Dungeon of destiny

Chapter four: we can survive

                 Aurora 

"WHY YOU?"

he locked his eyes with mine, as if he can see throw me ,as if am a pice of puzzle he need to figure it out .

"I honestly don't know what happened. I was on my way home when a black car pulled up beside me. The man inside asked for directions to the nearest supermarket, and then... the next thing I remember, I woke up in a room, tied to a chair."

 he was following my story as if it was something important .

but I was curious as well and like I shared my story he has to share his 

"NOW ITS YOUR TURN " 

'What turn?' he replied lifting his eyebrows in mock innocence.

 Was he playing games with me?  is he fooling me ? 

" why are you here what's your name how long have you been here.." I pressed, determined to get answers.

 he looked away from me as he sighed 

"AM NOAH MARECHTTI AM FROM ITALY BUT I WAS LIVING IN NEW YORK BEFORE ALL OF THIS HAPPENED..."

he stopped talking ,and, we make eye contact again it was a warning look and i can't tell why he is warning his name was familiar to me, and I can't know why maybe I studied his cause in my essay ? 

"As for why I'm here and how long... believe me, it's not something you need to know. My story isn't like yours..."

 Noah's voice trailed off, his tone carrying a weight of hidden pain and secrets.

I leaned in closer, my curiosity piqued. 

"But why? Why won't you tell me?" I pressed, sensing there was more to his story than he was letting on.

Noah's eyes darkened, a shadow passing over his features.

"Because my past is a labyrinth of darkness and deception, Aurora. It's a place you don't want to venture into."

His cryptic words sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire of curiosity within me. What could be so terrible about his past that he couldn't bear to share it? The mystery surrounding Noah Marchetti deepened, leaving me with more questions than answers.

i can saw his clearly face there is blood and with the long bear I can't know his Facial features but his blue eyes look exactly the same shade of the sky and with that realization hit me hard

 ""Noah Marchetti... the security developer?" I stammered, the realization hitting me like a freight train. His name was infamous, a whispered legend in the tech world, but seeing him here, alive, was beyond comprehension.

He gave me that same scrutinizing look from earlier, as if I were a puzzle he was trying to piece together. "How do you know me? Sure, I was known, but not by people like you," he said, his voice laced with skepticism.

I felt a wave of confusion wash over me. "Three years ago, I watched your fu..." The word caught in my throat, unable to escape. How could I say it when the man himself was standing right in front of me, breathing and very much alive? His cold stare urged me to continue, his eyes drilling into mine.

"Finish it," he commanded, his voice firm and unyielding. It was an order, plain and simple.

Swallowing hard, I forced the words out. "I saw your funeral. Everyone talked about it. And... and..." I hesitated, unsure if I should continue. Should I tell him what the tabloids wrote about his siblings? About the tragic way he supposedly died? The thought of him being trapped in this hellhole for three years made my stomach churn.

"Finish your sentence, Aurora," he repeated, his tone brooking no argument. I was all too familiar with orders, thanks to my father. My mind wandered briefly to my family—were they relieved I was gone, or did they finally understand my worth now that it was too late? The chance of surviving another week here seemed slim to none.

Looking back at Noah, his eyes pinned me with an intensity that made my breath catch. I took a deep breath and continued. "You were missing for eight months. Every magazine and news outlet covered the story of the famous Noah Marchetti, the most successful security developer. Your siblings did everything they could to find you, but one day, the FBI announced they had found your body... I mean, your burnt body. But it wasn't your body, was it?"

Noah's expression hardened, a mix of pain and anger flashing across his face. "They faked my death to cover up their tracks," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "They needed everyone to stop looking for me. And it worked. They fooled the world."

A silence fell between us, heavy with unspoken words and shared despair. The reality of our situation pressed down on us, the weight of it almost unbearable. "So, you were here all along," I murmured, my voice breaking. "All this time, they kept you here, in this nightmare."

"no they didn't kept me in this nightmare"

Noah's said and I replied fast "where they put you first ?"

"In this dungeon" he said with a cost of smile.

how can someone being kidnapped for three years can make a joke and right now I felt a lot of emotions it was a combination between anger sadness pity hopeless 

"HOW CAN YOU MAKE A JOKE, DUDE?"

 I snapped, my voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and anger. "YOU'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED, TORTURED FOR THREE YEARS! YOUR FAMILY PUT SOMEONE ELSE IN YOUR GRAVE WITH YOUR NAME, AND HERE YOU ARE CRACKING JOKES? ARE THERE ANY FEELINGS LEFT IN YOU?" 

My hand, shaking uncontrollably, pointed to his heart.

I hadn't meant for my voice to sound so harsh, but I was at my breaking point. His cavalier attitude felt like a betrayal to the gravity of our situation. The room fell silent, the only sound the echo of my outburst bouncing off the cold, damp walls. The fake smile that had been plastered on Noah's face vanished, replaced by a look of profound sadness and pain. His eyes darkened to a shade of blue so deep it was almost black.

For a moment, I thought he might lash out, but instead, he took a deep breath and spoke, his voice filled with venom but also a raw, naked honesty that made my heart ache. 

"NO FEELINGS FOR ME LOVE I NEVER HAVE THEM ANYWAY NOT BEFOR THE KIDNAPPING AND SURLY NOT DURING IT " he give me that same cold stare again.

He turned away, as if unable to bear the weight of my gaze. "You don't know what it's like, Aurora. You don't know what it's like to be stripped of your identity, to be forgotten by the world. My family mourned a body that wasn't mine. They buried a stranger and moved on, thinking I was gone forever."

i wanted to know everything about his story but before I could say anything  he added 

"ITS NOT SOMETHING YOU SUPPOSED TO KNOW BUT ME BEING HERE FOR THREE YEARS IS BECAUSE THEY KNOW MY SIBLINGS ESPECIALLY ADEM THE OLDER ONE WILL NEVER GIVE UP UNTIL HE FOUND ME THIS IS WHY THEY BURNT A BODY AND COVER IT WITH MY BLOOD THEY KNOW BETTER " 

his last sentence was all it takes to make me feel again to make me hope that this is not my end I can survive actually we can survive this !

#sno