Hades - The Alpha of Vengeance

Prey

I didn't sleep last night, nor did I protest when he locked me back in the room. It wasn't like I didn't want to, but the fear of his statement and the immense pain in my body eradicated my will.

Who he was, and what he was gonna do to me, had been bugging me the whole night.

Then there was the flashback from the accident. If the monster really attacked me, then how did I get here? And where was my father in the first place?

The horde of questions as if took the shape of a tornado in my head, swirling around in search for answers only worsening the ache.

One thing was for sure, if I had to find my answers, I had to get out of here.

For the first time since I had been here, I got up and limped to the window at the other side of the room. The sun had just began to peak through the sky. As far my eyes could go, only rows of giant trees could be seen. There was no sign of a house or humans.

Looked like it was in the middle of a forest.

This brought out a disheartening sigh out of my mouth.

Of course he did that. Which creepy kidnapper imprisoned a girl amidst a packed town?

Wait...

I squinted my eyes, searching for a certain whiteness over the greenery, finding none.

No snow.

If not the snow already melted from the heat of the sunny day.

But then Chicago didn't possess such vast of a forest land to begin with.

Oh no. Realization hit me.

I wasn't in Chicago anymore.

Dread twisted in my gut, and I fought the urge of a rising panic.

I had to get out of here. I had to.

Standing on my tippie-toes, I glanced down. It seemed the house was on top of a small hill, and I was on the second floor. If I tried, perhaps I could escape.

A ray of hope bloomed in my heart.

Fumbling around the sashes, looking for a lock or something to open the window, my heart skipped a beat.

I realized there was none to begin with.

The window was sealed shut.

Secondhand disappointment coursed through my veins.

But no. A glass couldn't hold me back from going back to my father. I wouldn't let it.

Looking around, my eyes ceased at the lamp on the bedside table. I grabbed it upside down and positioned myself before the window. With all the might I could gather, I casted it at the glass.

The second my hand lost the contact, I braced myself as the sound of glass shattering filled the room. Maybe the outside as well. But I didn't care.

Removing my hands from over my eyes, my brows furrowed in the most daunting way.

There was indeed shards of glasses in the floor, but not from the window.

Only the lamp was broken, but not a single crack appeared on the window glass.

"No, no, no."

Picking up the base of the lamp, I slammed it back on the window, yet nothing happened.

I repeated my action, every fibre in my body protesting against it as pain jabbed throughout my skin.

Once.