𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Chapter 32

Where am I..? Why am I brought here like this..? And what is happening to me? Is this kidnapping?

My heart pounded in my chest, the sound echoing in my ears as I struggled against the restraints that held me firmly in place. Panic surged through my veins, my mind racing to comprehend the situation I found myself in. The blindfold over my eyes intensified my fear, leaving me in a state of disorientation and vulnerability.

Amidst my terror, a deep, commanding voice pierced through the silence. "Untie her," the voice ordered, its authority resonating in the room.

My breath got caught in my throat, a glimmer of hope flickering within me. Who is it? Is someone here for my rescue? I felt a pair of hands working to release the knots that bound me to the chair.

As the last restraint fell away, my senses heightened, my body trembling with a mixture of relief and tension. With trembling hands, I reached up to remove the blindfold, my eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden flood of light. Gradually, the room came into focus, revealing its surroundings to me once more.

I found myself in a dimly lit room, with a single flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air carried a musky scent, as if the room had been locked away for centuries.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could make out the details of the room. The man sat before me, exuding an air of authority, his presence commanding attention. His posture was impeccable, his legs crossed with an air of confidence. His eyes, deep and piercing, were fixed on me, as if he could see into my very soul.

I couldn't help but wonder what was happening. The sudden turn of events had left my mind racing, trying to make sense of my surroundings. I found myself drawn to the man's presence, wanting answers, yet also wary of what I might uncover.

"What is this place?" escaped my lips.

I couldn't help but notice the amused glimmer in his eyes, a mischievous smile forming on his lips.

The man's voice was smooth and velvety as he responded, "Can we start with the introduction first?" His raised eyebrow added a playful challenge to his words.

I furrowed my brows, my determination shining through as I ignored his suggestion and got straight to the point.

"Why am I brought here?" I asked.

The question hung in the air, the urgency in my tone palpable. I needed to understand the purpose of this encounter. I needed to know why I was brought here and who this man was.

The man leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly under his weight. His expression remained calm and collected, as if he had all the answers I sought.

"To have a talk," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of conspiracy. "Don't panic. You are my guest." The simplicity of his words only deepened the enigma, leaving me with even more questions than before.

My gaze darted briefly to the men in black who stood silently in the room, their presence both intimidating and intriguing. A skeptical smile played on my lips as I observed the scene before me.

"What a strange way and what a strange place to have a talk. Do you often ask your men to bring your guests to you this way?" My raised eyebrow conveyed my skepticism, contesting the man to provide an explanation.

A soft chuckle escaped the man's lips, resonating with a hint of amusement. With a simple gesture, he signaled for the men to leave the room, their departure leaving me and the man alone in the confined space. The atmosphere shifted, the silence now enveloping us like a tangible presence.