Prologue

Sorry.

Sorry to all those heroines who thought they were smart and helping only to get caught by the villains. Sorry for scolding you guys. I never thought I would be among them but here I am, where exactly I don't know but in a similar situation. Now I understand the pain and suffering you went through that might be projected as stupidity.

I'm currently tied to my chair. My left side of the face is throbbing horribly from the hitting I took and there is something seriously wrong with my left eye which is closed shut. My body is covered in bruises. I don't know how much time has passed since my last beating. My stomach grumbles reminding me that the last thing I ate is Long gone. There is nothing in this room except the chair I’m tied to. I can hear water dripping somewhere, making its own rythm.

Drip...tap.

Drip...tap.

Drip...tap.

It's been 5 days since I’m captured. They thought they could break me, but I still have some fight left in me. I am not going to let go that easily. Whoever is doing this don't know me completely. I have a hunch who is behind this. I try again to loosen my hands without any success.

Suddenly I hear footsteps approaching me. I know it's not time yet for the next round. Something is wrong. I take my position hunching my shoulders and looking weak. The door opens and I blink just to make sure I'm looking right. My brain is telling me something, but I'm still stuck in my position. I think I took too many beatings, that's it. That must be-

' I presume my guys took care of you nicely', the person in front of me asked while checking her nails in a leisurely fashion.

I don't know what to say, am I hallucinating? How could this be? Where did I go wrong in my calculation? I thought I figured it all out, then how could I be so wrong? Why will she do it? What will she gain from this? How is she involved in all this?

' I know you are not that dumb; I'm talking to you', the person in front of me sneers, jabbing at me with the gun held in her hands.

Finally, I could make my mouth work after a couple of seconds and all I could breathe out was ‘Why?'

I wanted to shout that word, but only a wheeze escapes from me. I’m shocked. That’s it.

'Seriously, do you think I'm going to all bad villain on you like in old movies and confess my crimes? Grow up. But I have to say I'm disappointed in you. I sure thought you would be able to solve but anyways'.

And she pointed a gun right at my head. It’s funny how they say you can watch your whole life passing before your eyes at the time of death, but I didn't feel anything.

'It was nice meeting you'

BANG.