Colorblind [Jun Mafia ~ Soulmate Au]

Chapter 3

Something Ara was absolutely terrified of was the dark, and that is exactly what Ara woke up to. That was something she never wanted to experience. That, and waking to the smell of blood and raw meat. She scrunched up her nose and went to cover it with her hand,but the metal binding her wrists stopped her from doing so. The darkness prevented her from seeing anything, but she was positive that they were handcuffs and she knew they were latched on to the metal chair that she was sitting in.

The darkness was suffocating, and the silence was even worse.. Her breathing started to speed up. She couldn't evaluate the room at all, and she was disgusted and horrified to find where the smell was coming from. There was nothing she could do, though. She was handcuffed to a chair, what could she even try?

So she tried screaming. No words, she just screamed as loud as she could, straining her vocal chords. As she screamed, she began to cry. It was overwhelming to be in the darkness of a room and not knowing anything.

Suddenly she heard footsteps nearing the door and silenced herself. A door began to open, and she let out a whimper at the figure behind it, not in relief, but in fear. A man walked towards her, and he was towering in height, having to be at least a half a foot taller than her when she was standing. He reached over to the wall to switch on the lights, and the whole room lit up.

Ara immediately looked around, and the floor was stained dark with what she assumed was blood. The walls were covered with dirt and filth, and she cringed at the sight. Others had obviously been tortured here, and she knew that she would soon be tortured too. Suddenly she wished that she could be back in the darkness.

As the man slammed the door behind him, she cowered away from him. His skin was a dark melanin color, and his eyes were thin, and covered by jet black hair draping over them. As he walked closer, she became more scared. And she had reason to be, as he pulled out a handgun from the waistband of his clothes. 

"Where is your father?" he asked her as he cocked the gun. She let out a cry as he pointed the gun right at her face.

"I-I don't know!" she cried, and she really didn't know. When she left for work that morning, he was where he always was, sleeping on the couch.

"Don't lie!" the angularly-featured man spat.

"He's probably back at the house like he always is." She let out another cry. The man furrowed his eyebrows.

"He's not!" he concluded. "We've been watching his house for days!"

"Days?" Ara cried. She had been out for a few days? She had been missing for that long. She had been unconscious for that long. The man pressed the barrel of the gun against her head. "I don't know where he is!"

"You're lying!" He screamed, grabbing her jaw with his other hand. He pushed her hand back and roughly stuck the gun inside her jaw. "Where is he! I'll fucking kill you!"

"I don't know!" Ara cried out. "The last time I saw him, he was passed out on the couch like always. Please," Ara pleaded. He was going kill her. She couldn't stop shaking.

The man slammed the butt of the gun into her forehead and knocked her out, so that she would find the same darkness she is scared of once again.

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Ara slowly opened her eyes, and everything looked wrong. It just looked off. Is this color? Ara thought. No it couldn't be color. Who, in this hellhole, could be her soulmate? She sat up.

"I think there is something really wrong with my head," she mumbled. She rubbed the area on her head where she remembered being hit before she was knocked out.