Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Captivation: Want Nothing But You Chapter 67 by Adolf Dunne

Caroline struggled with her wildly changing mood the entire drive to the Municipal People’s Hospital. What was even more infuriating was Rachel’s relatively calm demeanor. She’d spent the entire 10-minute drive playing on her cellphone, not so much as changing her expression. If Caroline had looked at Rachel’s phone, she would have seen there were codes constantly popping up on the screen. As the taxi approached the hospital, it slowed down.

By the time it reached the gates, it was crawling along at a safe pace for an area with so many pedestrians. It pulled to a stop in front of the in-patient building. Caroline got out the taxi first. She hurried around the side and opened Rachel’s door for her. “Here we are, Rachel,” she said pleasantly. As she got out of the taxi, Rachel glanced towards the crowd gathered near the entrance of the building. She subconsciously slipped her phone into her pocket to keep it safe.

She’d only just pulled her hand out when her phone started buzzing. She narrowed her eyes coldly. “You father is in Ward 1206 on the 12th floor,” Caroline said. “He’s been waiting the entire night for you to visit. I’m sure he’s going to be overjoyed to see you. I won’t be coming with you. I think the two of you should have some alone time. I’ll be waiting here for you when you’re finished.” She smiled warmly at Rachel as she hung her hands innocently in front of her body.

Rachel gave Caroline a sidelong glance, then nodded stiffly. Without a word, she headed up the steps that led into the building. Caroline leaned up against the taxi, watching as Rachel disappeared among the crowds of people. The warm, tender smile she’d had a moment ago slowly warped into something twisted and evil. A malicious light glimmered in her eyes, making her look almost demonic in a way. She slipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

Her fingers fluttered quickly over the screen as she typed out a message, saying, “She’s on her way. Once your mission is complete, I’ll transfer another 500, 000 dollars to your account.” As she clicked send, she saw Rachel suddenly whirl around to face her. “Caroline,” she called. Caroline was so surprised that she fumbled her phone, nearly dropping it onto the ground.

Once she had the device firmly clasped in her hand again, she raised her head to look up at Rachel. She hoped she wasn’t as pale as she thought she was, and she hoped she didn’t look as guilty as she felt. “What… What’s wrong, Rachel?” she stammered. Rachel smiled sweetly at Caroline’s guilty expression. “Nothing is wrong. I just forgot to ask

heart lurch in her chest, and then squeeze tight. She slowly moved the hand holding her

else could happen, she climbed into the backseat of the taxi and took a few deep breaths to steady her breathing. Then she took out her phone and read the message that had just

a soft pinging sound as it pulled to a stop and the doors slid open. Rachel stepped out and made her way to Ward 1206, navigating by looking at the numbers on the other wards. When she stopped outside Ward 1206, it was to find that the door was closed, and that the curtain

her shoulder against it and fished her phone out her pocket. She opened an Internet browser and logged onto a website. On the way to the hospital, Rachel had hacked into the hospital’s security system. Currently, she was watching the surveillance footage from Ward 1206, and she already had a very good idea of what was

into the system, she may not have left the ward alive. Rachel pressed her lips together in consideration, trying to decide what the best course of action was. As an idea slowly formed

is after me. My father is in a great deal of debt and wants to sell me to pay it off. I’m scared! They’re going to take me and sell

story.

tears to her eyes so she looked like she was crying. “Please, please help,” she begged pathetically. “I don’t want to be taken away! I don’t want to be sold like

a small inkling of doubt she asked, “Traffickers? Are there really human traffickers here?” “Yes!” the nurse said angrily. “These traffickers are getting bolder and

appearance. Her eyes were still glittering with tears from when she’d been pretending to cry, only adding onto the pity the nurse already felt

wasn’t there. Only those three men. I was lucky

rested it gently on Rachel’s shoulder. “It’s alright. Don’t be afraid,” she said in a soothing voice. If she didn’t believe Rachel’s story, she was putting on a very convincing performance that she did. She asked the nurse to put a call through to