Lotus was considered lucky to be born into a rich family. Her dad owned an insurance company specialized in property insurance. He had worked his way up throughout the years. Before that, he had always worked hard, and studied a lot in order to achieve his goal. It was fate that brought him and his wife together, otherwise he would never have met this beautiful woman from the fashion world. Her mom designed clothes and worked for well-known brands. It was her passion, Lotus couldn't imagine her doing something else. It turned out Lotus inherited something of both; she had the brains like her father but also eye for fashion, like her mother.
She didn't really see her parents often, though. They were both hard working and did a lot of business trips. Her dad learned her that hard working would get you somewhere, but her mom also said that doing what you want to do was important too. How easy to say, when you already achieved what you wanted, when you already made all the money to live the rest of your life without having to worry. Lotus didn't really find out yet what she wanted to do anyway. Until now she was just doing what she was good at; math, solving problems, to get straight A's in college and make her parents proud.
Her parents were the first ones she thought off when she opened her eyes again. She couldn't see properly yet. It was too bright in the room, it hurt her eyes. She blinked a few times to get used to the light, before pulling herself up. She groaned softly, her muscles hurt and her head too. She remembered the fight, the kidnapping, but nothing else of what had happened. This set up seemed way too much if the guys would release her for a ransom. Would her parents know she was taken? Would the kidnappers have contacted them, and asked them for money already?
After a few minutes of unanswered thoughts, Lotus started to observe the room. She was placed on a thin mattress, but when she looked across the room she saw another guy. He looked about the same age as her, under the same conditions. This raised even more questions. She didn't know who he was, she had never seen him before. Then why were they here, together? She stared at his body for a few seconds, then looked away. She wasn't even sure if he was still alive, as chloroform could kill a person easily. His breathing was weak, or not there at all. She was too scared to find out.
Afraid to get noticed, she started crying softly. Never had she been so afraid. Afraid of what was coming, of finding out the reason she was here. It was worse than the pain she felt in her body. A few minutes past, nothing happened. Then she noticed they took away her bag. She felt in her pockets, but as she expected her phone wasn't there. Chewing gum, lipstick, nothing useful that would save her now. She thought about all the possible reasons why she was here, but none of them made sense. She wanted to scream for help, but who would hear her? Who would come? No doubt she didn't want those kidnappers in this room. She wanted a weapon to defend herself if needed, but her pockets were empty and so was the room. Again she looked over to the guy, asking herself if she should check if he was alive. Maybe he could give her at least some answers.
After a while, she decided to do it, and slowly crawled over to the other side of the room. Her heart was beating almost twice as fast now. She put her fingers around his pulse, his heart rate was weak, but he was definitely alive. She sighed of relieve. At least she wasn't alone in this.
She backed off a bit and put her arms around her legs, thinking of what else she could do. Most probably wait until he wakes up, she thought. She lifted her head and stared at the ceiling, and it was then she saw a camera pointing at them. They were watching her. She froze in her position. What did that mean?
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