Captured again

Isabelle sat on her bed, staring blankly at the wall as thoughts of Stacy flooded her mind. She wondered if her friend was still looking for her, if she was still worried about her safety. She felt a pang of guilt for not being able to contact her, for not being able to let her know she was alive.

After a few moments of introspection, Isabelle stood up and walked to the door. She reached out to grab the handle, guessing it would be locked. But she had to try. She had to know if there was any way out of this prison.

With a deep breath, she turned the handle and pulled.

As isabelle opened the door to her room, she was surprised to find it unlocked. but her relief was short-lived, as she was immediately confronted by the guards stationed outside. their eyes narrowed, their hands resting on the grips of their guns. isabelle's heart raced as she explained that she just wanted to take a walk around the house, reminding them that collins had instructed them not to lock her up or let her escape.

the guards exchanged uneasy glances, clearly unsure what to do. after a moment, they nodded and allowed her to pass, but warned her she had only 10 minutes. isabelle's eyes widened as she took in the breathtaking sight before her. the mansion was even more stunning than she had imagined, with four separate buildings, each one more beautiful than the last. she wandered through the second building, marveling at the opulent decor and grand architecture.

as she turned a corner, she caught sight of a large portrait of collins, his piercing blue eyes seeming to bore into her soul. she felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed at the snake tattoo on his chest, its eyes glinting in the light. but her fascination was short-lived, as the guards appeared at her elbow, their faces stern. "time's up," one of them growled, escorting her back to her room.

isabelle's mind raced as she was locked back in her room. why had collins chosen this particular room for her, out of all four buildings? what was he hiding from her? and why did she feel so drawn to this place, despite the danger that lurked around every corner? she paced back and forth, her thoughts whirling with questions.

as she walked, her mind turned to stacy, her best friend and confidante. she wondered if stacy was worried about her, if she was searching for her. isabelle's heart ached with longing, and she knew she had to find a way to contact her friend.

and then, a plan formed in her mind. she would threaten the guards, pretend to strip naked unless they gave her her phone. it was a risky move, but she was desperate to contact stacy, to let her know she was alive. she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the confrontation ahead.

as she approached the guards, her heart pounded in her chest. she could feel her palms growing sweaty, her voice trembling with fear. but she stood tall, her eyes locked on the guards. "i want my phone," she said, her voice firm. "or i'll strip naked right here."

the guards looked at each other nervously, clearly unsure what to do. one of them stepped forward, his hand on his gun. "we can't let you have your phone," he said, his voice firm. "but we can give you a few minutes to make a call."

isabelle's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with possibilities. she knew she had to think fast, to come up with a plan before the guards changed their minds. and then, she saw him - the handsome driver who had brought her to the mansion. he was standing in the shadows, his eyes fixed on hers.

"so you knew my fate if i saw the boss, but you can't stop me?" she screamed, immediately recognizing him. he ignored her question and answered with a harsh voice, asking her what she was doing. she asked for her phone, and he put her on hold, telling her he needed to ask the boss. after a few minutes, he came back with his phone instead of hers, allowing her to make a brief call.

Isabelle's heart raced as she heard Stacy's voice on the other end of the line. "Stacy, it's me! I'm...I'm fine. Just a little stuck right now," she said, trying to sound calmer than she felt.

"Isabelle! Oh my gosh, I've been so worried about you! Where are you? What's going on?" Stacy's voice was laced with concern and urgency.

Isabelle hesitated, unsure how much she could reveal. "I can't explain right now, but I'm safe. Just know that I'm okay, and I'll try to get in touch with you soon," she said, glancing nervously at the driver.

"But Isabelle, what's going on? You just disappeared! I've been searching for you everywhere. Please tell me what's happening!" Stacy's pleas were desperate.

Isabelle's heart went out to her friend. "I promise, Stacy, I'll explain everything soon. Just be careful, okay? I don't want you to get hurt trying to find me."

The driver cleared his throat, signaling that her time was up. "Stacy, I have to go. But I'll be thinking of you, and I'll try to find a way out of this place. Take care!"

"Isabelle, wait! Don't hang up!" Stacy's voice was cut off as the driver ended the call.

Isabelle's eyes narrowed at the driver. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she spat.

