Chapter 41

~ RACHEL POV

My eyes start to slowly open, still slightly hazy.

Once my eyes clear, they start to adjust to the brightness of the room. The first thing my eyes set on is a man who appears to be in his early thirties. He is dressed in a neat sky-blue tuxedo and is sitting on a chair across from mine with his leg crossed on the other.

He relaxes his back on the chair before he speaks "Hi princess." His voice is husky and smooth. I don’t think he is American because his accent is a bit different.

My brows snap into a furrow as I squint my eyes at him trying to figure out who he is or what is going on. A sudden wave of fear laced my heart when I realize I am not at home nor am I anywhere familiar.

Panicked, I try to get up but something pulls me back. I try one more time before I notice that my hands are tied up together at the back of the chair. I look at the man sitting in front of me; questionably. He didn’t say anything, he just kept staring at me; sternly. My heart starts to hamme