Chapter 97
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"Yes sir, everything is set." Another voice said politely.
"Great! We can finally get things started." The voice said, sounding overly delighted. A startling sound of hands coming together made me flinch as it was short and unexpectedly loud. "Chop, chop everyone we don't have the whole day."
"Sir what about the man-"
"Ssht, she's waking up."
I groaned and winced at the bright light that was shined upon me from the ceiling, encircling me; leaving the rest of the room in a dark void. Refocusing my vision, I tried to see who the voice belonged to. I saw a figure standing across of me in front of a door. A shadow slanted over his upper body, making it difficult for me to see who it was.
I grunted, trying to move my body only to find out that I was tied to a chair, with my hands tied on the back and each of my foot tied against the chair's front legs.
"Glad to see you awake," My eyes snapped back to the front hearing the voice. "I was starting to get worried if we perhaps had overdosed you." The tone in the person's voice was pleasant, but the underlying meaning of the words were anything but that.
I squinted my eyes at the shadowy figure. "Who, who are you?" I questioned, trying to make my tone even and calm, to mask the panic that was coursing through my body.
"Ah, my apologies. I should have known that you couldn't see me like this." The figure then proceeds to waltz towards me. The clacking noise of his polished shoes making contact with the wooden floor rung in my head, matching the shallow beating of my heart. I had to swallow back a nervous lump when the clacking sound stopped, the figure finally standing under the same lamp as I was, revealing his outer appearance.
His skin stripped of any melanin was as pale as snow, matching his hair. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a red bowtie and his ruby colored eyes peered me right in the eyes as we stood face to face, his condescending smile on full display.
Surprise took over my face, my lips slightly parted as I gazed at the albino man. The man raised his eyebrows amused, smirking condescendingly. "What? Are you still not able to guess? How disappointing. I expected more from the woman who The Chess Player is so infatuated with." He said, shaking his head disapprovingly.
Licking my cracked lips that were dehydrated I asked in a low voice that was imbedded with uncertainty "Snake?"
His condescending smirk widens, reaching his eyes. "Bingo!"
A feeling of dead crept up from the pit of my stomach, the color being quickly drained from my face at the gravity of the situation. My brain was buzzing, trying to figure out how the situation became like this. How did I get here? The last thing that I remembered was the waiter drugging me and the banging sounds of…Mark!
I swirled my head around in hopes to catch a glance of Mark, but I couldn't perceive anything in this dark room. I glanced back at fake Snake, who was observing me with amusement in his eyes and opened my mouth. "W-Where's Mark?" I asked, cursing inwardly at how my voice came out softer than that I wanted.
Something devilish glinted in Snake's eyes, before he snapped his fingers, brightening up the whole room. I flinch at the sudden brightness and took a quick look around the room, noticing how the room was akin to a hotel room.
'Are we in a hotel?' I wondered.
"Now if you would be so kind to look this way." He responded, bringing me back from my thoughts, gesturing at the flat screen tv that was hanging above the door.
"Bring it here." He commanded, beckoning to one of his man that was standing at the door to give him the remote. He took the remote and pressed on the power button. The tv screen started to flicker, slowly showing an image of something. My forehead puckered, confusion taking reign over my face expression; not understanding what I was supposed to see, but that changed swiftly when I heard the familiar obnoxious roar of a person that I knew way to well.
"How surprising, he's awake despite all the sedation that we had given him. He should have been asleep for another few hours." Snake said amazed, his eyes glinting with curiosity, as if he was watching a rare animal in a zoo.
My eyes went broad watching Mark on the screen. His chest was heaving, a vein popped out in his neck and rage transformed his face as he glared straight at what I assume was the camera.
"Where the fuck is April Casper!? I swear to God if she's hurt, I'll make sure to pay you back with dead!"
Mark who was unbidden in a basement kept shouting his dead threats at Snake. Snake smile faltered, a scowl taking place on his face as he grumbled lowly, balding his fists tightly, "I warned him to never call me by that damn name!"
My eyes blinked profusely as my brain was taking in the new acquired information. Wait…so fake Snake's real name is Casper? I stared at the small guy mystified who seems to have the same height as me. His skin, hair and eyes that resembled a different species from the human race- a ghost.
My lips twisted into a wobbly smile, realization settling in me as to why fake Snake hated his real name. He looks like Casper the friendly little ghost! The dread that I felt diffused away for a second and was replaced by hilarity. In the midst of the room a giggle that I tried to suppress erupted into a loud laughter.
I flung my head back, letting the HAHAs escape my mouth. Now every time I even caught a glance of Sna-I mean Casper I couldn't stop my brain from bringing back the image of the little ghost from my childhood memories.
I was so busy laughing that I didn't notice Casper standing in front of me, his shadow looming over my body. "What's so funny?" He asked coldly, the normal condescending smile nowhere to be seen.
My laughter came to a halt. "huh?"
"I asked what's so funny?"
"Y-Your name-" A sudden force snapped my head to the side before I could even finish uttering my sentence. Not being able to react to the unexpected action, my mouth was left agape. Tears were prickling in my eyes as a trail of blood discarded from one of my nostrils; drippling down my chin.
