The car ride was suffocating. I felt the ropes digging into my wrists, rubbing the skin raw. Glancing sideways, I saw Bruce, his face etched with conflicting emotions as he drove. He seemed lost in his own thoughts, wrestling with a dilemma that I couldn't quite place. I needed to find a way to cra
The air was thick with tension as the camera continued to roll, capturing our lives for an audience whose hunger for closure drove the charade. I faced Bruce, desperation etched into every line of my face, as I attempted to plead with a man whose heart seemed shrouded in shadows. "You won't harm me
His expression softened momentarily, but suspicion lingered in his eyes. "Evie, I don't believe you've suddenly had a change of heart." I pushed forward, the urgency of the moment propelling me to maintain the charade. "Please, Bruce, I've made mistakes. Let's start over somewhere else. Leave all o
The night air hung heavy with tension as Timothy sat in front of the glowing screen, his eyes fixed on the livestream feed, his mind racing with worry and frustration. He leaned forward, analyzing the surroundings through the lens of the camera, attempting to glean any clue about Evie and Bruce's wh
Amidst the chaos of the chat, one viewer offered a tentative clue. "Looks like the clearing in the town's preserved forest area. At least it look like it with all those tall trees." Timothy's mind raced, trying to piece together the scattered clues. "I wish I could be there live to see it," another
My heart raced as I watched Bruce stop shoveling, his eyes scanning the barren landscape with a hint of suspicion. He then threw down the shovel, his movements filled with an unsettling urgency that sent a shiver down my spine. "What are you doing, Bruce?" I questioned. A bright light illuminated h
"He wants me, not you! Let him live, Bruce," I pleaded, my voice cracking with fear and desperation. But Bruce's cold gaze remained fixed on us, a twisted smirk on his lips. I wanted to scream more, to make them stop, but fear rooted me to the spot. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I watched the
As the deafening sound of the gunshot echoed through the air, time slowed to a crawl. My heart pounded violently in my chest, and my ears rang with a high-pitched sound. Everything around me blurred into a chaotic mess. I cried out, my voice trembling with fear and anguish, as the bullet grazed Tim