My Boss's Bali Massage Trap - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Vincent Lowell shoved me into the backseat of the car, the door slamming shut with a finality that made my stomach drop. The second he slid into the driver's seat, his entire demeanor shifted—the charming smile gone, replaced by something far more terrifying. His eyes darkened, his jaw set, and the air between us turned to ice.
"If you want to live, stay quiet. Your husband, Ryan Evans, is already dead."
The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing my breath.
Outside the windows, there was nothing but an endless void—no streetlights, no towns, no signs of life. The spa staff had been fooled, all of them convinced Vincent was my husband.
He didn't waste time. Seatbelt clicked, foot slammed on the gas, and the car lurched forward, hurtling into the night.
We weren't heading toward the city. The road twisted, veering onto a narrow mountain path, deliberately cutting us off from civilization. The deeper we drove, the more suffocating the silence became.
The way he looked at me—like a predator sizing up prey—sent chills down my spine. This wasn't the man I thought I knew. This was something else entirely.
"V-Vincent… where are you taking me?"
My voice shook, barely above a whisper. I needed answers, some shred of hope to cling to.
"You'll find out soon enough."
His tone was flat, emotionless, but his grip on the wheel tightened. The road ahead grew darker, the trees pressing in like silent witnesses to my terror.
Olivia Langley's warning screamed in my mind—Vincent is a monster. Every unsettling glance, every too-close touch, suddenly made horrifying sense.
I forced myself to think, to look for any opening. When the car slowed slightly, I grabbed the door handle, yanking with all my strength—
Locked.
"Don't bother. You're not going anywhere."
His voice was eerily calm, like he'd known exactly what I'd try.
The longer we drove, the more my imagination spiraled—visions of dark rooms, of pain, of things worse than death. I could barely breathe.
Then—lights.
A police checkpoint ahead, flashing red and blue. Two officers stood in the road, waving cars to a stop.
My pulse skyrocketed. This was it. My only chance.
Vincent slowed, rolling to a stop as one officer approached. The window began to lower—
Cold metal pressed against my ribs.
"One wrong word, and you die."
I went rigid, my mouth snapping shut.
Vincent exchanged a few polite words with the officer. When they glanced at me, I stayed silent, frozen under the weight of the gun.
A nod. A wave.
And just like that, we were moving again.
The second we were past them, Vincent's mask cracked, his expression twisting into something vicious.
Hope withered inside me.
Ten more minutes. Then the car stopped.
Outside, a crumbling villa loomed in the darkness, surrounded by nothing but wilderness.
My legs nearly gave out.
I didn't want to imagine what came next.
But I knew—this was only the beginning.
"If you want to live, stay quiet. Your husband, Ryan Evans, is already dead."
The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing my breath.
Outside the windows, there was nothing but an endless void—no streetlights, no towns, no signs of life. The spa staff had been fooled, all of them convinced Vincent was my husband.
He didn't waste time. Seatbelt clicked, foot slammed on the gas, and the car lurched forward, hurtling into the night.
We weren't heading toward the city. The road twisted, veering onto a narrow mountain path, deliberately cutting us off from civilization. The deeper we drove, the more suffocating the silence became.
The way he looked at me—like a predator sizing up prey—sent chills down my spine. This wasn't the man I thought I knew. This was something else entirely.
"V-Vincent… where are you taking me?"
My voice shook, barely above a whisper. I needed answers, some shred of hope to cling to.
"You'll find out soon enough."
His tone was flat, emotionless, but his grip on the wheel tightened. The road ahead grew darker, the trees pressing in like silent witnesses to my terror.
Olivia Langley's warning screamed in my mind—Vincent is a monster. Every unsettling glance, every too-close touch, suddenly made horrifying sense.
I forced myself to think, to look for any opening. When the car slowed slightly, I grabbed the door handle, yanking with all my strength—
Locked.
"Don't bother. You're not going anywhere."
His voice was eerily calm, like he'd known exactly what I'd try.
The longer we drove, the more my imagination spiraled—visions of dark rooms, of pain, of things worse than death. I could barely breathe.
Then—lights.
A police checkpoint ahead, flashing red and blue. Two officers stood in the road, waving cars to a stop.
My pulse skyrocketed. This was it. My only chance.
Vincent slowed, rolling to a stop as one officer approached. The window began to lower—
Cold metal pressed against my ribs.
"One wrong word, and you die."
I went rigid, my mouth snapping shut.
Vincent exchanged a few polite words with the officer. When they glanced at me, I stayed silent, frozen under the weight of the gun.
A nod. A wave.
And just like that, we were moving again.
The second we were past them, Vincent's mask cracked, his expression twisting into something vicious.
Hope withered inside me.
Ten more minutes. Then the car stopped.
Outside, a crumbling villa loomed in the darkness, surrounded by nothing but wilderness.
My legs nearly gave out.
I didn't want to imagine what came next.
But I knew—this was only the beginning.
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