Bette knew she was close.

She continued walking forward until she reached the door she had faintly seen at the end of the room. She walked briskly until she was beside it. With her back against the wall, she lightly jiggled the handle. She was surprised when the door slowly swung open with a very faint creek.

Pointing the gun in front of her, Bette entered a large room. It seemed relatively empty, except for a mental table in the middle of the room and a few boxes adorning the walls. Bette’s breathe started to come out in smoky puffs of cool condensation as the room got colder the further she walked in. Bette looked down and realized that the entire half of the room which the metal table stood was covered with a clean plastic wrapping, from the ceiling, to the walls, down to the floor. Bette walked closer, intrigued and curious by the set up.

And then suddenly, there was a loud thump.

Bette felt a warm pain at the back of her head.

The last thing Bette saw was black.

◊◊◊

Gen sauntered into her office early on Monday morning, the weekend had passed like the breeze. She had expected to see Bette sitting on her sofa, like she did every morning, but today was different. She hadn’t been able to contact Bette during the weekend, and today, she was no where to be seen.

She must busy at her office working on the clues she found on Saturday, Gen thought to herself as she booted up her computer.

“Have you seen Bette,” Dana asked, poking her head into Gen’s office, “Shane has a message for her.”

“I haven’t heard from her since Saturday,” Gen said.

“Oh, just let me know when she contacts you alright?”

“Sure, Dane.”

An hour later, Gen was reading through her case files when her phone rang. She picked it up to hear Helena on the line.

“Taylor, is Bette with you?”

“No, the last time I spoke to her was Saturday, isn’t she in the office?” Gen asked, frowning.

“From what my agents have informed me, she has not been into work yet, and she did not even call to say where she would be or if was taking a sick day,” Helena replied haughtily, “I haven’t reached the office yet but could you please let me know if you hear from her. Thanks.”

Gen felt a sinking feeling in her gut as she grabbed her coat and rushed out of her office hurriedly over to Bette’s building.

Walking into Bette’s pristine office space, Gen looked around. It didn’t seem like anyone had been in the office. As she walked over the Bette’s desk, she saw the monitor and CPU flickering on stand-by. Gen sat down on the plush office chair and jiggled the mouse around. The screen slowly booted up and as the words slowly came into focus, Gen’s eyes widened and she ran out of the office.

Gen quickly hailed a cab and made her way to her brother’s town house, barging into his study.

“Markie,” Gen said, breathlessly,“I need to borrow your car immediately.”

He looked at her in shock, slowly taking the keys from his pocket, he jangled them playfully in front of her, “May I ask what the hell is wrong with you and what the heck you want with my car.”

“I don’t have time to play games with you, Mark!” Gen said, raising her voice and grabbing the keys out of Mark’s hands.

“It’s Bette, I think she’s in trouble.”

◊◊◊

Bette was awakened by a cold shiver through her body, she opened her eyes slowly and found herself looking at a bright light. Her vision was blurry and her head felt heavy. She shook her head, squinting to try to focus her eyes. Her eyes shifted down to her body and she found that all her clothes had been stripped off and all that was left covering her was her black thong. She squirmed, struggling. Her hands had been tied above her head and her feet were bound.