Julia’s doppelganger awoke by the pulling of her chair back into an upwards position. Listen… The doorbell startled Sonja from her sleep-deprived dozing off. That didn’t stop Julia from acquiring possession of her phone, and after a short “convincing” period, granting access to it, and subsequently, all her social media, emails, and other personal info. Her own underwear were plain and boring, worn out and cheap. She looked at the picture of a handsome, finally dressed guy with a perfectly trimmed short beard, posing with confidence in the photo. Listen… Sonja complained she was cold, but her identical kidnapper didn’t want to risk undoing her bonds over trivial things like this. Julia’s eyes slowly open. She looked breathtaking. Every room was prettier than the next, Julia was left speechless in every turn. He was Sonja’s husband. She had a sense of “inhabiting” this person, this life.
