I stand outside Elliot's room like a deer caught in a headlight with my mind racing into different directions at once. The ride home was dead silent. I didn't trust myself to say anything. I could only stare out of the window and try to think of a possible way to get out of this situation.Unfortu. nothing came to my mind at that time. It's not like now my mind is a hub for ideas. I'm still as numb as ever. How do I approach this situation? I'm out of my depth here. I can't think of anything tactical. It's Amber's job.“Are you gonna stand there and stare at nothingness? Or come in and hold a decent conversation?”Elliots's voice blooms in the room, making me realise how stupid I look and feel right now. No. This won't do. If I appear so vulnerable in front of him, it would be easier for him to take advantage of me. Gulping down the saliva of nervousness, I will myself Applebee's confident, or at least look confident enough. I take two careful steps ahead, stopping as soon as I ent
I know I should lash out at him or maybe I should bolt away from this damn room. He is being absurd, totally so. But his eyes hold the seriousness that is needed to convince me that he isn't joking. I find myself breaking into a fit of laughter like a total maniac. “You…You are hilarious.” I say after a long while, trying my best to speak through my laughing fit. His dark gaze falls on me, examining me with boundless curiosity. He has his hands under his chin, appearing to be in a pensive mood. Eventually, I stop laughing like a mad man as the seriousness of the situation sets in. Realization hits me hard. He isn't joking. He is deadly serious. “You can't be serious.” I mumble under my breath, too afraid to raise my voice. His arched brow lets me know that he is enjoying this. Of course he is. “But I'm serious.” He replies in his deep raspy voice. “I want you in exchange for keeping your secret a secret.” He sends chills down my spine with that one sentence. My mind should bla
I've been avoiding Elliot like a plague. Every time I walk past him or I'm in his line of vision, he sends me a stare that says that he is watching me and it's amusing him. I try my best not to pay any heed to him. I would have been at my place by now, leaving everything behind. It's not my responsibility to begin with. But there's only one thing which is holding me back. “Help me.” I received this text from an unknown number last night as soon as I left Elliot's room and started packing my bags. I knew it was from Amber because no one else would text me that. I tried calling her numerous times but it went unanswered each time. Could it be Elliot? Was he posing a threat to her? That's possible. He is my only suspect right now. He already knows too much about us. I declined his offer and showed him my cold shoulders last night. So, it's entirely possible that he is taking his revenge on me to make me agree with his terms. I can't believe no one right now. And that's why I'm on my
I woke up with a jolt for some reason. As I open my eyes, I meet with nothing but blackness. I scan my eyes around my surroundings frantically, only to be more scared and confused. How did I end up at such a place? My mind races against my hazy memory and tries to find out the reason why and how I ended up here. When my mind sends no signal to me, I try to get up and look for a way out as the eerie place is making my skin crawl, scaring me to no end. However, I was met with another surprise. My hands are firmly tied behind my back with ropes, cutting through my skin. Apparently, I was so panicked and sleep induced that I didn't feel the presence of the rope before. I fight against the confinement, trying my best to free myself without any success. “Is anyone here? Help me!” I scream at the top of my lungs, putting all of my weight on my knees before I get up on my wobbly feet. My whole body is stiff. I don't know for how long I was lying here like a dead body in a dark room. Sudd
I winch back when he taps a cotton ball against my busted lips.“Don't move.” He forwards his hand again, “You are gonna hurt yourself.” His voice is gentle and soothing. His eyes hold so much sincerity and gentleness that it makes me doubt if it's really him. Without saying anything, I let him tend to my wounds. Everything hurts. I'm ready to close my eyes and never open them again and at that time his gentle hand touches my cheeks, bringing me relief which I never thought I could get. “Does it hurt much?” Ha asks as he taps the cotton ball against my cheek.Apparently, I find myself lost in his eyes. Why is Elliot being so good to me now? I'm too tired to think. When he acts this way, it seems like he wraps me around his finger, making my heart desire for more. “N-No” I finally manage to speak, taking my eyes off of him. Time goes by without my notice. He cleans my wound as gently as possible. When he is done cleaning my wounds, he takes out a band-aid out of the first aid box.
Next Day when I wake up, I find Elliot pacing around my room, looking worried. I'm not used to seeing him as soon as I wake up and that's why I get startled. “What happened?” I ask, gaining his attention. Elliot stops walking around and comes closer to me. Though my mind is hazy due to sleep, I remember yesterday's event perfectly. I now know who Elliot really is and how dangerous he could get.“You are awake.” He says the obvious, making it obvious that he is nervous about something. Now, that's news. I never thought I would find Elliot nervous and worried. The delusional part of my mind is telling me that he is getting nervous because of me. I shove back that ridiculous thought.“Did anything happen?” I question, taking the blanket off of me. “No.” He sounds confident, seeming to get his composure back, “You weren't waking up so I was thinking you were having dreams about me.” I roll my eyes at his bizarre answer. His reason doesn't fool me though. For the first time ever, I can
The next time I meet Elliot is when he takes me to his workplace. No. It's not his office where he operates his corporate business. It's his workplace where he operates his illegal business. This place isn't what I expected. I expected to see a dark place like that warehouse. That's the reason why I was getting so nervous and scared. Luckily for me, this place looks good and it's not located in an isolated place.Anyone would think this 10 storey building is here for serving some kind of legal jobs. No one can guess what goes on around here.As the car stops, someone runs towards the car and opens the door for me. The man is dressed in a black suit with Bluetooth connected to his ears and sunglasses on his eyes, most definitely pulling off the attire of a classic bodyguard. While someone opens a door for me, another man opens the other door for Elliot. “Please, go first.” I'm not used to his courtesy so it feels foreign to me. However, I don't opt for making a comment on that. Withou
The man who tortured me that day without any solid reason is now grovelling at my feet, his face unrecognisable.“Please, forgive me, ma'am.” The man pleads with an agony-filled voice. Seeing him in such a situation makes me shudder. If it weren't for the size of body and his voice, I wouldn't even recognise him. When he looks up to me, I can't help gasping. His eyes are swollen, there are big bags under his eyes. His lips are busted, dried blood coating his lips. Both of his hands are in casts. Even looking at him makes me wince. What am I supposed to do in this situation? “Please forgive me for raising my filthy hands on you, ma'am.” He pleads again, tears cascading down his cheeks. “You asked if he were alive.” Elliot begins to speak, “Now, the decision is in your hand. Do you want to forgive him or do you want my men to deal with him differently?” There's no mercy in his tone. Without any doubt, he will kill the man without batting an eye. “Forgive him.” I gulp down, “I forgiv