TORTURED BY BLOOD II

"Wake up!" A strange, deep voice rang through the room, and Paris lay shivering in the cold.Paris sprang up, edging into discomfort. 

"Who are you, people?" Her weak voice echoed, shaking at the sight of the three masked men from yesterday.

"Stand up!" One of the men ordered. Paris scrambled to her feet, scaling her hands on the wall as she moved in the direction of the man's voice.

The bright rays of the sun pierced through Paris's swollen eyes; diving for the sun's rays with her arms, she accidentally hit one of the men. He smacked her at the back of her head without hesitation.

"Behave!" He ordered. The other men pulled her by her elbow across the cottage till they got outside the cottage.

"Paris," Stephan whispered at a farther distance from Paris. She turned her neck immediately, shaken yet excited.

"Stephan," she called, tears rolling down her face as she tried to escape the grip of the men but failed.

"Don't upset me!" He yelled, pulling her back.

A large black car parked in front of the cottage honked three times, a signal for the men.The men pulled Paris and Stephan into the car. 

Seconds later, the glasses rolled down, revealing the faces of the people in charge of the operation.

"Mom," Paris's world fell apart the moment she locked eyes with her parents.

"Get in Paris." Her mother ordered.

Paris was flung into the car without Stephan, and the car zoomed off immediately.

"Mom? What's going on?" Paris shouted, angry and confused.

"Bring your voice down, Paris Zander! What is wrong with you?" Aurora snapped back, wide-eyed.

"You knew I was kidnapped? Seriously?"

"You really thought escaping home with that scumbag was a good idea? Really?"

"Stephan is not a scumbag!"

"Shut up! Don't speak to your mother that way!" Orion shouted, hitting the leather seat.

Paris reclined quickly, and her mood worsened.Till they got home, not a single word escaped her lips.

Walking into the house, she could not think of anything else aside from revenge. Her bed feels strong and uncomfortable, and her mind is already messed up. She feels like nothing but dirt and pain.

"Locking me up, threatening me, starving me. Fuck!!!" Paris shouted, throwing herself to the ground.

Banging on the floor, her mind paced thoroughly, with potential revenge plans sprouting up. 

She staggered up, trailing her way to the bathroom, suddenly nauseous and dizzy. Clumsily, she took off the clothes she had on and stood under the shower, waiting for the water to drown her sorrows.

A while later, her brain cooled off. The idea hit immediately. The perfect revenge.

"It's a dinner party they want; it's a dinner party they'll get." With that, Paris ran into her room, picking up her phone. The first contact she dialed,

'Madam Halsey,' her father's ex.

"Paris, how are you?" Her gentle British accent rang through the phone.

"Can I ask you for a favor?"

"Sure. What can I do for you?"

"I am hosting a dinner party tomorrow; I'd love for you to be there. What do you think?"

"Are your parents cool with it?"

"Yes. In fact, they are the ones who asked me to call you. It's a celebration of my graduation."

"Text me three hours to the time you want me to show up then, okay?"

"Yes ma'am." She replied before ending the call.

"Two can play at this game, Zanders."