Could it be Cassie? That was the only name that was ringing in my head over and over. Who was she? When I used to date Mitch, he had this crazy ex who hated my guts. She believed that I was the wrong choice for him and had often tried to break us apart. I mean, it sounds only like a harmless case of jealousy and regret, right? But listen, what makes me think that she could actually do something like that is the fact that she had dr****d me one time when Mitch and I went to a party. She had dr****d me, taken me to her house, and even held me hostage for hours. Long story short, the police were called and I was rescued. I did not press charges because her parents begged me; they told me that she had been going through a hard time after she had been rejected from all the colleges she had applied. Plus, she had been obsessed with Mitch, believing that he was her soulmate. So…come on, the possibility was there. And it was a very strong one. “Is this Cassie?” I asked the guard, looki
Through the haze of agony, I could hear the approaching footsteps growing louder, mixed with the murmur of voices. As the pain reached its peak, the cell door swung open, and a group of guards rushed in. Their faces reflected a mix of concern and urgency. It was a stark contrast to their usual indifference. One of the guards, different from the one who had been helping me, knelt beside me. “What’s happening?” I managed to whisper through gritted teeth, tears escaping my eyes. “It’s alright, we’re going to help you,” He assured me, looking away for a few seconds so he could tell his colleagues to get the medical team. The pain began to ebb away, leaving me weak and trembling. The guards exchanged glances, communicating in hushed tones. I felt a cold sweat on my forehead as I tried to make sense of the situation. “We need to get her to the infirmary, now,” One of the guards said, taking charge. Supported by two guards, I was lifted to my feet. Each step sent a jolt of pain through
My heart skipped a beat at the guard’s words. He wanted to introduce me to the person who killed Mitch. The very thought sent shivers down my spine and a mix of anger and fear welled inside me. Finally, I was going to be the psychopath that was responsible for the murder. I could not help but feel tears build up in my eyes as I was reminded that Mitch was really gone. Like…he was really dead. It all felt surreal and like a nightmare that I badly wanted to wake up from. As we approached the entrance of the cabin, the guard opened the door, revealing a jawdroppingly beautiful interior. The place was as lovely as the exterior. The place was adorned with elegant furniture, bathed in the warm glow of perfectly placed lamps and the fireplace. The atmosphere, even though it was inviting, carried an underlying darkness that I could not ignore. A large wooden table stood at the center, surrounded by plush chairs, and a chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting intricate shadows across th
“Come on, go inside,” The guard said to me.I was confused, the room was unlike any of the ones that I had seen in my life. I was on edge, and a bad feeling sat at the bottom of my stomach. The walls were strange, and the ceiling too. They were far from normal. There were mirrors everywhere, it was very strange and eerie. “What’s going on?” I asked, being on high alert. “Where’s Cassie?” I was in the room. There was no furniture and the windows were sealed. There was a weird smell and the floors were dirty. The guard simply closed the door and I heard a click, signaling that it was locked. My heart raced as the guy locked the door behind me. Panic started to settle in, and I desperately looked around for any sign of an explanation. I knew it, I knew that I should not have trusted the guy. The mirrors reflected my anxious expression back at me, creating an unsettling feeling as if I were being watched from every angle. I rushed to the locked door and began to bang on it. “Let me
As much as I was starving to the point that I would even eat raw meat, I still needed answers. “What comes next?” My voice was weak as I stared at the man.He nodded towards the tray of food. “I said you should eat, ma’am.” I continued staring at him as my tears released hot tears, my heart burning. I was so weary physically, emotionally, and mentally. “Why are you doing this? Please, I’m begging you..” I sobbed, kneeling on the hard dirty floor as more tears flowed from my eyes. “Please what? I’m not the one you should be begging,” He replied, looking a bit uncomfortable. “Now, get up from the floor and eat the damn food.” His voice took on a scary tone that shook me to my bones. Glancing at the dead body and not wanting to end up like that, I stood up from the floor, wiped my face, and sniffled. “Okay, okay.” I did not even recognize my own voice. “If you’re worried that it’s going to be like that porridge from prison, then be assured that it’s not. I only did that because I nee
I could not believe what I was looking at. In fact, I did not want to believe it, I did not want it to be true.I could feel the tears building in my eyes again as I stared. “What is that?” My voice was soft and shaky. The guard still had his pistol in his hand but it was no longer pointed towards me. He walked in my direction, a small smile playing on his lips. “I think you and I know very well that you know what that is.” I swallowed, a knot forming in my throat as my heart pounded. “That’s my brother’s necklace…” I furrowed my eyebrows. It was around the dead body’s neck. I remember that I had bought him that necklace for his eighteenth birthday, and he has worn it since. He never took it off, and I even used to tease him about it. “That…it is.” The guard shrugged, smirking. “But…” I scoffed as a tear escaped my eye. I did not want to believe it. This had to be a sick and twisted joke that was being played on me. It had to be. Gosh, I really wanted it to be. “Why is it around
Fear. That emotion that has the ability to have your limbs frozen. It has the power to have you either fighting with everything you have just to survive or have you running as fast as you can.But it all boils down to survival. So in a way, is fear good? I was on that cold dirty floor, in a room that was filled with the smell of a decaying body, just waiting for the worst as the guard towered over me. He raised his hand and as if it was all in slow motion, I saw it coming in my direction and yet I could not do a single thing about it. He hit me across the face so hard that everything went dark for a few seconds, a ringing appearing in my ears. Pain shot from my jaw straight to my right ear. I could hear nothing and I moaned out loudly, hurt. I was now flat on the floor, not even able to move until after a few seconds. My vision cleared and I was brought back into the world of reality. But oh, it was not over. He closed the distance between us and grabbed my throat with his strong
The guard’s expression softened slightly, though the memory of his pistol reminded me of the danger I was still in. With a final warning, he turned and led the way.This time, although I was still scared for my life, I followed him. I stayed a small distance until we reached the end of the paved path. There was a huge tree and the lake looked magical. If it was under any other circumstances, this would have been nice. But my life was literally in danger. The full moon’s light reflected on the soft rumbles of the lake and I could not stop staring at it.I was not even a painter but I wanted to paint the scene really bad. “You’re about to meet the person who killed your ex,” The guy said as he placed his hands in his pockets. “He would be here in less than five minutes.” I wanted to speak but to be honest, I was scared of this guy. He no longer appeared to me as that harmless stranger who wanted to help me. The image of him hitting me and almost shooting me with his pistol was etched