Chapter 3 Hooded eyes of terror

After multiple head twirls with not a solid object to rest it on, Rachael woke up. Her eyes were squeezed shut instantly and that was a result of the sting she felt in her head. Wait where was she? She sat up from the chair, trying to get up, but she couldn't. Her hands were bound tightly to it. She fought with the handcuffs as the memories of what happened flooded.

Rachael had just gotten down from her car to grab her things from her house. The moment she held the doorknob to get in, someone attacked from behind. Her nose was about to be covered with a napkin, but she didn't let that happen. The struggle was intense especially when there were two guys. They found it hard to get a hold of her and that was as a result of the adrenaline her body released at that time, resulting in her surprising strength. One of them successfully hit her with an iron rod and she passed out, not feeling an atom of pain.

Now she felt it and it was excruciating. She twisted her knuckles in every possible direction, but that didn't take it off. It was a handcuff, there was no way it was getting off without its key. After much-wasted effort, she rested her head on the chair, puffing out air from her mouth. She felt a huge lump in her throat as she resisted the urge not to cry. Why did this happen when she was just about to get away from Chicago? Racheal didn't know how much time she spent in here, but she was sure, the body of Hardy Collin had been discovered and investigations were going on right now. Probably they had checked the CCTV footage and saw her leave the hotel room, hastily.

Out of frustration and anger, Rachael opened her mouth to scream. That was her only way of taking out her agony in this shitty situation she was in. Why did she go to that club that day? Why didn't she go on the trip with the rest of her colleagues as her boss instructed? No, she felt too lazy to partake in some stupid trip and decided to make an excuse instead. Now, look where that landed her. Why did she even agree to spend a night with Hardy Collin? Thanks to her selfish interest, she was tied up in all of this.

The door opened, letting a little light creep into the room apart from the small light the closed window brought. Rachael sat up as her heartbeat increased rapidly, waiting for the person to make an entrance. Slow steady footsteps could be heard. It took almost forever, but he finally came into view. She swallowed hard as a gasp escaped from her trembling lips.

It was Xavier Collin. His hooded green eyes held anger and disgust fixated on her while his tall virile body walked toward her. Her heart skipped each time his boots made contact with the floor, striking fear into her timid heart. Her breathing became more rapid and loud and it felt like her heart was going to explode from her chest from beating too fast

Rachael couldn't look at those cold eyes, it worsened her fear. Her eyes dropped, but fell on the gun by his side instead, they widened in terror. Was he going to kill her? Wasn't he going to hear her side of the story? She thought inwardly but was abruptly faced with reality. She wasn't even sure of her side of the story and that was because she recollected nothing.

She heard the gun being cocked and gasped when he raised it to her.

"Please don't do this" she cried out. Xavier was now standing in front of her with the gun pointed directly at her. Her legs became wobbly. She was faced with the possibility of dying and it awakened all kinds of fear in her. The look in his eyes made it hard for her to even say a word. It felt as if he stared into her soul.

"I didn't kill him" she begged, but that only angered Xavier as he fired the gun.

For a moment, Rachael thought she was dead, but she wasn't. Her eyes were still open and he was still standing in front of her. Her body shook as sweat dripped from her forehead. Her body too was soaked in body fluids. The amount of fear she felt made her wonder why she hadn't passed out from it. Xavier fired the gun at her chair just to instill fear in her. He did more than that. She was almost sent into convulsion as a result of it.

"I swear" she sobbed, coughing out as she choked by her own tears.

"If you didn't kill him who did!"He angrily pushed the chair with his leg, shifting her from her initial position. The chair lost balance and fell to the floor, but she was lucky enough not to have her head injured by the hard floor. Xavier jacked the chair back up. Of course, he had the strength to end her even without the gun. Her neck was soaked in tears, her body shuddered even without a cold and her lips quivered in terror

"I don't know" she cried out loud. How could she do this when she wasn't even sure of what happened?

"You were the last person with him and the knife just happened to be laying around in your purse?"

"I didn't want the police to find my DNA on the knife"

"Why would your DNA be on the knife?"

"I don't...." She let out a cry once more.

"fuck!" Xavier snarled as he rummaged his hands through his head and turned his back on her. This was frustrating

Racheal knew he was in grief at that point and could do anything to get revenge for his brother. That included killing her.

He turned to look at her once more and their eyes locked. Rachael felt a cold shiver run down her spine as she stared at those intimidating green eyes. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the gun being raised again. This time it was pointed directly to her head.

Her lips let out a shaky cry, "don't do this, I beg of you. I promise I had nothing to do with his death" she begged, but at this point, it felt like her pleas only angered him.

"I'll make this easy for you if you comply and tell me everything"

"Like what?"

"Like who sent you?"

"No......nobody"

"You have 3 seconds Rachael," he said coldly. No one had ever struck that amount of fear into her just by mentioning her name.

"Please"

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