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there?
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Lindsey stepped inside, looking around the room for more information. The walls of the room were a pale orange colour and the thick carpet was cream. There was a bed with unmade covers to match the walls, a dark wood dressing table and a wardrobe, where a green sleeve dangled out of the bottom.
    Cautiously, Lindsey walked over to the dressing table, glancing over her shoulder every now and then. The dresser was covered in a display of make-up, hairsprays and jewellery. This stuff was not new like the stuff in Lindsey’s room; some bottles lay open and the handle of the black brush was covered in a layer of pale powder.
    But there were also photos on the table, not of Lindsey this time, but another young woman with long, dark red hair and paper pale skin. Some of the pictures featured large groups of smiling people with the woman. It appeared they had gathered for some occasion; they were all dressed up in fine clothes. But what Lindsey realised was that they all contained Kyle.
     
     
     
    Lindsey’s eyes rested on Kyle’s grinning face, wondering if the red haired woman was his sister or a friend. She looked too happy to be another captive, and she appeared more than comfortable with Kyle; she even had her arms wrapped around in in one photo.
    But where was this woman now?
    Feeling sick, Lindsey turned away from the photos and looked to the wardrobe. Curiosity urged her onwards; Lindsey did not know that her own inquisitiveness was to be her downfall. She opened the doors of the wardrobe to reveal a full wardrobe of clothes. Lindsey decided that this red haired woman did indeed live with Kyle, or perhaps had lived with him recently.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Her fingers skimmed along the garments, her attention caught by one in particular. It was a long white dress, but Lindsey didn’t realise how heavy it was until she pulled it from the wardrobe to examine. At closer inspection Lindsey realised that it wasn’t just any dress, it was a wedding dress.
    Lindsey glanced back at the photos, seeing no wedding photos or a ring upon the red haired woman’s finger. She also didn’t remember Kyle wearing one, nor did he wear one in the photo s. Besides, the dress looked new; it still had the tags on it.
    Fascinated, Lindsey looked over the dress, scoffing at the large price tag on it. Whoever paid for it obviously had money to spare. But then Lindsey noticed a strange coincidence, the measurements were exact to her own measurements. She knew this because she had recently been a bridesmaid and had all her measurements taken for her dress.
    She swallowed hard, confused and stunned by her discovery. Lindsey went to put the wedding dress back; her clenching stomach told her it was not something she was meant to see. But by then it was too late.
    “Don’t you like it?” Kyle’s soft, amused voice asked.
    Lindsey spun, dropping the dress carelessly onto the floor. She gasped aloud, finding that her voice refused to make any sound. As Kyle came towards her, swiftly closing the distance between them, Lindsey felt light headed; Kyle was wearing a dangerous smile, one that a killer would wear when first greeting their victim.
    “Well?” Kyle mused.
    “ W-what is this?” Lindsey stammered nervously. “You plan to marry me?”
    She moved backwards, but Kyle was faster, scooping up the dress on his way. He kept coming towards her, his face warped with demented determination.
    Lindsey felt her back push against the orange wall, she was trapped. She sunk to her knees, covering her face as she prepared for the wrath of Kyle’s hand, but no pain came. Her eyes flickered open, finding Kyle crouched down before her, wearing that strange, twisted smile.
    “Yes Lindsey,” he whispered. “I do.”
     
     
     
     
    Lindsey’s head lulled backwards, but before she could fall Kyle caught her and gathered her limp body into his arms. He cast the dress onto the bed and stood,