Blood and Billions

      He stirred, long thick lashes fluttered open revealing beautiful hazel eyes, then closed again, only to reopen, trying to adjust to the dimly lit room with no windows and a single door to the far left corner of the room. He slowly began to absorb and asses his unfamiliar surroundings. He looked around the relatively small and virtually empty room but for a few items strategically placed. To the left, a few meters away from the door was a table with things he couldn't make out spread across its entire surface. There was a wooden chair placed right in the middle of the room, facing him, with the only source of light, a lamp, hanging from a wooden beam a few meters away from him, it hung between the chair and him.     He tried to stand to his feet from his seated position, suddenly realizing he was restricted by four chains, one for each arm and leg which was then attached to the wall behind him. A flood of

     Nora and her friend stepped into the private elevator they both used. It kept them away from their workers and also the public, just the way they liked it. They were so obsessed with their privacy that they hated interactions and took measures to make sure everything remained that way, private. A few minutes later, they arrived at their cars. A silver Mercedes Benz GLA SUV and a black Audi Q8, they both paused and looked at each other, unsure which car to take."You drive, I'll follow," Nora's friend said as she walked towards the black Audi.     Although billionaires, Nora and her best friend loved to do everything by themselves because that's what they were used to, so off they went to the restaurant for dinner. With no escort, convoy, driver or bodyguard.     A few minutes later, the two cars were parked in front of a nice-looking restaurant. It seemed simple for a location

        Robbin looked at the gun beside her. Determined not to let these men get away with killing her family, she aimed at the head of the man who shot her uncle. Fueled by anger and adrenaline, she waited as they walked towards the body of the man with the large bag, then pulled the trigger, hitting the side of his head. Her uncle's gun lessons paid off. The recoil knocked her a little off balance, but she took aim again. Startled by the sudden gunshot and shocked to see the body of his friend, the man who shot her aunt looked around frantically, trying to figure out where the shot came from. She shot again but missed her target, hitting him instead at the back of his leg. Following the sound, he lifted his head towards the treehouse. Robbin knew she was in trouble, so she shot again as he lifted his gun and slowly advanced towards her, but she missed him slightly. He reached the treehouse and aimed. Scared and panicking, Robbin fumbled wi

Robbin found herself in a small village far away from what used to be home. Tired, scared and hungry, she looked for a place to stay and food to eat. She hadn't slept properly in days and only survived on water from the river and wild fruits. As she walked through what seemed like a large farm, she tried her best not to draw attention to herself from the few workers scattered around. She seemed a little far from them. She began heading towards the truck parked on a dirt road close to the farm. It was filled with baskets of farm produce. Relief washed over her as she began heading towards the truck, stopping suddenly as she heard the voices of a group of men who were standing awkwardly in front of the truck chatting. They were speaking a different language; she couldn't understand a word of what they were saying. She looked around to see if someone was watching her. Luckily for her, there weren't many people around. Everyone was busy with work. She carefully watched as the men chatt

"I found the insider," Nora's friend said to her as she walked into their shared office, her heels softly clicking the tiles. Her eyes lit up, then suddenly became clouded by anger, "Who is it? " She asked as she dropped her bag on the desk in front of her friend. With an incredulous smile, her friend replied, "It's one of the cleaners. We probably left a clue or something in this office." That's the only way she could have found something out. I also found out a lot of interesting things, like how boring going through CCTV footage is. " She let out a loud frustrated sigh, laughed a little, then said to Nora, "please have a seat." Nora obliged and took her seat facing her friend, who slid some pictures over to her. She picked the photographs up and began flipping through "she's dating..." It's more like the journalist is fooling around with her, he's only using her, for want of better words to describe what they're doing, rolling her eyes, she paused, then continued speaking. "Th