𝟭𝟵(ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴇ)

2K 143 105
                                    



                                 Cʜᴀᴏs ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ,
                         Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏs,
                                 Aɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ,
                                         Mʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏs.


                                 Cʜᴀᴏs ʜᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ,                         Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏs,                                 Aɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ,                                         Mʏ ᴄʜᴀᴏs

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.



I slowly open my eyes, a pounding headache greeting me. Where am I? The room is dimly lit, and the air is thick with a musty smell.

My heart races as I try to piece together what happened. Then it hits me—three men, a car... Oh shit, where the hell am I?

I glance down and see that my hands are tied with rough, scratchy ropes.

Panic surges through me, and I struggle against the restraints, but they're too tight.

My breathing becomes erratic as fear takes hold.

"𝗢𝗵, 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘂𝗽," a low, feminine voice says from somewhere in the shadows.

I squint, trying to see who it is, but all I can make out is a vague silhouette.

"𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗺 𝗜?" I shout, my voice cracking with desperation.

My mind is racing, searching for any possible escape, any hint of familiarity, but there's nothing.

The woman steps into the dim light, revealing a stern face with cold, calculating eyes.

"𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲," she says, her tone devoid of any warmth.

Lord what?

What the fuck is wrong?

"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲? 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗼!" I yell, pulling against the ropes again, my wrists chafing painfully.

But my pleas are met with silence. The woman just stands there, observing me with a dispassionate expression.

"𝗡𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂,"

she says calmly.

"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗵."

Tears of frustration and fear blur my vision. I can't believe this is happening.

She smiles, she fucking smiles.

My mind flashes to my family, friends and then Aziz what the hell, why am i thinking about him?

How will they know where to find me? Will they even know I'm missing?

HER SUNSHINE-SHADES OF HATE TO LOVE | 18+Where stories live. Discover now