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.”

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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.

Bette looked around and saw that only the table she was lying on had been lit with a spotlight. The rest of the room was in darkness.

She cleared her throat, “Hello?”, she managed, “Is there anyone there?”

“Oh, Bette Porter,” a voice said from the darkness, “You’re just as beautiful as your sister.”

“Who’s that,” Bette asked defiantly, turning her head towards the darkness, “Show your face.”

The stranger laughed, “Ah, just as feisty as your sister as well, she was a fighter. Beautiful and such a strong woman. Both with the same weakness of helping other people, that’s why you get into trouble.”

Bette heard footsteps walk across the room, “You girls should learn to mind your own business.”

The stranger stepped into the light, and looked straight at Bette.

Bette’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the psychotic rage in the stranger’s eyes.

She suddenly recognized the face, “How could it be. You?”