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"How long has she been lying here?" I asked, sitting on a chair beside the little girl’s bed. My hand gripped her tiny fingers tightly, stroking them gently as I gazed at her face full of pity."Five months," David replied.I turned to David, looking at him with hope. "Will she survive?"David shifted his gaze to the little girl. One second, two seconds, his mouth seemed ready to speak, but something held him back, as if he was hesitant."Maybe," he said.I frowned. "Maybe? That’s all you can say?""Hanna, I’ve done everything to get her out of that place. Her body even responded well to the vaccine I gave her. But I don’t know how long she will last."I turned away. Talking to David made me feel like I was sinking deeper into a circle I never should have entered.The sound of the monitor echoed in the silent room. Occasionally, the ventilator’s mechanical hum blended wi
I stood in the midst of all the people dancing to the music that could be heard all the way to the end of the island. A glass of champagne was clutched in one hand and still full, I hadn't had a sip. My eyes were fixed on the object that was the reason I was on this island. David Alexander Thomas, the man rumoured to have an illegal business with blood on his hands. His name was always in my head when I received this business. He stood at the centre of the conversation, surrounded by several women with fake smiles.This man was not just a target. He was a threat, someone who operated under the shadow of the law, with rumours of a business full of blood and dark secrets. I decided to approach him.I gulped down my drink and placed my empty glass on a nearby table, then began to step quietly towards him. As we got closer, he turned his head, as if he noticed me before I even spoke. His smile was small, but there was a sharp look in his eyes.“Mr.David,” I said in a casual tone, as if w
The music was still blaring that afternoon. Some were partying, eating, and surfing with gusto. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Me, still standing in front of the glass, waited for Mr.David to pull a blue folder from the shelf. After he got the book. He placed it on the brown table of his desk. The folder was thick and worn. He opened it from the back, and stopped at a sheet containing a photograph. Underneath it was a date written in black ink that was still clear. 13 August. The date that was in my question moments ago. The date I was desperate to get an answer to from Mr. David. When I saw his eyes, he stared at the date for a long time, his eyes seemed to be full of feelings that were difficult to interpret. “This is what you asked me.” he said as he pushed the folder slightly towards me. “Look at this photo carefully.” he said while reading the look on my face. As if in the hope that I would understand the meaning of the photo. “The answer to your question about the
Two days after the incident on his private island,there was no new information about Mr David. All the information was still focused on the rumors about his illegal business.I had briefly considered going back to the island to ask Mr. David about everything, but when I remembered an envelope that had been sent to my house, I thought twice. The message echoed clearly in my mind, turning my curiosity into deep doubt.With a heart full of confusion and anxiety, I looked ahead, trying to process what I should do next.After waiting all day outside Mr. David's office, I decided to complete my investigation. As I walked down the dark, seemingly deserted street, suddenly a car stopped right next to me. The door opened, and in the blink of an eye, they forced me into the car.The car sped off quickly, leaving the empty street behind, and all I could do was remain silent inside. Without any chance to ask questions or protest. I looked at the two figures sitting beside me. They turned out to b
The light from the lamp enveloped the room with warmth. We were sitting on the bed, leaning against the soft headboard, with a blanket casually draped over my legs and his.I leaned next to Mr. David. My hair was a little messy, a trace of the warmth we had shared just minutes ago. I touched his fingers, gently caressing them as if transferring energy to him. His fingers were warm and solid, feeling so real in my grasp.He enjoyed every rhythm of my fingers in his hand. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I knew this was a moment where the outside world seemed to stop. It was just the two of us."I've paid the price, haven't I?" I said, settling my body closer to him. "Tell me everything about you, Mr. David."He gave a small smile. I could even hear the sound of his laugh near my ear. "Are you sure?"I nodded without hesitation, even though my heart was pounding. His words seemed to carry a warning. But I had come this far. I wouldn't back down from the challenge."Tell me, all t
