SINFUL ALLIANCE

ALLIANCE?

"No way, she's that!"

"I am telling you bro, she's that!"

"Euphoric Killer?!"

"YES!"

"Boss kidnapped her?!"

"I know right. We're all doomed. It was nice knowing you bro."

"Yes bro, I never thought I would tell you, but I love you bro."

"Bro, you're making me cry."

"Bro, you didn't say it back."

"Oh sorry bro, I love you too."

"Bro."

"Bro."

"Br-"

"Silence!"

Who is talking?

What is going on?

Where am I?

My head throbbed with acute pain as the blinding lights pierced my eyes, making my ongoing headache even worse.

What had happened?

Last night memories started flooding in my mind like a film roll. How I was dancing peacefully in the club all along gathering information from a drunkard who was way busy ogling my breasts to care about the sensitive information he was carelessly spilling, and how the entire blueprint of that club was deeply imprinted in my mind-all thanks to the heel-fetish of the creepy owner of that place. So, what had gone wrong? As if to answer the question, a stinging pain shoot on the right side on my neck.

Him!

That bastard!

My body jerked in impulse as memory of him started playing in my mind, with me cursing myself for letting my guards down that easily. Dammit! Just as I thought, my hands and feet were strapped tightly to what seemed like a chair.

As my eyes were still trying to adjust to the surrounding, I groaned a little, feeling the pain all over my body. I trashed around a bit more, to test the strength of the straps I was bound to, trying to move my fingers in an attempt to find anything helpful in escaping.

"She's awake! The demon is awake!"

"Ahh! I'm scared bro! I'm scared! Boss save me!"

"Bro, you forgot me."

"Ah, sorry bro. Boss, SAVE US!"

Two very loud unfamiliar voices reached my ears followed by a voice I had accustomed being familiar to just after last night.

"You both, shut up."

It was him! I knew it! By now, blurriness from my eyes had almost dissipated and things started taking form as my brain slowly regained its consciousness.

The first thing I notice were my own feet which were tightly and professionally wrapped around the foot of the metal chair by ropes- nylon, I presumed. I was in the same red dress I had worn yesterday. As awareness slowly seeped in, the dank cellar I was put into, revealed itself- a cold, dim expanse with cemented floor and walls that seemed to surround the musty scent of dampness. On the top of one wall, I noticed a miniscule hole from which a solidarity beam of sunlight was casting a narrow, hazy stream, and falling directly on my eyes. Ah, that explained the brightness.

There were so many things to pay attention to and to give priority to, but they all were surpassed by something else. Three sets of eyes staring into mine. Two brown ones- unknown and apparently scared, and then the steel grey eyes- piercing, cold and calculating.