The Love We Share

Killed???🤍🤎

Inaya's pov:-

As I opened my eyes slowly, the dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls revealed my grim surroundings.

I was lying on a rough, splintered wooden floor that creaked with every slight movement. The air was heavy with the smell of damp wood and mold, a musty scent that filled my nostrils and made me feel nauseous. Shadows danced on the walls, flickering ominously in the faint light cast by a single, flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling.

My hands and legs were tightly bound, the coarse ropes biting into my skin, leaving raw, red marks where they had been pulled too tight. The pain was sharp and relentless, a constant reminder of my captivity. I tried to move, but the restraints held me fast, my limbs exhausted from struggling. The duct tape over my mouth muffled my cries, sealing my lips shut with its sticky, suffocating grip.

As I fully regained consciousness, my senses sharpened, and I began to take in more details of my dire situation. The first thing I noticed was that my wrists, though bound tightly. My hands themselves were free, their freedom offering a glimmer of hope in this bleak environment.

Realizing this, a spark of determination flared within me. If my hands were free, I could use them to remove the duct tape from my mouth. Summoning every ounce of strength, I flexed my fingers, feeling the strain in my wrists as the ropes dug into my skin.

The pain was sharp and persistent, but I forced myself to focus on the task at hand.With deliberate, cautious movements, I brought my hands up to my face. The duct tape was firmly secured, its edges rough against my skin. I grasped the corner of the tape and began to peel it away, each tug sending a jolt of discomfort through my skin. The sensation sharp and stinging, but I didn't stop. Inch by inch, I peeled it away until, with a final yank, the tape came off, and I could finally breathe freely again.

Panting slightly from the effort, I felt a surge of relief. The tape gone, I could now use my mouth to help free myself from the ropes binding my wrists. I twisted my body, bringing my hands closer to my mouth.

I bit down on the rope, feeling its coarse fibers against my teeth, and began to work at the knots.It was a slow, arduous process. The knots were tight and complex, each one seeming like a small puzzle that needed to be unraveled. I used my teeth to loosen the strands, tugging and pulling, gradually easing the tension.

Sweat dripped down my forehead, my heart pounding with exertion, but I could feel the knots beginning to give way. Finally, with a determined tug, the rope slackened, and my wrists were free. The relief was overwhelming, a rush of triumph that momentarily banished the fear and pain.

I quickly moved to untie my legs, my fingers working more swiftly now that the initial obstacle had been overcome. The ropes around my ankles were tight, but without the tension from my bound wrists, they yielded more easily to my efforts.

As I glanced around the shack, I could see that it was an old, decrepit structure. The walls were made of warped, rotting wood, and the floorboards creaked with every step I took. Seeing that there was nobody there, I rushed to the door. My heart was pounding in my chest as I kicked it hard twice, each impact sending a jolt of pain through my legs.

The door groaned under the force, the wood splintering. With the third kick, the door finally gave way, the lock breaking from the outside. I opened the door, ready to bolt, but my blood ran cold as I saw him. Ton stood outside with a sinister smile on his face, his eyes glinting with malice.

As Ton took a step forward, And I stepped back, his smile widening with every movement. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing like a drum in my ears."Ohh... darling, you are so smart, don't you?" he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But where do you think you're going?"