SAVI

Prologue

There's a buzz in my head. I can't seem to remember where I am, but for a fact, I do remember that I wasn't drinking this time, as I quit it last year and have decided to stay sober.

Wait? There's a blurry memory of some men imploring me to follow them, then inducing me into a car, then binding a plastic bag on my head. Well, technically, they asked me to do it myself, but why am I? I was very late to realize I was being kidnapped. I may have passed out because of a lack of oxygen before. It's all dark and quiet. But the buzz is not in my head but rather under me, as if we are moving and I am in a truck or car.

I try to speak, but I am gagged. But I fixed the plastic bag on my head, so how come and when did they gag me? And my hands are bound.

Where am I? I jerk hard. And someone removes the plastic from my head. It's bright everywhere. Strong light penetrates through my eyes on reflex, and I squeeze them shut.

I open them again. I am in a car, and there are three men with me—a driver and two on either side of me. They are in the same black, with what I assume is a ceramic vest underneath. They are armed! Oh my fucking godddd.

I stare at them, but both turn their heads outside the window and ignore me. It's scary. Never in my life have I encountered a situation like this or ever been close to one like this. I was a happy child. I had a family that included my mom, dad, and a big brother. Until my father died due to an erroneous surgery, After that, there were ups and downs, but no kidnapping.

We enter a large mansion. Enormous Mansion. It's just the gate that told me it was a mansion: white gates with SAVI written in gold; on the left gate are the engraved letters SA in capital; those letters are supposed to be handiwork by a goldsmith, for sure; and on the right gate is VI. I don't get the reference; it has a homely feeling but still has a rich touch to it, with lamps on each side and gray pavement as the car enters the gates after the check-in at the gate. All I see are palm trees on both sides. And a straight road ahead. While watching it, I turn around and observe that there are cars behind us. Jaguar F-Pace. I watch ahead, and again, there are cars. I haven't fully registered where the fuck am I, and why are these people with someone like me? I am a common man with a middle-class life; this is very luxurious for me! Even to be kidnapped.

We travel like this for what feels like ten years or more for me, but it actually takes 20 minutes. I know because there is a digital clock on the car navigation screen. I am sure I am going to die today; I just don't know the reason. These men, for a fact, aren't the ones who spoke to me earlier. The one that came and said we just want to talk with you was different; they took me towards an old, swift desire and threatened me to wear the plastic. I was with my friend, eating fries.

Then comes the confirmation that this indeed is a mansion. For God sake, I was supposed to be wrong; no one has to travel 20 minutes exactly at 80 km/h to reach their home from the gate; that is extraordinary.

The mansion is modern but has a quaint texture; the left side is made of whole glass. It's like an ocean is constructed there; all types of corals, flora, and fish can be seen from here. Shit, are you serious? There's a whale in the ocean. Luxurious! The middle is a white building with brick texture and a steel exterior. The pavement is gray ceramic with a shiny touch. The right side of the building is full of balconies and windows from top to bottom. The right side gives you a feel of a Royal British Palace—not that I have ever visited one, but I have seen pictures. It's not a mansion but a palace; it is very modern and historic at the same time, and the exterior is actually made with different significant elements. You get confused about which to focus on, but the white theme merges the two and gives you a lavish royal look. This is the richest palace I have ever seen. There is a marble fountain. One has to enter from this left side and turn around the fountain to go out of the mansion. Again, the fountain is a significant piece of this land, as exactly behind the fountain sits the entrance of the house.

I expect them to turn towards the entrance, but the car is stopped near the left, just below the ocean. The man on my left leaves the car while the one on my right barks at me to get out. I am about to hear a shriek from behind, which has me turning around. The voice is all too familiar, as it's my girlfriend. What the actual fuck? I hastily get out of the car and try to run towards her, but the guard blocks me completely. That's when I actually start noticing the surroundings. They are nearby, with 30–40 cars lined up. My front three are resting in the back. Right behind the car I was in is the car where Mansi (my girlfriend) was. People's start leaving the cars, and I know 15% of them, as they are all my friends, know I am scared to death. What is going on?? Just to console myself, I'd like to think it's some enemy of ours, and it's not just me who is trapped here. The man Holding me drags me to my left side behind him, and I oblige unwillingly.

Just below the ocean where we were is a new gate that leads to a garden. All I see are rosebushes until my sight can go. They are planted in a systematic manner and look authentically beautiful. There's an opaque glass door, which, if not seen closely, isn't visible. The guard guides me in and all the other prisoners as well. I can feel Mansi's confused stare behind me, but I don't know how to console her when I can't guarantee my own life.

The room inside is like a study room, with a grandfather clock and a study table; it's all glass. This is right below the ocean, deep underneath the ocean. I can see small fish in it and sea monsters chasing them. Through the study room, we are then guided to a hidden door that is not visible in the normal study room. But once we are in, I can clearly see the study room in full view. A room for some illegal activities. You mean like kidnapping!? Interesting.

We are forced to our knees. Mansi is being gagged again by the sick fucks. I have no option but to watch, and the guards then exit the study room. Leaving us bound and gagged, we are, in total, nearly 100 people. Wow! Even behind the invisible door, we fit. It feels like a cynical torture chamber; we just have a view of our master. Hmm, Kinky, I don't want to die today!

We all suffer in silence, waiting for our deaths, when the door to the study room opens and boom! I piss in my pants just out of fear. Mansi is right beside me; she has tears in her eyes. But right now, with a racing heart and gagged mouth, I don't know how to calm her down, not to mention that I have a continuous buzz in my head. Mansi has been my girlfriend for a month now, and at this moment in my near death, all I care about is my 23-year-old life more than comforting her. I am sorry, Mansi.

But the door opens, and it's like a shock to my system when I see my ex-girlfriend, Hruta, entering the study room with a huge smile on her face and shouting

"Virat"

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