Chapter 3

Somewhere in a dark room... 

Simon sat on an old bed. The mattress was dirty and the room looked filthy. As if it had not been cleaned for months. Two rats passed by, chasing each other. He felt pain on his entire body as well as his face. His hands as well as his feet were both tied. The room had a small opening on one side of the wall. A small light could enter. Since it was full moon, there moonlight showed its presence. It gave the man hope with its brightness. 

His throat was aching from all the shouting he had been doing trying to find help. 

But no one seemed to budge. Tears came down his cheeks as he started to think about his son. But how did he get here? He wondered. 

Suddenly, a person wearing a black mask it was a woman. He recognised her body shape. There were breasts and a feminine figure on her. Yet he could not see her face. 

"Who are you?" Simon asked, nervously. 

The woman did not utter a word. She only gave the man a tray with a bowl of food and milk as well as a cigarette and one stick of match. She put the tray on the ground then left the room, locking it tightly. 

Simon shouted.

"Help me! If its money you want we can talk. I have lots of it, I will give it to you." He said. 

But still no one would budge. 

Simon walked to the tray and began to eat in a fast pace and when he was done, he took the cigarette and lit it by running the match on the wall. 

When he had finished smoking, he sat on the bed still. 

Simon's POV 

Here I am in this room. In this filthy room. I was supposed to be with her, my date. How did this come about? I was supposed to be happy after such a long time of being alone. But now I'm stuck in a room. Stuck and I don't know how? 

What are these chains doing in my hands. I never killed anyone. What are these chains doing in my feet. I am not a prisoner, or maybe I am. 

I never asked for any of this to happen to me. I never expected this at all. 

My body is aching, it must be from the beatings they gave me. My face is swollen. It must be the number of punches I was given. 

I am not myself. I am not alright with this.There has to be a mistake. How did I get here? 

Think Simon, think. I was in the car, driving then I saw two cars following me in a rush. I increased the speed then I hit something, my car overturned and now I am here. 

Even though Simon could remember small details, he still needed answers. Why had he been beat up so badly, he wondered.  

Nathan was finding hard to sleep. He called Arnold but he wasn't answering and so he decided to take a walk in the cold dark streets of Salem. While he walked he had an idea, stupid as it was he went through with it. He sneaked into his father's workplace. Because he had keys, he knew that he would be able to get in without being caught. The strange thing was that he did not find any guards outside the building. Even the door was not locked. Someone was probably inside the building, he thought. 

He still sneaked in as his curiosity was pushing him to do so. 

Nathan was trying to find a key to enter his fathers office, when he was knocked to the floor suddenly. He was surprised to see that it was a woman. A beautiful yet in her 40's woman. She had on her white tight pants and a vest as well and her hair brunette in colour tired to the back. 

 "Please don't kill me, I'm still a virgin." Nathan cried. 

"Who are you?" 

"I'm the son of the man you're trying to rob." 

"You're Simon's son?" 

"Yes. My name is Nathan." 

The woman pulled the teenage boy up from the floor. 

"Sorry about that. I'm your father's friend and I came here digging for answer's." 

"What's your name?" 

"If I tell you I'll have to kill ya. Just kidding. I am Pauline." 

"Are you the same woman my father was supposed to meet last night?" 

The woman nodded. 

Nathan smiled. 

"You are in good shape." He said 

"What did you expect, a bump?" 

The teenager chuckled. 

"And you are funny too." He said. 

"Okay kid I don't have all day, what secret do you know about your dad?" 

"My dad doesn't have a secret, wait he does. Can you believe he never received a date on Tinder and he's been trying to get laid for years without any luck." Nathan said Jokingly. 

Pauline rolled her eyes, irritated. 

"Give me something better. Like what is his laptop password?" 

"Why should I give you something like that, what if you are a spy?" 

"That's because I am a spy. Now, do you want us to save your dad or not?" 

"Save him from what?" 

"That's what I need to know too." 

Nathan felt skeptical about helping the strange woman. 

"I think I should leave." He said. 

"I am not a bad person, you can trust me." 

"I didn't say you were bad." 

"Its in your eyes. You're so obvious." 

"If you are as good as you claim then why don't we let my uncle come and help us." 

"Kid, your uncle is not as good as you think. He is a bad mab." 

Nathan was confused. 

"What do you mean, bad how?" He asked. 

"Uncle Arnold works with dangerous people. But I'm not here to discuss that. Now can you help me or not?"