Nikolai was quiet the entire time and I was growing anxious every time I looked at him.
We searched the room bit by bit but nothing turned up except for each cage had blood, there was an entire kit of tools and equipment, and several small jars were stocked on the shelves. It was so cold that my nails started to turn blue and Nikolai gave a little shiver now and then.
"Kiara" Nikolai whispered as he walked towards me.
I looked up at him in response and he extended his hand, "I don't see anything here." He announced looking around one last time.
I raised my brow at him and he rubbed his forehead, "there's not much we can do about it, Kiara." His voice was filled with an unspoken urge.
"But we can not just leave her like this." I opposed."Kiara." He exhaled, "I know we can't, I don't want to either but we have to, please understand, we can not move her without leaving a trail behind and we don't want that."
"That's purely inhuman and you know it." A rage built inside me.
He ran his fingers through his hair, "what are we supposed to tell anybody that we found a body in a room that's possibly a torture slash dismembering chamber underneath our home and we knew nothing about it? Also, this murder happened just a day or two ago while we were home and no one has lived in the house for the past twenty years, do you expect them to believe us? We can get arrested"
I knew he wanted to do everything he could but couldn't, "we can not let anything or anyone finding out about this, you know it will mess up everything." He stressed his words so much that a vein threatened to pop on his temple.
I nodded despite the churning in my chest. We took a last look at Amy and I couldn't help myself but stare. My heart was sinking into the deepest depth and my vision blurred. I wondered if we have come too far or gone too far. I wondered if this happened just because I didn't want to stop.
I little tug on my hand grabbed my attention and Nikolai gestured me to walk. As the distance grew larger between Amy and us, my mind wandered to the earliest memories I had with her. She seemed so naive when she started working for me and as she grew our friendship bloomed. She wasn't just an assistant by the time it all ended, she was a friend and in all certainty - a betrayer.
"I wonder what path leads to my father's room," Nikolai said as we made our way through the maze.
I couldn't speak, my mind was too fogged with what we have just seen. I was trying to contemplate with the truth all the while knowing that there was yet another person whose brain was out here and I couldn't imagine who they were. I tried to wrap my head around Amy's murder, she was brutally murdered and I couldn't place my finger on who might do this.
"Kiara?" His voice was sharp as he stared at my face, "let's get out of here. We'll find the path after some time." He said in a doubtful tone while taking my hand and dragging me out of the maze.
"Why would someone do that?" I whispered as we climbed out of the trapdoor
Nikolai closed the door and secured it. He didn't answer my question instead he gently took my hand and made me walk back to the room. As we entered he made me look at him, "This is tough, Kiara." He told me in a soothing voice, "and I know you don't think too highly of me at the moment because of the choice that I made down there." He pulled me a little closer and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, "trust me it wasn't easy for me either, but one needs to make a choice that's best for everyone no matter how unpleasant, and right now I can't risk anything."
Tears escaped my eyes as the entire day's tiredness came crashing down on me. I was suddenly highly aware of all the aches and pain in my body, I realised how exhausted I was and I simply slumped into him. My forehead hit his chest and he wrapped his arm around me, "I just want this to end now."

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Mistério / SuspenseA storm brews so slowly that you hear your blood rush through your veins. How do you keep yourself sane when insanity is your best friend? Kiara is standing in the eye of the storm. Bloodied and bruised by daggers of the past; past that is not he...