Sky
I hold my mouth shut with my hands as I shiver watching the horror unfold in front of me. Secluded in such a dark area had hidden me from participating in the trauma of my life but my eyes were not shielded from it as I watched it all unfold. Standing in the room was five men, four of them dressed in black while one of them, tall and husky wore a grey pant and a black shirt, his build was bigger despite being hidden under that oversized shirt. A couple of inches taller than all the men in the room, it was easy to know he was the leader of the group. Right in the middle of them was the Klaus family, his wife and his 24 year old daughter who was the same age as me. “Do you have any idea who I am?” Mr Klaus demanded, his breathing heaved. His eyes daring as he stared at the men before him. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t” the man replied, he leaned on the wall with his left leg raised up. A smug look on his face as he flicked through his fingers. “How dare you come into my home?” Mr Klaus yelled. His voice high pitched annoying the man in front of him. He pulled off the wall and walked closer, a slap to his face was enough to make me jump. He had just slapped Mr Klaus. He grabbed a fistful of hair raising his face to his. “You don’t seem to grasp what is going on here?” He breathed out. “I could have you killed” The man moved away from him and then came back with speed knocking his jaw with his knees, Mr Klaus fell with a heavy stud to the ground. As an average man with a rounded stomach, he bounced like a ball on the floor. Blood dripped from his nose and mouth, he rolled to the side as he coughed out on the ground. He slowly sat up to face the man in front him, “What do you want from me?” He asked. “Revenge” the man answered, his eyes daring and mysterious. There was a familiarity in the way he spoke, like he had known Mr Klaus for a long time. His wife and daughter were being held down by those men, he knelt in front of them like a shield but there is not so much he could do when he was at the mercy of this man. I gulped down as I gazed into his eyes, I have never seen so much hatred and resentment, my skin crawled and I could feel the darkness envelop me. I dared not to make a sound, I could never face a man like him, I would be dead in seconds. “Please spare my family” Mr Klaus began to plead. He probably realized that he was not going to make it out alive, he was no match for the man. I could feel the fear in his voice as he spoke. He had no one to save him, he was all alone. The man leaned down a bit and grabbed his Adam’s apple, “Did you think you could deceive me and get away with it? I served you for years, I gave you a chance to come clean to me but you decided to use me” the man threatened. As I sat in the darkness, I wondered whath meant by that, I never knew Mr Klaus as a deceiver, he was a very honest man. He had men at his beak and call but he was never violent, not that I knew him to be. “I am sorry” he began begging, pleading on his life, wishing and praying that he and his family would not be hurt. A shrilled laugh filled the room, it was dark and filled with evil thoughts, “Tie him up” the man ordered. Mr Klaus struggled with two men that held him but for a man who was short in stature with a protruding stomach and a bald head, he was like a potato thrown on a chair, soon he was tied up and unable to move. “I gave you the chance to walk away, to avoid all these but you chosed to look the other way. You know I don’t give second chances” I was getting more confused by what was going on, if Mr Klaus wasn’t guilty considering the type of man I knew he was then why was he begging or could he have been in the wrong?. Kayla has been quiet ever since, wrapped in her mother’s arm who was shielding her from what they would do to her father. “Please forgive me” Mr Klaus pleaded. “Hmm” he breathed out picking something from the dinner table, I couldn’t figure out what it was until he got closer to Mr Klaus and stabbed him in the eye. It was a Fork. My body began shaking and I tried so hard to hid my hasty breaths, watching blood gush out from his eyes and his screams of agony, I couldn’t bare to look at him. How could a person be so wicked to do that to anyone. “Now with one eye, I want you kill your daughter, let’s say your vision was blurry and you didn’t see her and shot her by accident. No, not Kayla, I thought to myself. Kayla was my best friend, she was the closest thing I had to a family. I watched them take her out of Mrs Klaus care, they held her still making sure that she wouldn’t move a muscle. The man moved closer to Mr Klaus, he positioned a gun in his hand and raised his arm up to Kayla’s head. I wanted to run out, I wanted to save her but I was just a weak and defenseless girl who couldn’t move because she was terrified. Bang, came the gunshot and Kayla dropped to the ground dead with a bullet hole to her head. I could see her staring straight at me, it was like I could hear her last words to me. “Found you” An hour before her death, we were playing hide and seek while Mrs Klaus made dinner, I hid in a closet by the corner of the room while she searched everywhere for me, it was my favorite hiding spot and not once has she ever caught me there. Everyone knew about my spot except her. Mrs Klaus screams woke me from my thought, she had been pleading with them ever since to spare Kayla but they didn’t listen to her and held her