Well, you didn't think you would ever be in such position... but here you were all tied up, your teacher Mark Jefferson taking pictures of you while in your vulnerable state and Nathan Prescott watching you from behind the cameras.

As you tried to look around Mark suddenly grabbed your chin and made you hold still, the camera's lens close to your face. The place was full of expensive equipment here and there, and everywhere you looked was a blinding bright light.

"Don't move sweetheart... just a few more photos, be a good girl for me will you? You're looking so wonderful for me like this..."

Mark spoke, his voice quite husky as his scent, a deep and expensive masculine wood fragrance, entered your nostrils.

Nathan watched from aside, wanting to touch you too but kept himself composed. Not wanting to anger or disappoint Mark.

"Not fair..."

Nathan mumbled as Mark shot him a look, immediately making him shut up. Tsk, this was so unfair. Nathan wanted to be the one close to you.

This explains everything now. Nathan was you friend, bugging you to come to every single Vortex party he held. Always encouraging you to drink more and more. Not noticing the drugs he secretely put in your drink so you could fall asleep.

And let's not also talk about Mark. That man had liked you from day one. But recently this past few month you were given too much attention from him. It finally explains the reason why you're here, tied up. Max tried to warn you, but you didn't believe her. You didn't believe these two men are at fault for Rachel's missing posters. For Rachel's death as Nathan exposed to you.

You don't even know how many days you were in here. You were treated like a pet. Thankfully they fed and bathed you but you couldn't help but feel like some doll. Mark used to dispose his victims when he was done with them. So why is he still keeping you around? One day you're at Nathan's house. The other day you're at Mark's house. They constantly have you on a watchful eye. Always someone near you like they are your personal bodyguards.

Thankfully they did let you go to Blackwell but what was the point? You couldn't speak to your friends. You always had to stay in Mark's class with him or be by Nathan's side along with the Vortex club. Your freedom had been completely wiped the moment they had kidnapped you. Yeah they are letting you do certain things but they are always there. Watching. Observing. Stalking. Ready to pounce at anyone who tried to come close to you or even pounce at you if you tried seeking help from someone.

And you can't even open your mouth to speak or expose them. Not only are they always near you but they also put a small microphone with a record. Recording your conversations. You could not speak, but you could at least write and warn someone right? Nope. The microphone had also a small camera. So unfortunately, your golden days have come to an end.

And especially now. Being in this god forsaken room again. Being photographed like some plaything as Mark could only focus on you, his masterpiece that he refused to let go unlike his previous ones.