In this gripping collection of thriller and suspense stories, Whispers in the Dark explores the eerie, the unknown, and the hidden dangers lurking in the shadows. Each story unravels a web of secrets, where nothing is as it seems, and the line betwe...
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Chapter name : An Open Window
The bakery felt eerie, almost like a dream, as if the horrors of that night never happened. Everything was in its place, untouched, as if the events that had sent my life into a whirlwind were figments of my imagination. I apologized to the owner for my abrupt disappearance and resigned from my position, desperate to distance myself from anything that might connect me to that night.
But fate had other plans.
I took on extra shifts at my second job as a hotel maid, trying to lose myself in the monotony of cleaning. The hotel had always been a sanctuary for me, a place where I could blend into the background and go unnoticed. That changed the moment I saw him—Arthur.
He was standing at the center of the lobby, surrounded by staff, his presence commanding. Arthur wasn't just a passing stranger in the hotel; he was the Vice Chairman. The maids and other workers greeted him with respect, while I stood frozen, unable to comprehend how he was here, how his life had now merged with mine.
My heart raced as I tried to back away, doing my best to disappear from his view. I rushed into a nearby room, praying that no one had seen me. Once inside, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, thankful for the temporary reprieve.
That relief evaporated when I realized I had wandered into the Chairman's VIP suite.
I cursed under my breath, panicking as I looked for a way out without being noticed. Hiding behind the sofa, I stilled my breath as I heard voices approaching. The door creaked open, and two people walked in.
"Do you think there's something wrong with Arthur?" a woman's voice said. She was older, maybe in her 40s, with a sharp, angry tone.
"I know he's hiding something," a man replied, who I assumed was the Chairman, "but as long as it benefits us, I don't care. He's just a pawn. Don't worry about him, darling. Let me... improve your mood."
What followed made my skin crawl. The two began kissing feverishly, undressing one another, oblivious to my presence behind the sofa. I peeked over, mortified, as the scene escalated into something I should never have witnessed. My breath caught in my throat as I tried to figure out how to escape without drawing attention.
I moved slowly toward the door, careful not to make a sound, but as luck would have it, the door creaked just as I opened it. The noise was enough to make the woman—Miss Ava, the Chairwoman—snap her head around.
"Who's there?" she barked.
I ran. My legs carried me down the hallway as fast as they could, but I didn't get far before two men grabbed me. They dragged me back to the room, throwing me at the feet of the Chairman and Miss Ava.
"Who are you?" the Chairman demanded, his eyes narrowing as he towered over me. His voice was a mixture of anger and lust, his gaze lingering on my body like I was prey.
"I-I'm Ahiya Smith," I stammered, my voice trembling. "I'm just a maid. I didn't mean to intrude! I only came to clean the room!"
The Chairman's lips curled into a sadistic smile. "Do you really think I'll believe that? Darling," he called to Ava, "don't you think we should have a little fun with her before we deal with her?"
Miss Ava, wrapped in nothing but a thin robe, sat back in her chair, smoking a cigarette. She watched with cold detachment as the Chairman approached me, his hands already loosening my shirt buttons.
I tried to back away, but the men who had grabbed me earlier held me in place, forcing me to endure the Chairman's lecherous touch. My mind raced, searching for any way out, but it was hopeless. He grinned wickedly, his hands roaming over my exposed skin.
"No wrong answers now, or I'll take off more," he sneered, pulling at my clothes until I was left in nothing but my undergarments. My body trembled, not just from fear, but from the sheer violation of my dignity.
He leaned in closer, whispering with a sick chuckle, "You're making me hard, sweetheart."
I glanced at Miss Ava, silently begging her for mercy, but she remained expressionless, indifferent to my suffering.
Before the Chairman could continue, there was a knock on the door. The interruption made him pause, and Miss Ava raised an eyebrow. "Come in," she called out.
The door opened to reveal Arthur.
"A warm wish to the Madame," he greeted Miss Ava, his voice smooth, but his eyes cold.
The Chairman straightened up, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. "She's mine," he said possessively, nodding toward me. "I've already claimed her."
Arthur's eyes flickered over to me, and I tried to lower my gaze, my body still half-naked and vulnerable.
"She's mine," Arthur declared, his voice cold and authoritative. "I've already claimed her. She belongs to me."
The tension in the room was palpable as Mr. Liam narrowed his eyes. "Are you saying you sent her to spy on us?"
Arthur's jaw clenched. "That's none of your concern. Now, let her go."
The two men glared at each other, but before things could escalate further, the woman—Madame Ava, the Chairwoman—intervened. "Let her go, Liam. We have more important matters to deal with."
Reluctantly, Mr. Liam stepped back, his lustful gaze still lingering on me. Arthur handed me his jacket and untied my hands, pulling me toward him as if to shield me from their prying eyes. His touch was surprisingly gentle, yet there was an undeniable tension between us.
As he led me out of the room, Arthur leaned down, his breath warm against my ear. "Wait for me in my room," he whispered. "I'll take care of this, and then..." He trailed off, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "I want you."
A shiver ran down my spine, though I wasn't sure if it was from fear or something else entirely. My heart pounded in my chest, not just from the danger I had narrowly escaped, but from the way Arthur looked at me. There was something about him—something dark and magnetic that I couldn't resist, even though every instinct told me to stay far away.
As I walked toward his room, I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—fear, confusion, and a strange, undeniable attraction. Arthur was dangerous, no doubt about that. But in that moment, I wasn't sure if I wanted to run from him or into his arms.
When I finally reached his room, I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart racing. The weight of what had just happened crashed over me. But despite everything, one thought lingered in my mind.
