Some people write their own fate or some people believe in destiny and let the course of the path that is chosen for them take its course. I never knew where I stood. A part of me hoped that I would find out in time but deep down my every move seemed to have a purpose. A purpose chose for me since I was born. Unravelling the secrets meant I had to grow up and dig more into my past. At least that's what my gut was telling me.
"William" I whispered.
"That wasn't so hard now was it" he said in a soothing voice.
My heartbeat accelerated at a thousand beats per second. I wondered if he could hear it.
"Calm down" he slowly said in my ear. His finger rested on my pulse on my wrist. Was he counting my heart rates?
I was shaking and confused and in some way excited. He never noticed once showed any interest in High School towards me.
I let go and detached myself from him. I bumped into two people, I turned around mumbling a sorry and made my way towards the entrance doors that led into the masquerade hall.
I managed to make eye contact with Dean my bodyguard. He sensed something was wrong and gave me a nod and started walking towards me.
This whole night, I have had the feeling that this is more than just a masquerade ball. Something weird and slightly frightening is happening here and I wish nothing more than to get away from it.
I was at least three metres away from the door, two men stuck by it. "Miss I'm sorry, but you cannot pass through".
"Let me throu-" I started to argue.
"I have authorisation" Dean said from behind. They gave each other a quick nod and the big doors opened. Stepping through the doors, I went through before my guard. The sound of my heels clicking the wooden floor echoed in the large room as I quickly walked as far as I could from the Ball room.
I could start hearing the outside noise and I knew I was approaching the doors which led outside with all the reporters and photographers still situated there.
"Miss Princeton, are you alright?" Dean managed to make out.
"Ye- no, no I am not alright. I haven't been here more than an hour and I already want to leave, Dean do you even agree with all this?" I ran my hands through my hair keeping my eyes fixated on the entrance doors of the building.
Exasperating my frustration, I awaited Dean's response.
No response.
"Okay, don't answer that, but really for what, forcing us to find 'the one'" shaking my head the silence was almost deafening.
No response.
"Dean!" I frustratedly shouted as I finally turned around.
I saw him lying unconscious on the ground.
"Oh my god" I ran to him. Checking to see any possible injuries, he may be having a heart attack. I started panicking and opened my mouth to call for help.
But before I could someone pulled me from behind and put their hand over my mouth. I tried to scream and found that no use, I punched the person in the leg. A groan came out, a male one. I didn't stay around to find out who it was.
I stood up almost tripping over my own dress and ran. I saw a door, prying it open in fear I let myself inside closing the door behind me.
It was a mechanical room. I ran straight and turned the corner. So many shelves, chairs and tables stacked together in rows probably extra equipment for the masquerade. I went in between a row and heard the door open.
Looking around in panic "think, think" I mouthed to myself. I quickly took the strap off my heels and threw them on the other side of the room. I ran towards the far end of the row and knelt down.
"Fuck" I mouthed.
I waited a couple of more seconds but the more I thought about it the more I needed to just go for it, at least make a run for it. I stood up slowly and checked the row, no one was there, I checked the other side, no one was there. There could be a downstairs somewhere and he might've went through that way.
But then again I did throw those shoes. It always works in movies as a distraction right?
I heard a small thud. And stopped immediately. I started moving backwards till I hit something.. or someone. Suddenly I was pushed harshly against the wall. I groaned and my hair sprawled everywhere on my face.
"Thought you could get away, huh?" A deep males voice said.
I kneed him in his manhood, he then loosened up a bit and I managed to get out of his grip, which half worked "Let me go" I tried pushing him off me but he grabbed me again and pressed his body against mine to stop my shaken figure as I shook violently to get out of his grasp.
"Stop fighting it Victoria" he was out of breath and so was I. He gently took his hand and moved my hair into place. My breath quickened, I still couldn't make out who he was. He smelt so good.
He moved a strand behind my ear and just stood there, staring at me.
"Why me?" I said more to myself than him as tears threatened to come out. I tried to free myself from his grip. Maybe I was just another one of his victims that he thinks he can play with.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this day" he says darkly, I froze. This is how I'm going to die, he's a psychopath. A stalker who took an interest in me. Was I just somebody merely at a place at the wrong time for me to have this kind of outcome for me.
"Please, I don't know you" I lied while looking in his eyes, they were a dark shade of blue. I instantly regognised his features even behind the mask. "But you do little one" and with that, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder injecting something in my leg.
"Put me down" ignoring me he walked further into the room.
He placed me down rather roughly, I lost my balance. I closed my eyes and prepared to potentially fall but I felt no impact.
"You can open your eyes now princess" I opened my eyes just in time to see him rolling his own. I stepped back a little bit and with my hands, I tried to brush the dust off my dress.
"Really, the.. 'throw the shoe to the other side of the room trick'" he lightly shook his head in amusement.
"Really, throwing me over your shoulder trick" Okay that sounded a lot better in my head, although I still mocked him. I started to feel lightheaded.
Did he just inject me with something? Widening my eyes I looked at him in shock.
"You could've walked" he said. I was utterly confused. "You literally tried to kidnap me, you even put your hands over my mouth like some sort of serial killer" he opened his mouth to reply.
"Not to mention, what the fuck did you do to Dean" I pointed my finger at his bored expression. He didn't reply instead his eyes were fixated on me. A shiver ran through me as I fully comprehended what just happened. Hands shaking I looked down at my feet to take in my surroundings to what I could use against him, in that second I grabbed the table cloth which was near me covering a small table and threw it on him and pushed him down on the couch behind him.
I grabbed my mask and planted it on my face while I ran downstairs, I saw my shoes and picked them up as well. I grabbed the door handle and quickly opened it seeing paramedics around my bodyguard. My mum spotting me she rushed towards me as my legs gave out and darkness clouded my vision.
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