THE ONE

Ryan Pov….

Trembling, I reached out to the box, my hands shaking as I touched the surface. “Please forgive me,” I begged, my voice pleading. “I warned her, but she wouldn’t listen. Please, don’t punish me for her mistake." The box suddenly flashed a warning light, and I felt a wave of fear wash over me.

The light turned from red to green, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I carefully placed the box back on the shelf, my hands still shaking. I sat back down on the bed, trying to catch my breath.

I had to warn her, to stop her from causing any more damage. I reached up and pressed the alarm button above my bed. Within seconds, the door burst open and the guards rushed in.

“Get my wife,” I commanded, and the guards bowed and hurried out of the room.

A soft knock ring at the door, and I jumped at the sound. “Come in,” I said.

Slowly, the door opened, revealing Olivia, her head bowed and her eyes downcast. “You called for me, my….?” she asked, her voice trembling with fear.

I looked up at her, my gaze piercing. I let the silence hang in the air for a few seconds, watching her squirm under my scrutiny. Finally, I spoke. “Look at me when you speak, Olivia,” I said, my voice firm.

She immediately jerked her head up, her eyes wide with fear.

“Good,” I said, satisfied that she had obeyed me. “Now, tell me why you lied to me” My eyes bore into hers, searching for the truth.

My anger flared, and for a brief moment I was tempted to strike her down. But I forced myself to stay calm, to remain in control. I needed to know the truth, and I couldn’t let my emotions get the better of me.

“You actually thought you could lie to me and get away with it?” I growled, leaning in close to her. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out the truth?” My voice was shaking with rage.

“Who took your virginity, Olivia?” I asked, my voice cold and emotionless. She stammered, unable to form a coherent response. Her eyes darted around the room, like a trapped animal looking for an escape.

“Tell me who did it, Olivia!” I demanded, my voice rising in frustration. I could feel my patience wearing thin, and I knew I was on the verge of losing control. She was terrified, and I could tell she was close to breaking.

“It was my ex,” she stammered, her hand gripping her dress in a death-like hold. She was a pitiful sight, her eyes darting around the room, unable to meet my gaze. Tears welled up in her eyes, and I could see the fear and shame etched on her face.

“So your parents never told you that no one enters my house without being a virgin?" I sneered, taking a step towards her. She scuttled backwards, her eyes wide with terror.

“Get out!” I shouted, my voice filled with rage. She stumbled towards the door, her hand shaking as she reached for the handle. I watched her, my heart pounding in my chest. Just as she was about to open the door, I called out:

“Wait!”

“You went through my box?” I demanded, pointing an accusing finger towards it. She stood there, frozen. She had no words to defend herself, no explanation to offer. She had been caught red-handed.

“I told you not to go near it, didn’t I?” I said, my voice low and threatening. She stood there, silent, unable to move or speak. It was clear that she knew she had made a terrible mistake.

“Ye….s, I did go close to it, but before I could, it pushed me to the floor, causing me to bleed.” My ears stood in alert hearing her last words, “Oh no, this can’t be.”

I stared at her, my eyes narrowing as the realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This was the moment I had been dreading, the moment I had tried to avoid. She was the one I had been searching for, and now she was standing right in front of me. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my palms were sweaty. I felt like I was going to pass out from the shock.

Authors pov……

In the deepest, darkest recesses of the room, shadows lurk, ready to pounce. A faint glow from the lone candle illuminates only a fraction of the room, and the corners lie in complete darkness, their secrets hidden away from the naked eye. The floorboards creak beneath your feet, their voice the only sound in the stillness of the night. The air is thick with the smell of dust and decay, a reminder of the passage of time and the inevitable march of entropy.

A shadow crept out of the room, elongated and thin, as if stretched by some unseen force. It stood in the hallway, silent and still, its form barely visible in the dim light. But then, ever so slowly, it began to move, its shape shifting and distorting as it flowed down the corridor like liquid darkness. There was something unsettling about this shadow, something that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and sent shivers down your spine.

The owner of the shadow was revealed to be a woman, tall and slender, with long dark hair that cascaded down her back. She was dressed all in black, from her high-heeled boots to the sleek trench coat that hugged her figure. Her face was pale and almost luminous, her dark eyes glinting with an inner light. As she turned to face the detectives, they could see the faintest trace of a smile playing around her lips. It was a smile that spoke of secrets, of mysteries yet to be uncovered.

She leaned forward, a sly smile playing on her lips as she exhaled a cloud of smoke in the direction of the detectives. “Got any more questions?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Its settling gently, form the researches we have gathered so far the secret have been uncovered but the potential of it haven’t been known” the grumpiest of the detectives reply his eyes filled with a strenuous stare.

“How long have you known about this?” she asked, her eyes glittering with interest. The detective shifted uncomfortably in his position, avoiding her gaze.

“Just two days ago,” he replied, his voice curt and dismissive. She recoiled slightly, taken aback by his brusque response.

“Olivia! Olivia! Olivia!” she screamed, her voice shaking with rage. “You’ll pay for what you’ve done! I’ll make you suffer for all the pain you’ve caused me! You won’t get away with this!”

She turned away from the table, her fists clenched at her sides. Her whole body trembled with anger and emotion.

“You can leave now,” she said, her voice cold and commanding. “Go and do your research, and keep an eye on her.”

The men bowed and scurried away, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She knew that now was the time to act. She had to take revenge, and she had to do it soon. There was no more time to waste.

She sat down in her crimson-colored chair, leaning back and stretching out her arms. With a flick of her wrist, she pulled a hand mirror towards her. She lifted it to her face, and the image that looked back at her was shocking. She looked exactly like Olivia – there was no doubt about it. She had to act quickly if she was going to get what she wanted.