Dragged into the predator's den

The downpour was exceedingly heavy, the drizzle falls as if wanting to drown the whole earth. People could be seen running about, exploring for a place to take shelter.  

Meanwhile, Eleanor could be seen wandering back home in gloomy silence, she has become a shell of her old self. 

Her body shivers in cold, her throat achingly parched and her bare legs we're painfully sour.

Her mind travelled various miles as she thought of what she saw previously, how could Isle could this to her?!

They were best of friends ever since childhood, they were more than just best friends.

She could clearly remember how she gave up her piggy bank just to save her mother, she could vividly remember how she nearly died while struggling to save Isle who intently drowned herself in the ocean.

A lot of miserable experiences they had passed through together, they both went through hell just to make ends meet. They both had suffered, they both had collided in hands to be go-getters not as best friends, but as sisters.

Never did she have a gleam that Isle was a witch in sheep's clothing.

Eleanor swore never to forgive Isle, she wished Isle nothing but pains and agony for hurting her badly this way! 

And Clarkson wasn't an exception, he is wicked and heartless to the core. And for that which he did to her, she wishes nothing but pains suffering to be his shield, he would beg for death to engulf him for what he did to her!  

Eleanor hiccups as she remembers how Clarkson claimed to love and cherish her, and she had felt happy and promised not to leave him. However,  little did she know he never did. And now she knows, she was glad she never gave her pure innocence to him as the right man. That would have been tragic, the raw emotions which would have come with it would have been heavy for her to bear. 

Silently, Eleanor sniffs, she hiccups countless times as she renews her fresh sobs. Slowly, she wrapped her hands around her torso, walking back home in her own shadow. 

The raw pains, the pure feelings, and the thick emotions were too much for her fragile heart to bear. She felt like killing herself for being betrayed by the people she loved, but no... She would live strong for her mother. 

A few minutes later, the rainfall began to curtail, the dark clouds began to clear off as they renew the sky with its radiating illumination. 

Momentarily, Eleanor bucked up her head unhurriedly as she glimpsed at her old apartment which was situated at a distance. 

The very outmoded apartment that she shared with her dear mother. She couldn't raise colossal money for a better one.

Not to mention the stress and vigour, she'd have to work an entire day without a shift at the coffee shop just so she could raise the money for upkeeps.

Arriving at her apartment, Eleanor's expression switched into a flummoxed one as she gawk at the flashy luxurious cars which were parked in front of her apartment.

Eight heft-looking men, decked out in black suits, standing with their domineering auras as they stood beside the flashy cars.

They appeared as if dawdling impatiently for someone.

Curiousness flickers through Eleanor's eyes as they stifle, she caught the men staring at her keenly, while she walked towards their path.

"I hope everything is alright," she muttered, inwardly.

Abruptly, Eleanor curtailed. Seeing one of the men approaching her, she stood as her eyes ravaged his sturdy physique. He's tall, huge, and dark in his way.

"How may I help you?" She asked almost immediately when he got to her.

"Sorry, ma'am. But you have to come with us right now," the unknown huge man said to her, standing gallantry in front of her.

"I beg your pardon? You can't just barge in here and lull me into following you and your men. And besides, I don't even know you," she said, grating her countenance at his nerve.

She was on the verge of emitting her internal anger toward him. However, she restrained herself and stood in a collected way.

"You leave us no other choice than to take you with us in a hard way," the huge man threatened, his dark eyes lashing out at her.

"Huh?! B-but..." Eleanor staggered on her words, arching her brow at him incredulously.

She was lost as she felt extremely nonplussed about everything, she could vividly remember she has never done anything wrong to him, or anyone.

And who are these men anyway?

And what do they want from her? 

They had the effrontery to jostle into her abode and want to take her away. Who does that?!

Perhaps, they reached out to the wrong person.

"I'm sorry sir. But I think you got the wrong person," she said to him, hoping he'd change his mind and realize his mistake. And then, leave.

"You are Eleanor Antonio, so I'm not mistaken about you, men take her!" The huge man grumbles, his voice booming in authority.

The men scurried toward the young lady and rudely grasp her amidst her struggles, Eleanor was reluctant to leave. There is no way she would give up so easily without a fight, her sick mother needs her most right now.

"Let go of me! My mother needs me, she's sick, please!" She screamed, groaning and battling to nudge the men off.

However, they were unduly strong, vibrant, and vigorous.

"You don't have to worry, your mother is dead and will be given a benefitting burial," The man let out nonchalantly, while his men trudged her aggressively to the car.

"What?!" Eleanor sharply gasped, her emerald green eyes widened in pure disbelief. 

Her eyelashes blinked rapidly in shock. "No, my mother is not dead, she's not dead! My mother is not dead!"

The men ignored her clamours and resistance as one of the able-bodied men quickly pulled the passenger door, Eleanor was roughly propelled inside and the door was jammed.

Incidentally, her head smacked against the car window when she attempted to flee and she yelped aloud in pain.

The man who had previously approached her, solely penetrated inside the car. He crouched beside her and tightly clogged her arms. 

Angrily, she snapped her hand away from him and threw a dead glare at his face. And then, she dealt with the door again.

Amidst struggling and snorting, she made efforts to open the door but she couldn't. Suddenly, an idea stuck into her head and she hastily rolls down the car window and frantically looked out. 

Thereupon, she beheld what inflicted her heart to prickle achingly like never before; her mother's corpse. Her mother's dead body was being hauled by two huge men.

The car which they proceeded towards, revived its engine into life. One of the men pulled the car door as they placed her mother's corpse inside. And then, the two huge men stepped into the car and drove roughly out of sight. 

"Mother!!" Eleanor screamed rambunctiously, she dragged in thick airs through her snout as she shouted louder like never before. "Mother!!"

She whimpers in laments as her lips pursed, her fists tightened. Her voice became hoarse from screaming, and her eyes hurt bitterly as they produces streaming raw tears.

"No, mother can't be dead, no!!" She wept heavily, her lips crumbling into her mouth.

Eleanor sniffs sorrowfully, she slowly swivels her head to glance behind her back but abruptly, she felt a piercing strike on her neck nape which affected her eyes to turn blurry. 

Then... She blacked out.