ULTIMATUM

Chapter twenty two

BAYLYN

The rattling from the thunder was a bolt from the blue. It didn't take long before heavy raindrops begun splattering on the bedroom window. As though it couldn't get any better, the lights went off filling the whole place with utter darkness. I was alone in the room and that made the whole situation creepier.

I was only a few seconds away from shitting myself.

As the lightning struck again, it provided enough light for me to catch sight of a tall hooded figure standing at my door. It looked like a man, and his frame filled up the small portion opened sliding doors.

His face was covered. All I could see was black. I could sense his eyes were peering at me, sending shivers running through my body. My legs were frozen in place. I saw the man begin to walk into the room. He closed the door completely behind him leaving me with no place to run.

Lightning struck again throwing some more light into the room. This time, my eyes felt onto the tool he held. It glimmered from the dim light. He held a knife and he was advancing towards me. I moved backwards. There wasn't much distance left as I finally hit the bed. He was now only a few steps away from me.

I crashed landing onto the bed. He was now standing at the edge of the bed. His knife was now raised. I pushed myself further till I hit the headboard. He effortlessly pulled me back by my leg.

For some reason I couldn't scream. All I could do was cry and pray. He lowered his knife just to place his fingers onto my cheek. His gloved fingers ran down my cheek as uncontrollable tears ran down my face.

"Please, please don't kill me. I will do anything but please don't kill me." My voice broke as I spoke.

He placed a finger on his mouth signaling for me to keep quiet.

I had watched a lot of horror movies in my life but this seemed like a part from SCREAM. There was just one difference, this was happening to me in reality.

My pleas fell on deaf ears as he continued to wickedly trace my body with his fingertips.

I was powerless and with the darkness in the room, I couldn't even look for something to defend myself.

The hooded man raised his knife once again. I was now sure that I was going to die.

I closed my eyes and braced myself for whatever came next.

I heard him snap his fingers and light washed over my face. I opened my eyes, light pouring directly into my eyes. It took time for me to adjust to the light having squinted my eyes a few times.

My heart was still beating erratically. The hooded man was still standing at the edge of the bed, his knife still raised. I looked around the room, looking for something to use as a weapon.

There was a surely a gun in this room considering I was married to the Mafia Boss. But getting to it wasn't going to be so easy, so I looked around for something else.

At the night stand, my eyes fell onto a glass jar. If I could get to it, then I would use it as a weapon.

I had to calculate my moves. It wasn't easy. But considering his eyes were on me, I just had to pretend there was someone behind him. He took the bait and turned around which gave me enough time to run for the jar. He looked back at me quick enough and understood my motive so he moved towards me again.

I had the jar in my hands.

"Don't come near me, or I will hit you." He didn't flinch. He continued moving towards me and with every step he took, my resolve weakened. I raised the jar high, its weight falling entirely onto my arms.

He was now only a foot away from me.

" I promise I will hit you."

He moved closer to me and easily pulled the jar away from me rendering me hopeless once again.

He was now towering over me and it was now that a feeling of nostalgia hit me.

I started putting the pieces together. There is no way an assassin would enter a Mafia's house. And there is no way he could make it to his bedroom.

Realization now hit me. This was no assassin.

"You?"

"Took you long enough, wife."