down. She held her daughter in her arms, shouting and crying. “Kill me” she yelled at the man. Her family was already taken from her, her only daughter laid lifeless in her arms, she couldn’t deal with it anymore and wanted her life to end sooner so that she could join her daughter in the afterlife. “Do you hear that?, even your wife wants to leave you after you had the audacity to kill her only daughter. Shame on you, how could you be such a wicked father” the man teased Mr Klaus whispering those vile words into his ears. Strangely Mr Klaus believed it, he believed that he was the one who killed his daughter, “Honey I am sorry, I didn’t mean to do it” he cried out. He had totally forgotten about the pain from his eyes and was more focused on the pain in his heart, the emotional pain. “Kill me” Mrs Klaus kept on pleading and screaming. The man sat on the sofa spreading his legs wide open, “I am considering giving you a second chance” Mr Klaus slowly turned to him, confused why he would be getting a second chance after he had killed it daughter. “Yes, it is true” he lifted his hands in the air showing his sincerity and change of heart. “But you will have to do something for me, can you do it?” He continued. Mr Klaus nodded his head in agreement, anything to spare his life at the moment but what about his daughter?. “Shoot her, put her out of her misery and I will walk away and leave you alone for the rest of your life” The room fell silent as Mr Klaus was lost in great contemplation, “If you don’t do it then I will kill you and your wife, you cannot blame me for your child, you did that. But If you do kill your dear wife then you will be set free” he explained further and silence once filled the room again. This man was sick, he was a murderer, he was terrifying, to hell with him. After five minutes, Mr Klaus came to a decision, I could see his hand lifted up, raising the gun towards his wife. “I am sorry Honey” he said and pulled the trigger. “Son of a bitch” the man cursed after escaping a bullet that grazed his arm, if he wasn’t fast enough then the bullet would have gone straight into his heart. Mr Klaus had made a last minute decision to shoot him instead of his wife but because of his fast reflexes, he missed his target. Several shots were fired and Mr Klaus and his wife were both dead, I had just watched the massacre of a whole family and it shook me to the core, my face was now dry from all that crying and my mouth was sore from being clenched together against its will. I couldn't move an inch, the hairs on my body stood in sync. All I wanted was for the men to leave the room and I could finally run for my life. “Clean this up” the man ordered and it dawned on me that they would be there for a few more hours trying to get rid of the bodies. A few more hours They could find me in minutes if they decided to search around. My thought were a ramble, since all the previous victims were dead then I might as well be the next victim, I didn’t want to die. Slow and steady footsteps began approaching the closet, my heart raced faster than the beatings of a drum. It was literally out of my chest, I moved backwards quietly to hide myself when he stopped right in front of the door and turned his back to me. I let out a sigh of relief after almost being caught when the doors opened wide revealing me to five hefty men in the room who were surprised to see me. “We got another one” the man picked my fragile little body on top of his shoulders as he strode towards the man in the grey pant. I tried to struggle with him fighting and kicking him but I was a mere chopstick and he could break my bones easily if he wanted to. I was thrown down harshly at his feet, I turned forward only to be met face to face with him. My hands were shaking and breaths became heavy again, more faster than when the man approached me. His eyes were green and dark, It was like staring at death directly in the eye. Horrifying. “What do we do with you?” He spoke tilting his head a bit. I try to avert his gaze but I was scared that he might kill me if I dare blink. “Please don’t hurt me, I will do anything you want me to, I will not tell anyone anything. I swear on my life, I don’t want to die please” I pleaded, it was the least I could do in a situation like this. After all that I had seen, I knew I was nothing to him than just another body that he could drop dead. I closed my eyes hoping and praying that he would spare my life. “Anything?” I hear him say and I open my eyes immediately. Was he accepting my offer, was he going to spare my life. He was already standing in front of me, I had to tilt my head backwards a great deal to catch a glimpse of his face. “Yes anything” I nodded my head. His rough hands touched my face and then caressed my lips before he squeezed my right nipple in his hand. I knew exactly where this was going but it was the price to save my life.Sky I am standing in front of a bed in a room filled with lavender scent, a vanity table adjacent to the dressing area, the surface adorned with trinkets and treasures. A pair of curtains flutter in the breeze, the green folds pushed to each corner allowing the rays of sunlight into the room. He stands behind me, his gaze lingers, unwavering, sending a shiver down my spine. As if he could see the layers underneath the clothing. A tremor courses through my fingers, I try to stay calm but fail helplessly, fear and uncertainty grips me, making me rethink my decision. Should I have just died like the others, should I have ended my fate right there when I was caught. No, I don’t want to die. His shadow stood enormous on the bed almost like I had disappeared into him, I was nothing but a fragile and petite girl standing close to his figure. I could hear the sound of cushion bring pressed backwards, strange enough that my hearing was at its highest peek when my life i
