Espionagé

v - capture

I watched in horror as one of the masked men pointed at me and instead of running away, I stupidly stood in place as they began running up the stairs. I tried running to my parents bedroom, but before I knew it, they blocked it out and the masked men barricaded any exits I had.

They surrounded me as I was backed up into my bedroom, where 2 got hold of me and the other motioned to drag me out. I screamed at the top of my lungs until the first man yelled something in another language and then the others muffled me with a cloth.

After heavily breathing, I was knocked unconscious.

***

"fgh... Huh?" 

I was in some sort of dark basement, or a chamber. I didn't know where I was, or how I got here. The cloth was off my mouth now, but I still felt a bit dizzy.

"Who are you?" I demanded to my kidnappers as I tried to get up, but as I did my arms were suddenly pulled back. I looked behind myself and saw that I was hooked to chains. 

"Get this off me!! Now!!!" I barked as the men laughed. I felt stupid, helpless.

One of the men began approaching me, with every step I took backwards he approached forward, until I was backed up into some sort of pillar.

"unfortunately for you and me, we can't do anything about that," the man rubbed my chin as though he was mocking me, "But we can-"

"Ow!" He screamed as I bit his hand. Revenge. 

"You are now in the service of Fatma Sultan." they reprimanded me.

"You think you can just kidnap me and force me into servitude?" I spat, my voice laced with defiance despite the fear coursing through me.

The man, nursing his hand, shot me a menacing glare. "You have no choice. Fatma Sultan's orders are not to be defied."

My mind raced. Who was Fatma Sultan? Why did they want me? And more importantly, how could I escape this nightmare?

But before I could formulate a plan, the men grabbed me again, dragging me towards a door at the far end of the chamber. I struggled against them, but their grip was firm. As they pushed me through the doorway, I was met with blinding light.

I squinted, trying to adjust to my surroundings. It appeared to be a courtyard, surrounded by high walls. In the center stood a grand palace, its domes and minarets towering above me.

"Welcome to the Palace of Fatma Sultan," one of the men sneered, pushing me forward.

As I stumbled towards the palace, my heart sank. Trapped in a world I didn't understand, with no one to turn to for help, I realized that my fight for freedom was only just beginning.