AUTHOR'S POV
A man was sitting lifelessly in a chair, tied with rope in a warehouse far from the city.
A hush enveloped the room as the sharp sound of clicking heels echoed down the corridor. Heads turned in unison, and conversations faded into whispers as the staff instinctively straightened their posture. Their boss's unmistakable approach was upon them, and with it came a palpable sense of anticipation.
With each confident step, she exuded an undeniable air of authority. The atmosphere crackled with energy, as if the very walls were holding their breath. Everyone knew that her presence commanded respect, and they exchanged knowing glances, eager to witness what the moment would bring. Would it be a tribute to their hard work, a challenge to strive harder, or perhaps a surprising announcement? Whatever it was, they were ready, hanging on to each footfall that echoed closer to their hearts.
As the door swung open, a woman in her 20s stepped into the room, instantly commanding attention with her sophisticated presence. She was elegantly dressed in a tailored black co-ord set that hugged her graceful figure perfectly, making her stand out effortlessly. The soft glow of the lights reflected off her stunning Dior earrings, which danced delicately around her ears, adding a touch of glamour to her sophisticated look. At her side, a luxurious Louis Vuitton handbag rested effortlessly, further accentuating her keen sense of style.
With every step she took, the room seemed to take a collective breath, captivated by her poise and elegance, leaving everyone curious about the story behind this stylish stranger.
Her makeup was minimal yet effective, highlighting her natural beauty without overwhelming her features. As she approached the man, she settled into the chair across from him with poise, radiating confidence like a queen taking her throne. With a slight wave of her hand, she signaled to one of the men nearby and leaned forward slightly, her voice steady but laced with curiosity as she inquired, "Did he say anything?" They all were scared due to the torture she has been giving to that lifeless body for the past two weeks still he had remained silent, his stubbornness preventing him from uttering a single word. The bodyguard, sensing the tension, replied with a firm denial, refusing to acknowledge the mounting pressure in the air.
She became more frustrated and ordered them to bring a perfectly sharped knife. She got up from her seat and stood in front of the man and started stabbing the knife in his right arm where he was already gunshot. Only the deadly ,painful mourning screams of that man was heard and she stopped after a good five minutes she asked him the same question again "who ordered you to do all that ?" the man finally spoke up stuttering " V-V-Vidyut" "That was all he managed to utter before he slipped into unconsciousness, his body going limp and his eyes closing. A frown creased her brow as she processed the name he had spoken, a sense of unease settling in her chest."
"Don't let him die or else I won't spare any of you." She gave clear instructions to all the guards who were present in the warehouse, ensuring they understood their duties. After confirming that everyone was aligned with her orders, she confidently exited the warehouse, leaving them to carry out her commands.
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Who did what guys?? ┐('•_•')┌
Who was the lady? Why was she torturing him so much?
Well the main story will start after one more chapter.
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