DareThe morning sun springs up in the sky, I sit on the sofa in the living room staring at a door that catches my view. I had given her just one rule, never step out of the room without my permission. I have no idea why I want her to defy me, why I want her to open that door and step out. Ofcourse I would feel good about punishing her, a little gore play doesn’t hurt.The sound of the door bell catches my attention and I make my way to the door. An unexpected guess stands there with a smile on his face.“Dare, it’s been a while” Mark says. He is wearing a blue Jean on a black leather jacket clad with his combat boot. I spot the BMW right behind him and he turns his eyes to it.“Sweet ride don’t you think” he asks and I give him a slight nod.Mark and I have been buddies, we work for the same organization until I left and decided to start afresh. When he first joined us, he was a naive little boy who needed a family, I thought him everything he knew, made sure he could stay on his bac
I stand there quiet, if he has a suspicion then he should fucking work on it. “Why did you leave?” he asked, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut through the tension.“I was sick of it,” I said, my tone flat. It wasn’t a lie. It had been a game to me, one I played until I got what I wanted. By then, there was no point in staying.“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t suspect you.”I shoved my hands into my pockets and rose to my feet, walking closer until I was inches from his face. His words were a challenge, and he knew it. Daring me to act. Testing me.But I wasn’t afraid of him. If I wanted to, I could smash his head against the wall and bury his body right next to his father’s grave. The thought almost made me smile. I’d made him who he was, built him from nothing, and now he had the nerve to stand there and question me like I was some kind of commoner. My fists clenched at my sides, the urge to hit him burning through me.But not yet. Not now. If I killed him here, it would be
SkyThe room was suffocating, the kind of darkness that felt alive, wrapping around me like a second skin. I was naked, trembling, my body pressed against the cold wall. My hands and feet were chained, the iron biting into my skin, reducing me to something less than human. I whimpered, tears streaking my face as the reality of my situation sank deeper. I had no idea where I was, how I got here, or how to escape.Then, I heard it.Footsteps.The sound of leather boots pressing against the floor echoed through the void. My heart raced, panic overtaking me as I scanned the blackness, trying to see where they were coming from. The footsteps grew louder, closer, each one sending a shiver through my body.The creak of a door opening caught my attention. A sliver of light appeared, faint and distant, casting the outline of a figure. My breath caught as the door swung wider, flooding the room with just enough light for me to make out the man stepping inside.He was massive, towering, his pres
DareI am walking across the room when I hear muffled sounds from her room, I could tell exactly what those sounds were and it pissed me off. How dare you jerk off herself when I didn’t give her the permission, I push open the door to found her squimmering under the sheets, she is breathless and shaking, her eyes are closed.Is she dreaming? What is she dreaming of? “Please” I hear her whisper, the same way she did the other night. It’s soft and soothing to the ear, I would never let her go if she begged me with such tone.She pushed herself down, her legs crossed together and tightly.I sit by the bed watching her, I could hear moans escaping her lips, my two fingers caressed her lips when she opened them wide. For a minute I thought she was awake and responding to me but she was still fast asleep, I dipped my fingers into her open mouth and she sucks on them immediately. Whatever she was dreaming off has her horny as shit. I pulled my fingers out of her lips and ran them down her
DareI stood in my living room, the stench of blood heavy in the air, bodies scattered around me like discarded chess pieces. These men were supposed to be my recruits. Now they were nothing but lifeless proof of what happens when you cross me.After watching the news, everything in my life had spiraled. I hadn’t expected her to be the Mayor’s daughter. It had never crossed my mind. She didn’t act like she came from money, and she never once mentioned her family—not that I gave her much of a chance to talk. I’d assumed she was another runaway, abandoned by the world, just like the rest of us.But a million dollars changes everything. That kind of reward? It could make men betray their blood, and here I was, in the middle of the aftermath.“No one touches what’s mine,” I muttered under my breath, tightening my grip on the situation.Then came the voice from outside—grating, arrogant, and loud enough to make me grit my teeth.“Listen up!” it called out. “We know you have the Mayor’s dau
