Chapter 6 It was indeed Logan...!

Author's Point of View...

Ericka stepped cautiously into the nightclub. It was dark and eerily quiet, which immediately unsettled her.

"Elvira..!" she called out for her sister but there wasn't any response.

"It's just a few minutes, where did she go?"

As she took a few more steps ahead, she couldn't see anything. Some times she even bumped into empty chairs and tables.

"This is weird...!" she thought, "Isn't this supposed to be a nightclub? Shouldn't it be loud and full of people? Why is it so silent??"

She took a few more steps, her heels clicking against the cold marble floor. The vast emptiness of the space made it feel less like a club and more like an abandoned set. A chill ran down her spine.

"What’s going on here? Did that scumbag set this up to scare me? He wouldn’t be that childish... right?" she had tons of guesses but no one seemed to match the situation better.

Ahead, she noticed another door. Her palms were clammy, and a shiver crept through her body. She looked back to see if there could be any ambush or something but there was nothing but darkness.

Taking a deep breath, she muttered to herself, "If no one’s inside, I’m leaving," and reached for the doorknob.

As she opened the door, faint laughter echoed through the space. She froze, startled.

"There are people here, after all."

But the realization didn’t bring relief. The room was dimly lit, and she could say that this was an empty disco deck.

Its flickering neon lights casting unsettling shadows on the walls, If not for the fear in her heart, she wouldn't have feared these kinds of childish things. That looked creepy though.

Her steps faltered as she moved forward, hoping to find someone, perhaps Elvira.

"If this place was empty, why the hell did she go inside...!" she wondered, cursing her sister a hundred times, "That thoughtless girl..."

At the far end of the room, she spotted a group of men huddled together, their backs turned to her. She squinted her eyes to get a better look.

"Who are they?"

The men were dressed up in unusual attires, not in any formals or party dresses. They look more like thugs. Their presence didn’t look like a party, but something far more sinister.

"Who are they? What are they doing?" her eyes drifted across the place, "Where is Elvira? Is Logan here?"

Her instincts screamed at her to turn back, but the thought of Elvira being in danger kept her moving. She was trembling in fear and anger.

"That stupid girl. What has she gotten herself into this time?"

As she approached, the scene before her came into horrifying focus. Elvira was there—restrained by two men holding her arms, while a third clamped a hand over her mouth. Her muffled cries and tear-streaked face sent a wave of panic through Ericka.

Ericka's jaw dropped and her eyes widened in shock.

"Elvira...!" she choked on her own sobs.

"What the hell is this?!"

“Elvira!” Ericka screamed, but it was as if no one could hear her.

For a moment, she wondered if some barrier separated them, but her mind was too clouded with fear to think straight. She watched helplessly as Elvira struggled against her captors, they were inching her up with their eyes filled with sinister lust and their twisted smiles showing they were enjoying her fear.

Ericka’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst.

"This...this is a trap… Did Logan planned this!" she couldn't believe he could go to such depths. She gritted in frustration.

"That scumbag...!"

With that endless fear and desperation, she ran forward, only to slam into an almost invisible glass wall. The impact left her stunned. She frantically searched for an opening but found none.

“Stop it! Let her go!” she yelled, banging on the barrier, but her voice echoed uselessly in the empty space. She could hear thier voices but couldn't go there. That was terrifying.

She glanced around and noticed several other men lounging nearby, laughing and filming the scene with their phones. Their indifference enraged her.

"What kind of place is this? What are they doing? Are they even humans! How could they enjoy something like this. They are monsters!"

Summoning all her strength, she grabbed a small table from behind her and smashed it against the glass wall. It shattered, sending shards flying all over the place. Without hesitating, she sprinted toward Elvira.

“Let her go! You monsters...!” she shouted, her voice trembling with both anger and fear.

The men turned, startled, but their expressions quickly shifted to amusement. One of them smirked and walked toward her.

"Is that another chick...?"

“Did Logan mention there’d be a bonus?” he scoffed. “Who’s this one?”

That place wasn't bright and they could hardly make out a shadow of a girl. They couldn't see Ericka clearly though.

Ericka clenched her fists, realization dawning on her. She was in grave danger.

"It was indeed Logan...! I knew it...!"

"So this was Logan’s plan all along… to ruin her."

What else could she even expect from a monster like him!! She held back the tears accumulated in her eyes.

Her heart raced, but she forced herself to stand her ground.

“Let her go!” she repeated, her voice cracking with desperation.

One of the men sneered and shone a phone’s flashlight on her face, his gaze lingering on her.

“Look at this one. She’s even prettier,” he muttered, stepping closer.

The others leered at her, their eyes filled with lust. “Boss, let’s take her too!” one of them called out.

Ericka’s body trembled, but she refused to back down.

“You’ll regret this,” she warned, though her voice wavered.

The man chuckled darkly. “Oh, sweetheart, what are you gonna do about it?”

Ignoring her fear, Ericka fumbled for her phone to call for help. But before she could dial, her phone buzzed itself. She couldn't see the caller ID as one of the men snatched it from her hand.

“You underestimated us, darling,” he taunted, leaning in to sniff her hair.

Ericka jerked away, shouting,

“Leave me!”

The men closed in on her, their sinister laughter echoing around the room.

***********