Post by Isabelle Blackwood on May 21, 2016 17:23:38 GMT
Isabelle awoke with a stiff neck and her hand flew to the sharp pain in her forehead. Oh dear, here she was again. She hardly dare to open her eyes, lest she find herself on the basement floor once moor. But then she felt the mattress beneath her body and the covers tucked over her slender form. Thank goodness! As she peered around, she noticed she had been allocated a different room that only looked slightly less luxurious than the first.
She slid out of her bed and walked across the room, no heated floor and no window but there was a familiar painting that she adored. The next thing she noticed was no Jane. She didn't call out, for doubted the female would be hid under the bed and was wary of sounding daft in front of the camera or offering any satisfaction to the kidnapper behind this. The bathroom was empty and confirmed her suspicions. Jane was not here.
Izzy's chest twinged as she felt concern well in the pit of her stomach. Where could she be? She didn't like to think of it.
Then, breakfast arrived. At least there were no other inhabitants to share this room with her. Unless it was Jane, she didn't think she would like the idea of another person in her space. A small part of her felt some relief. Thank goodness, I'm alone - it thought.
Then, breakfast arrived. Isabelle smiled as she received two whole-grain blueberry muffins, a warm cup of coffee and a carton of orange juice. She sat herself down on the sofa and placed the food on the table in front of her as she admired the painting. Though she couldn't help but get the niggling feeling she wasn't quite alone.
Isabelle turned to the camera and held out her cup of coffee towards it. She would not let herself be brought down by no man nor woman. She took a sip of the hot liquid and smiled to herself. Peace and quiet.
For the moment, at least.
She slid out of her bed and walked across the room, no heated floor and no window but there was a familiar painting that she adored. The next thing she noticed was no Jane. She didn't call out, for doubted the female would be hid under the bed and was wary of sounding daft in front of the camera or offering any satisfaction to the kidnapper behind this. The bathroom was empty and confirmed her suspicions. Jane was not here.
Izzy's chest twinged as she felt concern well in the pit of her stomach. Where could she be? She didn't like to think of it.
Then, breakfast arrived. At least there were no other inhabitants to share this room with her. Unless it was Jane, she didn't think she would like the idea of another person in her space. A small part of her felt some relief. Thank goodness, I'm alone - it thought.
Then, breakfast arrived. Isabelle smiled as she received two whole-grain blueberry muffins, a warm cup of coffee and a carton of orange juice. She sat herself down on the sofa and placed the food on the table in front of her as she admired the painting. Though she couldn't help but get the niggling feeling she wasn't quite alone.
Isabelle turned to the camera and held out her cup of coffee towards it. She would not let herself be brought down by no man nor woman. She took a sip of the hot liquid and smiled to herself. Peace and quiet.
For the moment, at least.