Twisted Fate

Prologue

This is a re-edited version. Heavily changed to match the growth in my writing style and also as a sorry note to the people who had waited for the new chapters for quite a while now. Rather than quantity I remain inclined towards quality. Happy reads. ;)

The link of the audiobook version of this humble book of mine is given below.

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[ Part 1 ]

"W-where am I? Why is this place so dark?" My voice reverberates in the dark void in front of me. This isn't good, not good at all. How did I end up here? Last I remember my aunt was staying over at our place and I had left for groceries. 

Have I been kidnapped? Where? When? Was it on my way to the cemetery-              *Knock, Knock, Knock* 

" Who is it? W-who is this? Show yourself." Again, silence. This isn't good for my anxiety disorder. Don't panic, don't panic. Anna, you're gonna be okay, it's fine. You are not going to hyperventilate. It's okay. 

The sound of silence prolongs. " P-please t-talk. Anyone?" Tears well up in my eyes. 

A sharp intake of breath. 

"Good morning, sweetheart." greeted a familiar voice in a sickeningly sweet tone. As my mind races to figure out who I am conversing with, an eerie sensation shudders through me. As my eyes desperately try to adjust to the luminous deficiency I attempt to explore the physical restraints I am paced in. Having to squirm a little proves that constrictions are in place, possibly a rope. Although the rope seems to be tied to my hands and feet along with the chair upon which I sit, the knots were loose enough as to not cause any engravings. 

" Uff." The creaking sounds indicate movement and then with a slide the curtains part slightly allowing a miniscule beam of light to filter through. After a few small creaks and a large creak with a thud I assume the kidnapper sits down in front of me.

 Behind the veil of darkness, reflecting the seeping beam of light shone two emerald green eyes. Oh! the dread. My body had seems to have registered and reacted before I did. An involuntary squeak ,filled with dread, left me in a fit of pants. While I hyperventilated, he emerged from behind the veil of darkness.

A mop of dirty blond hair which had been allowed to grow past his cheeks. The cheeks themselves seem to shine with a hint of aftershave, a physique well hidden but well defined. He still glows in limelight, a trait which had attracted this moth to the blazing inferno. A facade which is thought to be warm from afar but destructive when near.

Seeping in air to quench the thirst of my starving lung I barely form a name, " J-jack Th-thompson."

His face; stoic, eyes; calculating and form as passive as ever as he stares at me, unmoving. " Oh, come on now. Don't be like that. I'm your boyfriend, aren't I? Who calls their boyfriend by their full name? What happened to those cute names you were always coming up with, huh? My koala bear. Hahaha..." The sound which was once as sweet as candy syrup to my ears finally sounds like it really should have. Chaotic, psychotic and something to be feared.  

 It takes all of my willpower to 'dam' in the flooding memories. Memories of the good and the bad alike. Where, the good remained dormant but the traumatizing ones bloomed alight in dominance. I could not bare to look at him anymore but looking away in disgust would only win me abuse in return, so, instead I opted to take in my surrounding, or at least act the part but after a while of bad acting, the surroundings did start to actually seep in and register, although thoughts about him were still occupying the front of my frantic mind, I still tried to battle the upcoming seizure which had become a recurrent symptom, especially whenever he was involved. The seeping beam of sunlight took a considerable amount of toll off from my squinting eyes.