David placed the steak on the plate, serving it with mayonnaise sauce and grilled corn. He placed it in front of me. The fragrant aroma of the food immediately filled the air around us. With a calm motion, he set the plate in front of me, staring at me for a moment before sitting across the table.He took a fork and began cutting the steak on his plate. “I live in this house alone,” he started the conversation. “The house you usually visit, that’s my parents’ house.”I furrowed my brows. My heart raced, mixed with embarrassment. “How did you know?”He nodded firmly. “You’re always consistent in waiting for me and my family in front of the house or at the office, aren’t you? Just to get answers to all your questions.” He laughed, as if satisfied with the look of embarrassment on my face.“Other journalists do the same thing, not just me,” I defended myself.“No, Hanna.” He shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “No,” he answered with a deeper, more serious tone. “You’re di
David took me back to the empty room where he had locked me up the first time. His face showed how he was feeling. He was breathing heavily, as if he wanted to do something but didn't want to. I felt scared, disappointed and confused.“Hanna,” he said, stepping closer."Stay away!" I backed away slowly until I hit the brown table in the centre of the room. “I….” I felt like I couldn't speak, after seeing the writing on the white paper I saw a few seconds ago. 'I'm disgusted with you.”''Hanna, listen to me!'' “Shut up, David!' I said. The voice came out higher than I expected. I could feel its sharp vibrations, bouncing from wall to wall until it echoed throughout the room. “Shut up.” I repeated. David didn't move. He was still standing there, rubbing his face and trying to calm himself down. ”Hanna...'' “I hate you.” My voice was shaky and full of emotion. ”I know,” He interrupted, looking at me with uncertainty. “I knew you would mad at me. But, listen, Hanna, if you want to surv
I was sat right in front of the door, hugging my knees. I was really there, trapped in a strange and mysterious place that I had never known about before. I had been trying to solve the mystery of David's disappearance, but I had never realised that he had a place as secretive as this. All the bad articles about him didn't mention this place. I looked around. There was a brown table that I didn't know what it was for, a broken clock on the wall, a small window vent that I couldn't reach, and a quiet room. I couldn't hear anything from outside other than my own breathing. To me, this room was more like a place where people were kept before being kidnapped. In the corner, I spotted a tiny red dot: the CCTV camera. Its light was on, showing that it was switched on. Damn! He was watching me. I felt like a victim of kidnapping. Would my fate be the same as the children whose names were written on those files? My thoughts were full of worry and confusion. I thought of how those children c
"How long has she been lying here?" I asked, sitting on a chair beside the little girl’s bed. My hand gripped her tiny fingers tightly, stroking them gently as I gazed at her face full of pity."Five months," David replied.I turned to David, looking at him with hope. "Will she survive?"David shifted his gaze to the little girl. One second, two seconds, his mouth seemed ready to speak, but something held him back, as if he was hesitant."Maybe," he said.I frowned. "Maybe? That’s all you can say?""Hanna, I’ve done everything to get her out of that place. Her body even responded well to the vaccine I gave her. But I don’t know how long she will last."I turned away. Talking to David made me feel like I was sinking deeper into a circle I never should have entered.The sound of the monitor echoed in the silent room. Occasionally, the ventilator’s mechanical hum blended wi
"What is this place?"I stepped inside, my gaze sweeping across the room. Past the main entrance, a large glass wall stood before me, allowing a full view inside. A laboratory. A fume hood buzzed with ongoing experiments, while shelves lined with bottles and test tubes filled with colorful liquids occupied the space. Bright white lights reflected off the stainless steel surfaces dominating the workstations.David walked to a brown cabinet at the far end of the room, pulling out a white lab coat along with gloves and a mask."Put this on," he said, handing me a full protective suit.I hesitated before taking it. "What are we doing?"David slipped into his lab coat, fastening the buttons as he let out a deep sigh. "Answering your questions about this place."I remained silent, staring at the lab coat in my hands with confusion. My eyes shifted between it and David, who was already securing his mask in place."Do I… really have to wear this?" I asked hesitantly.David stepped closer witho
"Is it hurt?" David asked in a low voice, almost a whisper. His hand gently brushed over the red wound on my neck, as if carefully examining each mark.The dim light cast soft shadows on the walls, creating an intimate and thoughtful atmosphere. I lay there, my face slightly lowered, while David, lying beside me, observed the faint wound with a worried expression.I took a slow breath before giving a slight nod. "A little."For a moment, our eyes locked, and in that silence, there was something deeper than words. I could see the concern in his eyes—so genuine, so real. Slowly, David lowered his head, pressing his lips gently against my forehead, as if trying to soothe any pain I might be feeling.I closed my eyes, letting that warmth seep into my chest, calming something that had long felt sore."I hope everything will be alright," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "Not just for me, but for you too."When I opened my eyes, David was smiling. His hand was still resting gentl
