The sound of screaming.
That's what makes my body subconsciously react by closing all the tabs as quickly as humanly possible and running back to the spot he left me in. I knew time wasn't my enemy. I was well aware it would take him a while to reach this room, considering that was his destination.
I lean my back against the wall, bringing my knees up to my chest and sniffling slightly as a result of sleeping with my hair still wet. I instantly acknowledge him entering the house, the now clearer sound of partially muffled screaming vibrating through the cold walls of the building.
They weren't screams of pain, but rather of horror. They were high-pitched and broken here and there, sending cold shivers down my spine as they were inching closer. I could hear him as well, shooting stern, annoyed statements at her that I couldn't quite make out, completing a disturbing symphony of pure terror.
'Will you shut the fuck up already?' is the first and only sentence I caught, loudly dominating over the unceasing shouting and crying. That reduced her to silence. Momentarily, at least, since seconds after, uncontrollable sobbing could be heard more clearly, revealing that they are right under the attic scuttle.
'Don't move.' my ears catch his low voice, that also seemed to be slightly muffled by something unknown to me yet.
The metallic rattle of the ladder rings in my head, increasing my morbid anticipation and tightening the uncomfortable knot in my stomach. The loud thud of the scuttle door being pushed open and hitting the floor, makes a massive amount of dust particles dance around the active area. Despite that, I could still catch a glimpse of his veiny hand and slender fingers for half a second before disappearing back down.
The previous image is quickly erased from my vision as it is replaced with the sight of ruffled blonde hair. A skinny sillouethe shakily makes its way up the ladder, revealing more and more of the previously unseen person.
My body is strangely incapable of doing anything but staring. She's pretty. Not the 'supermodel with perfect skin, plump lips, tiny nose' beautiful. But she exuded this natural, child-like beauty, despite seeming to be in her early thirties.
Her hair didn't look bleached, so it must've been her natural colour; her skin wore a healthy tan, accentuated around her nose, as if she'd spent too much time under the burning sun. But it suit her. Her eyes - although visibly red from crying- were a clear shade of green that I could make out even from rather far away and without direct eye contact. They were framed by blonde-ish, long eyelashes that adhered together from the tears.
But what caught my attention wasn't her appearance as much as it was the expression she had plastered on her face. A deer in front of a car's headlights. That's precisely what she looked like - lost, scared. The moment her eyes caught mine, it felt like something broke inside her as her body was suddenly taken over by uncontrollable crying and trembling. My vision blurred slightly with incipient tears, still unable to escape the motionless state I was trapped in.
'I brought you company in case you were feeling lonely, princess. I'm so considerate, aren't I? You're welcome.' a low voice from behind the woman makes her jump in fear and abruptly stop crying, as she took a few steps away from him.
His face comes into view as I notice the lower half of it covered in a black mask, accompanied by a black cap, thus leaving only his dark eyes in sight. That, however, was enough to tell he had a smug smirk plastered on his face.
'Who is she? And why is she here? What did you do to her?!' my initial attempt at maintaining a calm tone slowly dissipated into a crescendo of anger with every new question.
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Kidnap Me ║M.Y.G
Fanfiction❝Good girl. You actually listened.❞ he smirks, displaying a slightly surprised expression. ❝Why wouldn't I? This is fun.❞ I state amused, making him freeze on the spot. ❝Fun? Did you seriously just say being kidnapped is.. fun? What the hell is wron...