Beyond captivating

Chapter 17

Silvia POV:

Thunder rolled Somewhere in the clouds above.
The lightning flashed.
A gust of wind whooshes through the open field
followed by more sheet of silver rain that swept on earth like curtains.
I felt rooted in the spot. I am unable to move at its heaviness.
My jacket was drenched enough. I realised I couldn't even hold onto it anymore.
What difference does it make?
Gosh!
I angrily dropped it and cleared my tears away.
What was I doing?
Not that I'm some sort of six year old to start sobbing in the rain.
Will it solve anything?
I rose in shaky legs, shivering at the attacks of the angry rain that kept bouncing hard against my skin.
My whole body ache so much as if someone had just beaten me with a narrow edge of yard stick.
Glumly I shook my head.
Never am I letting this wear me down.
I picked up my jacket and squeezed water out of it before tying it around my waist.
I pulled on my gloves and began walking.
I crept forward, on alert, trying to get a better look, but the field seemed endless.
Feeling more ruthless and weary I padded more.
My eyes was blazing cold fire behind my eye socket, bright with the fire of zealousness.
I realised the girl who was raped three years ago was back.
My head kept wailing at the thought of Lucas, and how much I hate him. How much I wished to hold his baby neck and give him a dim mak in the head.

The man inside me has finally burst out through its confinement shell and ready to attack, and its first target was lucas Tyson
No one but LUCAS TYSON!
My face which was coloured from gray of exhaustion has now transformed to a cold angry red.
I squeezed on my fist only to realise the effect of the rain water was just so devastating.
It's wreaking me so hard.
The more I ache and itched all over, the more the thought of ending Lucas tyson life kept coming to my head.
As I walked forth,
I couldn't help as one of my knees gave out on me.
I hit my fist on my knees.
Now groaning with all of my strength, I bit down the pain and managed another brave smile as i pull my self back up.

The wind tore through my skin like a bright red torpedo. The rain never intended to stop either.
I was damn damp yet I kept walking.
I realised the aches had taken so much effect now.
Slowly,
I knelt on my two kneels. I became aware that I was shivering like an abandoned turkey.
My bare skin was so cold to the extent
that I felt my stomach freezing.
Sharp pebbles poked painfully into my bare knees and toes.
The only sound I kept hearing was the whooshing of the wind and piercing water of the angry rain.
Scrambling to my feet once more.
I jerked my weak legs forward only to realise I couldn't walk any further.
My strength were all gone now as the water pelted against my face like Rock, the weight of it and the achenes it brought made me hold on to my knees.
While I shouted into space.
I hate you Lucas tyson! I hate you!

I sank to the ground and sat there crying my heart out. My hair hanging in wet ropes around my itching face. The eagle and birds around tugged and rocked and for a moment I so wished from the depth of my heart that this was just a nightmare.
Why do I keep suffering in the hands of men?
That's what I get for having a soft spot for Lucas tyson
That's what I got for loving how good looking he was.
I sneezed repeatedly as another thunder rumbled like distant cannon fire.
Suddenly, the feeling that someone was watching me raised my head up.
With my karate sense,
I noticed the airs around me had turn wild.
I glanced around in fright and cursed more at Lucas.
I didn't have much choice than to squeeze myself up and continue walking.
I felt it again the sense of being watched, the feeling of something malicious and malevolent hanging thick in the air.
I decided to run this time, but it was useless.
My legs was stuck, rooted in one position like a stem.
Suddenly, the pains I felt made my eyes went as huge as I could stretched.
I made a loud painful groan as something hit on me hard from behind more like a blow or kick.
I staggered hard as my form hit on the ground.
My eyes felt dizzy as I kissed my lips to the wet ground.
The thick voice made me realise he was male.
He pulled my hair hard and turned me over so my face was now facing the sky. My lungs and nose burnt as water rushed into my mouth and nose.
I closed my eyes in bed of aches as his heavy hand locked around my throat.
I realise I couldn't move,
couldn't speak, couldn't open my eyes, and couldn't fight for my
life. What good am I? So, I just lay there as he spoke.
"Stay away from the Tyson's! Especially Lucas! Or else you gave me no choice than to come for you!
And with that, don't you think we are gonna be riding in the garden of mourning glory much too earlier? Lucas must not take over that seat until I finished my quest at the company. I have just one month to get it done, okay? If you love your life, turn down the job offer now! Or you gonna regret it!"
"Let go of me." I managed to say when he dropped his hold on me.
I jerked away and pant as I swallowed more of the rain water.
Now, summoning all of my strength, I pushed my head up a little only to see him walk away like a ghost out of space.
I watched him disappear into thin air.