“Dad!” she screams, her voice cracking as the car disappears from sight. My grip on her remains unyielding, my hands steady around her. I can feel her trembling, her shoulders shaking with sobs. She doesn’t stop struggling, but I don’t let go.She turns to me, her face streaked with tears, her eyes brimming and swollen. Her cheeks sag, a picture of heartbreak.“Please,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “Just let me go. Let me go back to my family.”Her words sting in a way I didn’t expect, but I ignore the pang in my chest. She doesn’t understand—she can’t. I hoist her over my shoulder, ignoring her soft cries and the weak pounding of her fists against my back.The walk to the house feels longer than it should, her muffled pleas ringing in my ears. I push the door open and head straight to my room, the only place where I can remind her what she means to me.Her tears seep into my shirt, warm and wet, but I don’t stop. She’s mine. She belongs here.I set her down gently, sitting her
SkyMy eyes flutter open to the sound of my stomach growling, a hollow ache reminding me of how little I’ve eaten. I sit up, resting my head against the pillow behind me, and let out a deep sigh. The events of last night replay in my mind—the failed attempt to see my father, the crushing disappointment. The open window lets in a cool breeze, carrying with it an unnerving silence. It’s eerily quiet.Dare isn’t home.The realization sparks a glimmer of hope. I scramble to the closet, yanking out the white sheets, my hands moving with a frantic urgency. I drag the sheets to the bed, tying the ends together in tight knots. Next, I pull down the black curtains and secure them to the makeshift rope. My heart pounds as I glance out the window, checking the ground below.The guards are fewer than usual.A smile creeps across my face. Maybe this is it—my chance to escape him. My father must be worried sick, and I can’t let him stay that way. I know I swore my life to Dare in that moment of des
Morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains of Darla’s room, painting delicate patterns across the hardwood floor. The warmth was gentle, almost coaxing, but she remained curled beneath the covers, knees drawn to her chest, eyes fixed on the phone in her hands. It was an older model, chipped at the edges and slow to respond, but it held pieces of her past she couldn’t bring herself to erase.A hesitant knock at the door broke the silence, and Darla tensed instinctively, fingers tightening around the phone. But the voice that followed was warm, familiar, and a little rough with age.“Darla?” Marcel called softly. “Breakfast is ready downstairs. I made some coffee too—figured you could use it.”She exhaled slowly, the tension bleeding from her shoulders. Marcel’s presence was still new, a puzzle piece she hadn’t expected but found herself clinging to. He was a stranger in some ways—his eyes older, face lined with years of grief and weariness—but the kindness in his gaze was th
Ethan’s knuckles rapped against the door for the third time, the hollow sound echoing through the deserted hotel hallway. He leaned in, jaw clenched tight, heart hammering painfully against his ribcage. Silence stretched on the other side—deafening, absolute. Not even a whisper of movement.He swore under his breath, frustration spiking hot and sharp through his veins. Darla had to be inside. She wasn’t the type to ignore people, no matter how furious or hurt she might have been. Not unless…His breath hitched at the thought, fingers flexing against the smooth wood of the door. No. She couldn’t have left—not without a word, not when there was so much unresolved between them.But the silence lingered, unbroken and oppressive, taunting him with every heartbeat.“Darla!” he called, voice low but urgent, fingers tightening around the door handle. “Open up. We need to talk.”Nothing.An icy tendril of dread curled in his gut, twisting tighter with each passing second. His eyes narrowed, pu
The suitcase lay open on the bed, half-filled with clothes hastily folded and shoes shoved into corners. Darla’s hands trembled as she reached for another dress, the soft fabric slipping between her fingers as she struggled to breathe evenly. Her heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs, her pulse a dull roar in her ears.She bit down on her lip, hard enough to sting, and forced herself to focus—one item at a time, one movement at a time. Pack, zip, leave. Simple. Necessary. Anything to escape the suffocating walls of the hotel room and the possibility of running into him again.Ethan.The name alone sent a fresh wave of panic crashing through her, her fingers faltering around the edge of a blouse. His eyes, dark and unreadable, flashed unbidden in her mind—the way they’d looked at her in the lobby, a mixture of shock and something else she couldn’t name. Something raw and aching that left her chest tight and her breath shallow.She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing the memory aw