The driver smirked. "Just doing my job, Isabelle. You'll learn to obey.""two minutes more," her bodyguard driver said harshly. she went back to her room, feeling frustrated and trappedd

after a few hours, she heard a knock on her door. she immediately stood up and rushed to the door, thinking it was collins, but it was her handsome driver holding a cute puppy in his hands. "the boss said i should give you this," he said, handing her the puppy. isabelle took the puppy, feeling a mix of emotions. she hated the person who had given it to her, but she couldn't resist the puppy's cuteness. she named it rose and started playing with it, trying to forget her troubles for a while.

as she played with rose, isabelle couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. maybe, just maybe, she could find a way out of this place. maybe she could use the puppy to her advantage, to manipulate collins and his guards. she smiled to herself, a plan forming in her mind. she would play along, pretend to be the obedient captive. but secretlyQaq she would be plotting her escape, using rose as her secret weapon. she smiled to herself, feeling a sense of determination. she would get out of this place, no matter what it took.

isabelle couldn't help but think about stacy. she wondered if her friend was still looking for her, if she was still worried about her safety. she hoped that stacy was doing okay, that she wasn't too worried about her.

just then, rose started barking, as if she sensed isabelle's distress. isabelle laughed, feeling a sense of comfort. "it's okay, rose," she said, hugging the puppy tightly. "i'm okay. we'll get out of here soon."

as she held rose, isabelle felt a sense of peace wash over her. she knew that she couldn't give up, not now. she had to keep fighting, for herself. she took a deep breath, feeling a sense of determination. she would escape, no matter what it took.

and with that thought, isabelle started to plan. she thought about the guards, about collins, about the layout of the mansion. she thought about rose, and how she could use the puppy to her advantage. and as she thought, a plan started to form in her mind.

she would wait until nightfall, until the guards were distracted. and then, she would make her move. she would sneak out of her room, using rose as a decoy. she would make her way to the front door, and then she would run. she would run as fast as she could, until she was safe.

isabelle smiled to herself, feeling a sense of excitement. she knew that her plan was risky, but she was desperate. and she was willing to do whatever it took to escape.

as the hours passed, isabelle waited patiently. she played with rose, pretending to be the obedient captive. but secretly, she was counting down the minutes until nightfall.

finally, the sun started to set. isabelle's heart raced with excitement as she watched the guards start to relax. they were distracted, unaware of the danger that lurked in their midst.

isabelle smiled to herself, feeling a sense of confidence. she knew that her plan was going to work. she was going to escape, and she was going to make it out alive.

and with that thought, isabelle made her move. she sneaked out of her room, using rose as a decoy. she made her way to the front door, her heart pounding in her chest. and then, she ran. she ran as fast as she could, until she was safe.

isabelle smiled to herself, feeling a sense of relief. she had done it. she had escaped. and she knew that she would never be caught again.

As Isabelle ran through the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest, she thought she had finally escaped. She could see the gate in the distance, and she knew she was almost free. Her legs pumped hard, her feet pounding the ground as she sprinted towards the gate. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, giving her the strength and speed she needed to escape.

But just as she was about to reach the gate, she heard a voice behind her. "Stop there!" the driver shouted, his voice echoing through the night like a thunderclap.

Isabelle's heart dropped like a stone as she heard her driver's voice. "Oh God, I'm caught!" she thought to herself, her mind racing with panic. She felt like she had been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her.

She slowed to a stop, her chest heaving with exhaustion. She turned to face the driver, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of fear and defiance. She knew she had been caught, and she knew she was in trouble.

The driver caught up to her, his breathing heavy. "You're quite the escape artist, aren't you?" he said, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight as he spun her around to face him. His grip on her arm was firm, but not painful, and Isabelle knew she couldn't escape.

She struggled against his grip, but he held her firm. "Let me go!" she demanded, trying to keep her voice steady. But it was a futile effort, and she knew it. She was trapped, and she knew she had to face the consequences.

The driver chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I don't think so," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're going to have to come with me." And with that, he pulled her back towards the mansion, Rose still clutched in her arms. Isabelle didn't resist, knowing it was futile. She had come so close to escaping, only to be caught again.

As they walked back to the mansion, Isabelle's mind raced with thoughts of despair. She had come so close to freedom, only to have it snatched away from her. She felt like she was walking to her doom, her heart heavy with fear and anxiety. She knew she would have to think of a new plan, a new way to escape. But for now, she was trapped, and she knew it.