Fake Camilla.

Chris pulled away and quickly moved his hand to her neck gripping it tightly. Camilla started to choke and placed her hands on top of his that was at her neck.

"W..what a..re you d..oing?" she cried.

"If you don't tell me where MY CAMILLA is am going to kill you right now " he smirked but his eyes were full of anger it scared her.

"B..ut... it's me " she cried.

He chuckled as his grip on her neck tighten, "So you choose death, then so be it " he moved banging her body to the wall and squeezed more.

She could feel her consciousness fade, "Okay, I...I w...ill tell l..yo.uu "

Chris threw her body down and sounds of her coughing were heard in the room.

She looked up with red swollen eyes, "How did you know?"

Chris had pulled his shirt back on and sat down.

"What do you think gave you away? You can never become Camilla even if you have her face " he said back.

The coughing Camilla moved back, "But I did everything as she did, I have spent years studying, learning, and copying her then how can you see through me?" she cried.

"Cause your not her, your just a duplicate, and we both know a fake can never beat the original " Chris picked up his phone and called Ray to come up to the room.

"But, but, I made sure that you would not suspect anything. I had to even throw myself down the stairs to make it believable "

"And you had done a good job, but after a few days, I noticed a change in your behavior. Camilla hates sleeping without the lights on but you did just fine and as we know she loves cooking so she never waited for breakfast and made hers but you stupidly laid in bed waiting for it " he laughed.

"But that is normal "

Chris glared at her "Not for Camilla, she is different. so where is she "

The fake Camilla laughed "You mean I did all of this for nothing, that's impossible my plan was adequate but you saw right through it, how is that even possible do you love her that much that you know everything about her "

Chris got up moved to where she was sitting and grabbed her hair.

"I love her so much that my body knows when a fake tries to steal her place. Her scent, breathing, the way she smiles at me, eats, sleeps, or cries. I know every inch of her body, the curves, and scars, and how she moves or acts around me. I know every little detail about Camilla even the ones she doesn't know about herself "

He pulled harder and moved to her ear, "So Samantha if you still want your life then I suggest you start talking "

Ray who had come in a little earlier watched Chris torture the fake Camilla in shock, he was a fool he thought. How could Chris see through her and he failed. They had been together with her for a week now and Chris had been acting weird around her but Ray didnt mind and continued to be next to her without worry.

"So where is our Camilla?" he asked moving to where Chris and the fake one were.

He let go of her hair and she turned away.

"Can you please get dressed I hate seeing you like that, you might not be my friend but you still have her face " Ray threw clothes to her side?

"Am running out of patience so if you still want to walk out of this alive start talking " Chris moved back to his seat.

"What if I don't want to live" Samantha moved to where Chris was holding his leg, "I can't live without you and you know that. I love you so much I can die for you "

Chris looked down at her he wanted to slap her but Camilla's face was staring back at so he held back.

" If you want to die I can do that for you but before that your telling me where my wife is " Chris pushed away her hands.

Samantha frowned, "She is not your wife " she screamed. "I am better than her a million times but you keep clinging on her. Well she is gone now and the new her is me so you have to love me now" she laughed.

Chris got up and grabbed her hair once again. He moved and half dragged her across the room towards the stairs, they disappeared up in the their room. Ray ran up to the door and heard Samantha scream.

"Hi, don't kill her , we still need to know where Camilla is "