite. Then she spotted Katie and Sarah. Their hair was a mess, not being combed for days, and their clothes were stained with something brownish in different spots. They looked terrified, then the man in the cloak walked to them, with a large bowl. From the smell of what floated out, she could tell it was baby food. He fed the both of them, and Vera's heart lurched. Was she going to find mercy in Kent's eyes? The women looked haunted, even as they were fed, and Vera began to look around for a door. After searching, she turned back to Katie, and Sarah, only to realize Kent had turned, and was staring at her. His face was still hidden by the hood, but he looked scary, and Vera found it had to tear her eyes off him. Standing there, he looked a little shorter, and weirder. Kent was someone Vera wished she had never met. Everything about him was creepy. "Layla would be so disappointed in you. You're the selfish one, who always wants to have everything his way." She spat at him. Anger was the only way she could try fighting back her fear. "Layla?" He whispered lightly, and stuck his hand into his cloak. His hands found his shoulder, and pulled. A piece of cloth came down, then he stuck his other hand in his cloak again, aiming for the other shoulder, he pulled it, and another piece of cloth came tumbling down. Vera could see that the large shoulders had visibly reduced to something small. Then, at last the cloak was taken back, and Vera was shocked to see red hair tumbling down in waves.