𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 : 𝑨 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

{26}•ꜱʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜꜱ•

BONDITA

My vision was so darkened I couldn't open my eyes even how much I tried them to. If I moved my hands it didn’t move a Insh as if my hands were tied into metal that's I couldn't break...  My body was pressed against something soft but it wasn't as soft as it felt. Was I in a bed? But...

Oh, God help....
Please...

I screamed but my voice betrayed me. Not a single sound went out even if my breath was high. I was having my conscious but i can't move talk or nothing. I felt like im not alive.... Am I dead? Is this how a dead person feel? So helpless?
Something cold like liquid flushed to my face. And I breathe as the water or something went through my nose mouth and eyes. I blinked once, twice, threewice and more to open my eyes.

Goobumes appear in my whole body as I felt a unfamiliar touch on my face soking my skin when a deep voice exose the room "Sleeping time is over sleeping princess. Now get up"

It felt like hell!
Am I in hell...?

The person touching me slowly patted my cheeks, each touch sending a wave of discomfort through me. I tried to speak, tried to say, Don’t touch me, but my lips refused to move. My body felt paralyzed, and the helplessness made my heart pound louder.

Another pat, and I inhaled sharply, my breath shaky and uneven. But just as I exhaled, a hard slap landed on my cheek, the sting searing into my skin. A startled gasp escaped me, and tears welled up in my eyes as they flew open.

Everything was dark. The room, the air, the moment—it was suffocating. My gaze finally settled on the figure standing in front of me, a man. He was smiling, but it wasn’t kind; it was cruel, mocking. And in that instant, memories came rushing back like a raging storm.

The black-clad men who climbed into my room through the window. The nauseating smell that made my head spin. My knees buckling as I fell into the abyss of unconsciousness.

And then Yash... Yash took me to a room. His forceful grip, his unwelcome kiss. His voice like venom in my ears as he said—
My breath hitched violently. My mind screamed the words he had said. Anirudh killed his ex.

Oh, my God. No...
It couldn’t be true.
It can’t be true!

The memory froze, a sickening echo in my mind. The present came rushing back as the man in front of me leaned closer. His fingers, cold and unkind, rubbed the cheek he had slapped just moments ago. I flinched, terrified, as his voice sliced through the silence like a knife. “When I say get up… you fucking get up.”

I choked, my breath hitching in my throat as my eyes fixated on the man before me. His face was a sight that would haunt my nightmares forever. A large, jagged scar ran from his left eyebrow down to his chin, cutting through his cheek like a cruel reminder of a violent past. The skin around the scar was puckered and uneven, giving him an appearance both terrifying and grotesque. His dark eyes bore into me with an intensity that made my stomach churn, and his lips curled into a sinister grin that sent chills racing down my spine.

My body shook uncontrollably, the fear consuming me as I glanced around. My eyes darted from one shadowy corner to another, searching for a way out, but it was pointless. I was in a room—a cold, suffocating space lit only by the flickering light above.

And then it hit me. I was lying on a bed. My hands, tied tightly above my head, were bound with thick, rough ropes that chafed against my skin. The knots were merciless, pressing into my wrists like cold iron. I tugged at them weakly, the coarse fibers digging deeper as if mocking my futile attempts to break free.