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Chapter Four: Trapped

"Well, well, well," Count Olaf or Shirley said, looking down at me like I was a rat that he had caught in a trap. And I was trapped. "look what I found!"

All I could do was stare with my mouth gapping.

"How convenient?" Shirley said, "Now I don't have to retrieve you myself. Only three bratty orphans to go, or are they here too?"

I shook my head, still at a loss for words.

"What are you doing in my office, orphan?" Shirley said, "Did you not pay attention earlier today when I warned you not to be rude to me?"

I bit my lip but said nothing.

Shirley kicked me in the side making me gasp in pain. "You hurt Klaus!" I blurted, "You made him go away! Y-you…" Fresh tears brimmed my eyes.

"You're beloved boyfriend is the one who's hurting people, not me," Shirley said, "didn't he crush that poor man's leg just yesterday?"

I glared at him. "You know that wasn't on purpose," I said, fiercely, "You hypnotized him. That wasn't Klaus who operated that machine. Klaus isn't the person sleeping in that bunk bed right now! Klaus isn't the boy who left here earlier tonight!"

"Dr. Orwell explained that he was just tired," Shirley said, "He'll be fine in the morning. Better than fine actually."

"You made him go away!" I cried, "That glassy, clueless boy you hypnotized is not the Klaus that I know. Bring him back!"

"I'm sorry, orphan," she sneered, "but that isn't how this is going to work. Now, enough chitchat, you're wasting my valuable time. See, while you were busy being useless, your boyfriend woke up and decided to operate more dangerous machines. Wait until Sir sees that his partner is dead, he'll give you brats to me for sure."

I gasped. "No!" I shouted, a tear escaped down my cheek. "Phil said he would watch him…I…I…"

"You trust that idiot?" Shirley sneered, "Not even he would challenge authority. He doesn't want Foreman Flacutono to fire him. How else will he earn money? Now get up." She grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet.

"Oh, Georgina," Shirley called, as she began to drag me from the room. I tried to resist but she held my arm in a firm grip.

"Did you get the wine?" Dr. Orwell's voice hollered from somewhere else in the building.

"I've got something better than wine," Shirley crowed.

There were the sounds of footsteps and Dr. Orwell rounded the corner into the hallway where Shirley and I were. When she saw me, a grin spread across her red lips.

"What's that orphan girl doing here?" she asked.

"She was clever enough to find a way into my office but I wasn't fooled for a second," Shirley bragged, "I knew something was wrong as soon as I walked into my office and found the window was open. Then I saw the orphan's shoelace sticking out from underneath my desk. Now our job just got easier."

"Should we use some hypnosis on the girl like that bookworm?" Dr. Orwell asked Shirley, staring at me like a snake about to strike its next victim. "We could use both of them to cause an accident at the lumbermill."

My eyes widened. "No, don't!" I yelled, trying to slip my arm out of Shirley's grasp so I could get away. I couldn't let them hypnotize me or I would never be able to help Klaus. I wouldn't be myself anymore either. But I was just a weak little girl so Shirley was able to keep me from running away.

Shirley's lips curved into a grin. "Perfect!"

"No!" I cried as Shirley started forward again. She yanked me forward as I fought against her tight hold. Dr. Orwell reached out and grabbed my other arm so that I found myself hopelessly trapped. I kicked and screamed as they dragged me into a dark room. One of them turned on the light. There was a bed in the middle of the room with straps. It looked like one of those beds used in mental hospitals.

"No!" I screamed and tried to pull back so they couldn't put me on the bed. Shirley growled, grabbed me, and put me on the bed.

They pinned me down and tightened the straps around my wrists, ankles, and torso. Dr. Orwell grabbed a jeweled cane. Lights from the ceiling glinted on the ruby at the end of the cane.

I kept trying as hard as I could to break free as more tears poured down my cheeks. Dr. Orwell was about to raise her cane when there was a beeping noise. Shirley scowled and took out a walkie talkie from her pocket. She pressed a button and a voice on the other end spoke.

"The bookworm brat is here and so is that old man. The plan should work in a few minutes but I couldn't find that Jam-"

"Shh!" Shirley said into the walkie-talkie, "I have that brat in my clutches right now. She decided to sneak into my office to save her precious boyfriend from the spell Dr. Orwell cast him under."

"Really? Is the Veronica girl with you too or that baby?"

"What? No!" Shirley yelled into the walkie-talkie.

"Well I didn't see them when I went to the workers' dormitory. I got that Phil to tell me they went somewhere and seemed worried. I might need you here in case they've come up with a plan to stop ours. Not that your plan isn't genius…but…"

"I'll be there," Shirley snarled and pressed the off button. "Let's go." She said to Dr. Orwell.

"What about the girl?" she asked, looking pointedly at me.

"Just leave her there," Shirley said, "we'll finish when we get back. Then, we'll have her fortune. If only Jane's mother were here to see what I'm going to do to her precious little child and her stupid friends."

Dr. Orwell laughed cruelly as the two villains left me alone, turning the light out as they left.