It was the throbbing pain on her head that awakened Tenten to a murky blur. A sharp ring — high-pitched and unforgiving — buzzed on her ears, making it harder to focus. She groaned, enduring the relentless turbulence on her head before it finally subsided.
Where am I?
Cold was the first thing she noticed. An anomaly for an early summer night in June. It seeped through her skin, sending shivers down her spine, making her tremble in unknowingness.
"Hello?"
The voice that came out from those dry lips were hoarse. How long had she been unconscious? As she tried to clear her scratchy throat, she noticed a distinctive smell in her nostril. Oil? Cooking oil? No, it was different.
Where am I?
Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to make sense of her surroundings, to find answer to the nudging question. Yet her vision felt restricted. Covered, to be precise. With a cloth of some sort.
I can't see!
She wanted to rip over whatever was covering her eyes, but only then did she understand that her hands were fixed behind her back.
"What is this?!"
Realization set in like a storm. Her heartbeat pulsed as she tugged left and right, struggling with all her might. Yet the rope dug into her wrists with each of her movement. Her breath heavy as she halted her futile attempts, hopeless.
"Help! HELP!!"
She again struggled to break free, creaking of chair beneath her and scream of desperation echoed across the room.
"Awake, at last."
Her chaos slipped away like thief, leaving behind stillness of the night. She froze, holding her breath as a sudden dragging of metal and heeled footsteps filled the room before it stopped again in a near distance before her.
"Did you had a nice sleep?"
Tenten didn't need to remove her blindfold to know whose voice was that.
It was hers.
The woman in black shirt.
"W-where am I? What do you want from me?!" her voice shaking.
"Quite a drug that you bought," the sudden comment made her flinched.
"W-what?" Tenten stuttered.
"The drug," her captor repeated. "One that makes Beta to emanate pheromone like an Omega."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about."
Silence surrounded her. Suffocating her. Drowning her like an endless ocean. Then came the footsteps. Slow and steady against the floor, almost a contrast to her marching heartbeat.
"How much do they cost?" this time, the voice was behind Tenten's head.
"W-what?" her head snapped to the source of the voice.
"The drugs," the captor repeated. "How much do they cost?"
"I don't know!" she raised her voice as tension rose within her. "I don't know what you're talking about, so please, let me —"
A sharp clack near her ear took her breath away, draining the life for out of her body. She had never heard that sound in real life, but some western movies that she had watched for the past several years made her recognized what kind of sound was that.
It was the sound of a cocking gun.
"One more lie," the captor hissed. "I dare you."
Her voice cold as ice, devoid of any life and emotion, sinking Tenten's heart into the abyss of darkness. No hope. Just despair. Leaving hollowness in her chest.
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Match Made in Heaven
Fanfiction"A man who was looking for someone to love despite his trait, and a woman who was looking for someone to accept her as who she is. They finding each other felt like a match made in heaven." This series is set in an alternate universe of Tokyo Reven...
