Trouble in the King's Court

Aly woke up about twenty minutes later and she was very groggy with a splitting headache. She heard horns honking and people yelling, but still unaware as to where she was. She fully opened her eyes and saw herself in the backseat of a sports car with tinted windows so no one could peek inside. Her ankles were bound with tight white rope and her wrists were tied behind her back. She became very afraid.

The car she was in stopped at a light. The person driving turned around, smirking at her. Of course, it was non other than Henrik, "Well, hello precious. About time you woke up!"

"Hank!? What the fuck is wrong with you!? Let me go!" Aly screamed.

"Shhh. You know I can't do that. I finally have you now. You're mine," Hank said.

Aly struggled, "You're a fucker. These ropes are so snug. Let me out of here!"

"Nope! Now, shut up!" Hank argued back.

"Make me, you fucker!" Aly yelled.

Hank shrugged, "As you wish. I didn't want it to come to this." He reached in the glove compartment, ripped a piece of duct tape from the roll he grabbed and slapped it over her mouth tight. "That'll do." He soon drove as the light changed.

Meanwhile, at Iona, Kristina was getting worried. Aly was supposed to come by for a sleepover after her date with Chris since her Tuesday classes were cancelled. She was leaving her dorm to take a train to Manhattan when Chris approached her, "I think Aly's missing."

Kristina felt a pit in her stomach, "What? Why do you say that?"

"Henrik answered the phone when I called her and said she had a stomach flu. I'm not buying it and he had this weird tone in his voice. I...I fear he has her," Chris said.

"No. No. He can't. We have to go find her. Please," Kristina begged.

Chris held her hand, "We will. As soon as we get to Grand Central Station, call the police. They couldn't have gone far. We'll get her back!"

Back in downtown Hell's Kitchen, Henrik took Aly into his old apartment that he shared with his wife before Juli was born. No one had purchased it, so it was still on the market and he had the keys. There was supposed to be a viewing today, but the realtor had a family emergency.

Henrik sat Aly down on one of the kitchen chairs and pushed her hair out of her face, "Are you going to be a good girl now?"

Aly nodded, shaking with fear of what he may do to her. She tried to untie herself, but he had her and had her good. Once Hank removed the tape from her mouth, she gasped for air, "Henrik...why?"

"I need you so badly. This was the only way I could get you. You just wouldn't listen to me. I had to teach you a lesson," Hank replied.

Aly felt tears forming in her eyes, "What do I have to do?"

"Just be my new wife. Be the girls' stepmom. I want you to be the new Mrs. Henrik Lundqvist," Hank answered.

"I can't do that. I'm in love with Chris. I'm sorry," Aly admitted.

Hank slapped her, causing blood to come from her cheek, "You little bitch! He'll never have you! You're MINE!"

"No I am fucking not! I want Chris, not you!! Let me out now!" Aly screamed, her voice becoming louder.

Henrik carried her to the bedroom, in which there was an air mattress. He threw her on it and laid on top of her, "You're staying right here and I'm not moving until you agree to be with me!"

"Then you're not moving either because I'll never agree!" Aly defended.

"You can be so sexy when you're angry, but right now, you're being a little bitch. Such a naughty girl," Hank shook.

Chris and Kristina arrived in Manhattan a half hour later and immediately called the police. They informed them about what has been happening with Henrik the last four months and suspicion was definitely there. The NYPD sent units out all over Manhattan.

"Will we find her?" Kristina cried.

Chris hugged her, "Yes. Remain positive."

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