Let the game begin - unknown man Meanwhile in India Narrator point of viewThe weather was gloomy and vicious as light lightning struck the skies illuminating orange lights . The house windows flared from the lightning it felt as it they may break . The sky was surrounded with pitch black clouds making it look as if the sun had already set . The house of the clock stuck at 5 p.m. broken and the mirror of the clock was shattered long before . The floor was painted red by the victims blood . The pipe of the kitchen was broken as water flow through it the living room was filled with knee-length water . The wall had a hand imprint of a lady as she struggled as the killed her and her family . The food was left untouched except for one bite savoured by the killer as he watched the family die a gruesome and horrific death . The whole place was a mess and smelled of blood, gun -powder , the wailing cries as the family begged for their lives . The group clicked various photos of the family
If you think you have won then you are far away from the truth - Tanya Tanya(P.O.V) The whole night I was unable to sleep maybe it was being in the presence of that criminal but it feels like something bizarre is going to happen . Everything is gone but else is left to be go away from me ? I am terribly missing Zainab and some of my cousin . Although bua was never good to me but her son and I went pretty well along . Maybe it's true that you can't live without having any relationships. But what if the relations are just a mere act put forward to satisfy the greedy wants of the individual ? Something it feels like that my life has turn into a circus and just like the ringmaster my fate had dancing me on its fingers . Just look at him sleeping peacefully with a smile as if he had not done something slightly wrong . Doesn't he feel guilty ? How can you sleep while taking away someone's freedom and happiness . How !? . The guilty doesn't eat you up or it is scared of you too ? . My blo
Continuing the blood game - Unknown man Meanwhile in India Narrator point of view A young girl in her late teen is being tied to a chair in a beaten warehouse sitting in a eerie hallway with smashed mirrors and loud wailing of girls as they get mercilessly dragged by their hairs their fault nothing just their existence in his world where they dare to open up their mouth to revolt with her cheeks strained with the never ending flow of tears her blue leggings are now brownish red after mixing with her own blood by the continuous whipping . Various scary men surrounding her and all see can see now is a group of young girls and women of all the possible age group looking at her with pity, sympathy and fear( Imagine the little girls peeking at her from various rooms ) The boss ordered to stop the beating for a while as he looked at the best friend of his girl who dare to escape from his men while they were kidnapping her . He didn't want to hurt her if that's the only language she
Love is not what you call Mr Blackwell - Tanya Tanya ( P.O.V) The sun was almost set with last rays of Sunshine creating a illusion that the day was yet to over . The birds was flying with her wings spread wide and their heads high with respect and was going back to their home to their family . But where should I go ? My family had already died! I can't live with my relatives as they don't want me to live with them , but those who were my own people what did they get in return of helping me ? Pain, torture , scars nothing else . How I am repaying with all the love and affection showed by them by putting them through these times . I didn't want this , this lavish lifestyle , this fake respect among people , these big expensive cars , h*ll even this marriage I was happy in my own world with adequate resources it wasn't that lavish but atleast I felt calm, happy and has freedom . What else this man will take away from me !? I closed my eyes as tears started flowing from them . Remember
Fear is what keep people under control- Lesrov Narrator point of view Meanwhile in Lesrov's warehouse The night scene in the warehouse was typically the same before all h*ll break loose . The creaking of the doors whose hinges were barely able to keep them stand still . The children of some young women in their late teens with hope in their eyes sitting in a big room and playing among themselves unaware of their bizarre future and what their mothers have to bear everyday to feed them . The other women and girls was much aware of the situation and had lost hope and prayed for their children's safety everyday . The elder women were assigned with the task of keeping the warehouse clean which sometimes include cleaning the victims remains after being murdered in front of everyone . But not all of them had lost the hope while some waited patiently for some miracle to take place others took their own fate in their hands . Such a girl was Ziya . After being sold by her father itself sh
Continuing what was left in between - Tanya Narrator point of view After the chaos of the day the night was surprisingly calm with the dark night sky and the twinkling of the stars with the moon illuminating the sky and giving it a beautification of its own . As the moon signifies reincarnation , wisdom, intuition, birth and a spiritual connection . Just gazing the moon is enough to lift up anyone's mood. As the two chatted with each other the moonlight fall ( Imagine them talking to each other while moonlight fall on them ) on the curtains creating a calm aura in the room easing the tension and giving relaxation to both of them . The two person is none other than tanya and Drake . A peaceful conversation or a simple conversation between the two without any possible threat , damage was hardly possible considering the seriousness of the situation or the relationship among them . Tanya's brows knitted in confusion as she heard what Drake was saying however she was not be blamed ho
Everything will be smooth or screwed . Narrator point of view (Continuing when Drake hugged her) There she stood completely frozen her mind blanked as she felt Drake bulky frame gently holding her tiny and fragile one as compared to him . Her heart beat was accelerating she was left in a state of a daze as according to her he is a man who barely show any emotion other than anger and hunger for power , dominance and control which she witnessed in not so good situations unfortunately. On the other hand Drake was feeling overwhelming that emotion which he hardly seen in the years forget experiencing . He felt protective towards her and moreover could not digest separation for a mere few hours . It was like a romantic novel scene with both the male and female drowned in their own world with adrenaline rushing into their system expect only one of them was feeling butterflies while the other stood angered and shocked . A fair crowd of both the students and the teachers alike were formed
Think twice before you trust somebody - Lesrov Narrator point of view The dark night in the warehouse was not over yet . It was a moonless night with nothing but darkness in the sky , in the surroundings , in the warehouse and in the hearts of the survivors there but one man wanted his presence his image his reputation to be so dark that it can shiver a dead person in his grave . Power is a strong thing you don't how much that you have given it the person whom you shouldn't until it's too late . Power the most desired feeling the power of authority of control over someone who is inferior to you is what makes it so fascinating yet so difficult to achieve to establish your superintendent . It's what make a person conscience blind if it's not controlled on time it's consequence is always bizarre predictable in nature yet can't be seen . The clock struck 12 a.m. indicating a new day has begun yet nothing was changed in the people's lives it's hard to remain positive amidst all the darkn