𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

You musn't submit to the devil

One thing I'll blame myself for is, I might not always be grateful enough for this store right across my apartment. I can sprint here whenever I need something without me having to travel a little longer to the supermarket or some other place for things like a single can of soda or an energy drink, or maybe for some grocery shopping.

I reached the shop as my train of thoughts ended. As I stepped inside, a chill air surrounded me.

"Who put the AC so low? Given the fact we're near the end of November and it's already freezing outside", I thought nonchalantly. When I finally took what I was here for. Ramen cup noodles & an energy drink, moving to my right I thought I stepped into a brick wall only to find out it was rather a handsome tall man dressed in a suit and finely polished black shoes. His masculine scent inviting, similar to the devilishly gorgeous smirk on his face. He wasn't like the college boys, proud & ignorant. He was rather like a sexy demon. One that would promise you a sweet fairytale, & make you walk into his trap to the chambers of hell. But such a finely dressed man in a store at night? Some things never sit together.

A chiseled face, a sharp hard jaw that may cut through any tensile material you can name. Eyes black & dark with something with deep meaning swirling in them. I snapped myself out of the trance & tried squeezing through the right, while his built body consumed the entire space leaving no air to breath.

"I'm sorry, excuse me", I said to the stranger but he did not budge. When I tried going again nothing changed so I finally met his eyes for the second time here. His smirk had simply vanished leaving no traces of the previous handsome man I met, as he pressed a handkerchief to my mouth & lulled me to deep sleep with my things falling to the floor in a clink & thud. My limbs went limp & black dots covered my vision until there was nothing but blank dark space.

Time skip

I woke up to the cold engulfing my body. Cold under my legs. Cold under my head. Cold under my soft pink cheeks. It felt like I was on chilly metal sheet. Or maybe it was the floor. I was lying on the floor. But our floor is wooden & warm, sometimes cool but not this harsh cold. Memories came in rushing like a stampede.

I was probably abducted. My head's pounding like it was trampled by humongous elephants for a long time. I opened my eyes dimly to seek any light, despite my struggle. I was in a room that smelled like blood, sweat & brutal. After heaping & trying to stand up right. I pushed myself on my feet and looked for any way out. But only cement walls lacking any paint crossed my vision. It was until someone shone in the distant corner. A keypad lock in a door. I wiggled the handle to find it locked. I knew it was locked quite obviously. Who even leaves an abductee with no locks or supervision.

3 gunshots rang in the silence. My face had water or sweat over it & the weather turned even chillier, though sweat settled on my neck. As I gently placed my fingertips, I knew I was silently crying and the air wasn't cold but fear settled heavy on me. Footsteps approached me from the dark that lay behind me. "Ah I see you're awake now. Oh, did I disturb your dear sleep? Shit. This man was complaining quite a bit so I shot him dead for the peace of this world", a creepy man that looked in his thirties encircled me, as if lately I was his prey.

"Why am I here?", I questioned despite struggling to stand still. "Enough with the little meeting here. Move now. You have work to do & capo called for you", I followed not close behind.

He pushed me aside so harshly I stumbled on my foot & fell. Ignoring me the guy continued to enter the pin after which he held my wrist such I was so sure it'd bruise. Then I was dragged & made to stand with a smelly sack that covered my head so I couldn't see, then they shackled my hands together & forced me to follow.

I weeped. Not caring if they continue to listen. I weeped to defy what was written for me. If I'm supposed to die today, I should've been warned ahead of time. But it doesn't happen does it?

If I were foretold, I would have bid Elen warm nights & hot meals with a long blessed life. I would have stood against our wide gallery in the depth of night & smelled fresh air. I would thank Lily for always being with us & she would've said she never had a sibling, so me & Elen never let her feel that vacancy. I would have thanked Aunt Rachel & our uncle for raising us well, when we were never their responsibility to begin with. That Aunt Rachel or 'Rachel' as she likes being called, was my mom's best friend who never failed to be by her side in her hardest times.

If my time has come I better struggle right away or I will pass away without living my life to the fullest. With my bound wrists, I hit someone's hard head & tried snatching the cover off my face. It was tied & so I kept walking as I continued to pull the sack off. Whoever was around me had their gun locked to shoot right away. If they wanted me dead I would've been laying down with my heart bleeding out. So I pulled until I freed myself, coming face to face with the devil's opened door.

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I'm sure you're all perplexed as to what's going on but bear with me. I'm excited to unwrap muchore theories and things for the story I have in my mind. I know it's been so long since I posted. It was like a writers block. Glad I think I'm out of it for now. Hopefully I'll post more often here.
Have a great day everyone!!!! Let's all root for Rosa<3