The car stopped at the service area. A bodyguard who had been sitting in the front seat shifted his position and was now sitting next to me. His movements were calm, but there was something in his eyes that made me wary.“What's going on?” I asked, trying to sound casual.The bodyguard didn't answer immediately. He pulled a box from the back of the chair, opened it and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.“Sorry, ma'am. This is an order.”He cuffed both my hands, then pulled the chain and locked it to the car door handle.“What are you doing?!” I shouted, panicked and confused.“When we get there you can ask Mr.David.” He said casually but firmly. In addition to the handcuffs, he pulled a black kalin out of the box. Then he pulled the cloth over my face and shut my eyes tightly.“What the hell are you doing?!” I struggled, panicking, trying to pull my hands away, but to no avail. The cuffs were tight.Before I could scream again, the cloth had shut my eyes, completely blocking my vision. It
Carlos' words don't reveal any evidence – they're just riddles that leave you more confused. Who was the madman he was referring to, and what secrets did he know?The criminal seemed to be playing games with me, but the words that came out of his mouth seemed to know a lot about the secret.My hands were getting cold, while my mind was trying to find the answer to every riddle Carlos gave.Mr.Raymond approached me just as I closed the door. "So, Miss Harper, what were you talking about inside?" he asked.I swallowed. "He was talking nonsense.""What did he tell you about why he wants to shoot you?"I shook my head. "No, he didn't. He was more like hallucinating."
"Hey, Ma'am." A detective approached me in the medical room. "We are really sorry for what happened to you. We will make sure this doesn't happen again."I gently touched my neck, which was red and throbbing with pain. The imprint of his fingers still lingered on my skin. Finally, I responded, "Yeah, thanks, Sir." I took a deep breath. "What about him?""He is receiving proper medical care." The detective smiled, then pulled a small white card from his pocket and handed it to me.Harry Raymond.A business card with a name and phone number."If you ever need help, you can call me," Mr. Raymond said. "And I hope you won't refuse when I call on you for more information."I reached for the card with a trem
I was worried and sat up straight, ready for anything. The cold air made me feel tense. My breathing got faster, as if I was afraid of the questions.The two detectives sat in front of me, staring intently at my face, and I looked back at them, feeling nervous.One of the detectives took out a photo from the CCTV footage.It showed me getting out of a black car during the mass shooting in front of my office a few days ago.I felt my breath catch and I swallowed deeply.“We saw you on the CCTV during the mass shooting in front of your office,” he pointed at my face in the picture. ”Your car was right in front of the victim's car, and it looks like you were in the car for quite a while.” He looked at me, his eyes narrowed. “What were you doing in the car?”I sighed. “I was meeting a friend. He said he was going to pass by my workplace. So I met him in his car.” I said, trying not to be nervous.The two detectives hadn't said anything yet. They
The lift opened and I got out, walking down the tenth floor's corridor. The usual coffee smell filled the air.I felt my heart beat faster when everyone looked at me in a way that showed they liked me. Some people smiled in a way they never had before, as if they had found something I had said that they liked.That day, the atmosphere felt different, and I felt a little less stressed.The video I uploaded to the public website received sympathy from the public, who liked it and said that my articles and opinions were acceptable.The positives I got outweighed the negatives.“Hey, congrats!” some of my teammates said, hugging me.I didn't know how to respond, but I guess a slight smile would have shown that I was proud of myself, because this was beyond my expectations.
My phone rang repeatedly, disturbing my sleep. When I looked at it, I saw that Jack had sent me dozens of messages. Some of my colleagues had also sent messages, containing something I did not understand. I woke up still with bleary eyes, picked up my glasses on the table and opened the messages one by one.When I opened one message from Jack, my eyes widened.I raised my glasses, hoping I hadn't read it wrong. “This is crazy,” I muttered. I grabbed the laptop on the table and opened it. The article I'd written the night before had been read by over a million people, and had received over a hundred thousand comments.My hands were shaking a bit as I scrolled through the screen, reading the various responses.Then my phone vibrated. It was David.I picked it up straight away. “Hello?”“Are you waking up?” the voice sounded casual.“Yes, I just woke up, and–”“I read your article.” Her tone was flat.There was a pause before he finally said, “Thanks, Hanna.”I smiled. That made me feel be