I heard the soft, rustling sound of footsteps echoing through the silent parking lot. I looked back cautiously but saw no one.
A chill crept from my feet up to my spine, and I immediately quickened my pace. Sure enough, the footsteps behind me sped up as well.
When I opened the car door, a pair of large hands reached out from behind, and a damp cloth with a strange smell was pressed over my face. Before I could struggle, my vision blurred to black, and I lost consciousness entirely.
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I looked around when I regained consciousness.
The surroundings were barren—just empty walls. It looked like an old, abandoned building.
Elsa was passed out by another pillar. She was remarkably cleaner compared to my disheveled state. I kicked a nearby stone toward her.
She let out a soft moan and furrowed her brows as she looked at me. "Jane, what are you doing here?"
Her eyes fell on the ropes binding her as soon as she spoke. Her face turned pale with shock. "What's going on? Were we kidnapped?"
I watched her silently, a cold smile creeping across my face. Whether or not we were kidnapped, she knew the answer to that very well.
In my previous life, Elsa had orchestrated a kidnapping to prove her place in Jack's and Jeremiah's hearts.
At that time, both Jack and Jeremiah were completely focused on her. Even when the kidnappers gave the ultimatum of releasing only one person, they both tacitly chose to take Elsa with them. It was then that I made my escape, determined to fight to the death.
The person who kidnapped me didn't chase after me when I fled.
When I finally appeared before Jeremiah and Elsa, all battered and bruised, Jeremiah had the nerve to send me away, claiming I was too much of a shock to look at.
Since Elsa loved playing this game so much, I would play along with her.
It was the perfect opportunity to show Jack his dear, kind-hearted sister's true colors.
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