Esther’s eyes flicked to the clock on her office wall for the fifth time in as many minutes. Each tick seemed to echo louder than the last, pounding in her ears like a cruel reminder. It was past seven in the evening, the sky outside her floor-to-ceiling windows a dull gray, streaked with the last traces of daylight. Her phone lay face-up on her desk, dark and silent despite the dozen missed calls she had made.She drew in a shaky breath, forcing herself to focus on the financial reports open on her monitor, but the numbers blurred together, meaningless. The cursor blinked accusingly, a taunt to her futile attempts at distraction. Her manicured fingers drummed nervously against the mahogany desk, a tremor betraying her otherwise composed exterior.Two hours.For two hours, she had been calling Roy.And for two hours, he had not picked up. Not once.Her chest tightened painfully, a dull ache settling beneath her ribs. The same ache that had been festering since that night—since Darla h
Author’s POVThe low buzz of conversation filled the VIP section of the Rooftop Bar, but Roy barely registered it. His fingers curled around the neck of his beer bottle, the cool glass slick against his palm. It was already past three in the afternoon, and he was on his third bottle—maybe fourth. He wasn’t even sure anymore.He had come here thinking a few drinks with the boys might clear his head. It didn’t.King’s voice cut through the haze, smooth and casual. “What’s on your mind, buddy?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. The bottle in his hand clinked softly against the table, but Roy’s eyes remained distant, fixed somewhere beyond the dim blue lights flickering above.The atmosphere was suffocating. The heavy curtains blocked out any sunlight, making it impossible to tell if it was day or night. But the gloom felt fitting—an external mirror of the storm churning inside him.Darla.Her name surfaced in his mind unbidden, bringing with it a flood of memories he’d tried and faile
Ethan’s knuckles had turned red the moment he stepped out of the car, his fingers clenched so tightly that the veins beneath his skin protruded like strained cables. He flexed his hand absently, a futile attempt to shake off the tension that seemed embedded too deep to dislodge. The car ride had been mortifying, the low hum of conversation between John and Carlo barely registering. Their voices melded into the background—mere noise compared to the chaos raging inside his head.Darla.She had been right there. Right in front of him. And yet, the instant their eyes met, she had turned and fled. As if he were something to be avoided. As if he were nothing.How many times was she going to keep running from him?A sharp exhale left him, his jaw tightening with barely restrained frustration. He could never forget that face—those eyes, the way her lips parted in that fleeting second before she bolted like a coward. His chest burned with something raw and unnameable.Anger?Frustration?Pain?
The shrill ringing of the alarm clock waked Darla up. She groaned, her hand fumbling blindly across the nightstand until her fingers closed around her phone. Squinting against the harsh light of the screen, her eyes widened at the numbers glaring back at her.9:12 AM.Panic jolted her up, sending a violent pulse of pain through her skull.Shit. Shit. Shit.Her meeting was at 10 AM. She was supposed to wake up early, go over her notes one last time—not drown herself in alcohol and pass out fully dressed. The nausea hit first, causing the room to spin dangerously. Gritting her teeth, Darla pressed her fingers to her temples as if that could somehow hold her brain together.This is what you get, Darla.The floor tilted beneath her feet as she stumbled into the bathroom. She barely registered the icy chill of the shower before a sharp gasp tore from her throat. The shock of cold water slammed into her, dulling the pounding in her head just enough to think.You don’t have time for this.S
Revenge is a slow burn—a fire that starts deep in your gut and spreads until it consumes everything in its path.People warn against it, say it will rot you from the inside out.But they never talk about the rush.The satisfaction.The raw power of watching the people who wronged you crumble under the weight of their own sins.Darla never knew how intoxicating it could be—until tonight.She had seen the way their expressions twisted—first shock, then anger, then finally settling into pure hatred.At least, hers did.Esther.God, she hated Darla.It was written all over her perfectly painted face, hidden beneath layers of artificial charm. The way she clutched Roy’s arm, fingers digging into his sleeve as if Darla were a ghost who had returned to haunt her.And maybe she had.Maybe she wanted to be.She couldn’t stand Esther.Not just because she had married Darla’s fiancé, but because she had stolen the life Darla was supposed to have. The love. The family she had envisioned.Esther h
Roy Claus was still pisded about his anniversary being ruined, his entire world was unraveling in the span of a single night.After four years of silence, four years of pretending she never existed, of pushing her memory into the darkest corners of his mind—she came back.And she wrecked everything.The sound of shattering glass still echoed in his head.His perfect night—ruined. He could step out and face the guests, he felt so ashamed.A soft touch landed on his arm.“Roy…”Esther called him.Her voice was gentle, careful—too careful. As if she were willing the room to forget what had just happened, to pretend that Darla hadn’t just torn open a wound that was never meant to heal.Roy turned to her sharply, his hand grabbing her wrist before he even realized what he was doing.She flinched.“What the hell did she mean?” he raked, demanding answers he wasn’t sure he wanted.But he needed them.He couldn't forget the scene where Darla whispered into her ears, it made him feel like he wa