Yoona Duke (Short Story Version)

Part: Two

My surround sounds quiet- with the exception of Dimwit's heavy breathing. I hear a creaky sound and a loud sigh from him as he loosen his grip a bit on my arm. "You're not going anywhere, young lady." He puffed out.

My body trembles. I have no clue as to where I am. It's hot and stuffy, and his clammy hands makes me feel dirty. My heart beat thrash in my eyes. Droplets of my sweat runs down my face. I have to get out of here...

As of right now, I've learned four things: 1, there are two of my captives. 2, the one with me is a duffist. 3, he is strong, and 4, if I were to escape, I would have to have to do it now.

I need to know where I am. My lips quivers. I know I can try to fool this man into letting me go. But the question is, can I succeed? Deep breaths, deep breaths. Swallow, clear your throat. I accumulate the remaining saliva and swallow hard. My throat burns. I endure it though. My stomach becomes hollow. "...Hey," the word I let out, echoes deep in my head. The sound of my voice piercing the silence drills in my ears. "H-hey, Mister, my eyes hurts," the musky air consumes my lungs. I exhale swiftly, "C-c-can I take this blindfold off?"

Dimwit's breathing paused, then readjusted itself to a calmer pattern. I listen out for any sudden movements of his. But all I hear is silence. I prepare my body for another verbal encounter. "Please," my voice cracked, "It's cutting through my eyes." -Which is not a lie. The cloth was scratching against my eyelids. "Just for a second. Please."

Dimwit grunts, "Fine. But just for one second."

My arm feels heavy as I left my free hand up to my face. Feeling for the knot of the blindfold, my fingers shooked against my head. I grasp the cloth and yanked it off.

I blink a couple times for my eyes to adjust my surrounds. I can now see.

The place was very dim. Orange dull lights only lit up the area where it shone at. Concrete pillars stood tall everywhere. Beneath my feet was cracked old concrete and straight worn out yellow paint. I look up. Crumbling concrete again. After putting much thoughts of the area, I soon realize that this was a underground parking lot.

"Alright now, that was a second. Blindfold back on now." I look down beside me. A large muscular man with a buzz cut sat on a cart. His hand was locked around my arm. This must be Dimwit. "You're second is up."

"-Wait!" I piped. I need to make my move. "Your hand," I crane my head down, and pretended to wince. "Don't you think you're doing to much here? It hurts when you squeeze me. Cut me some slack here." Dimwit bunched up his eyebrows and cocked his head. I dart my glare to him, then back to his hand, "Really, it hurts."

Dimwit awkwardly scratches the back of his head. He chewed on his lips while looking down, "Uh, I suppose I can let you go." He stands up in front of me. His body shadowed mines. The stench of his body filled my lungs. It was unbearable. He looks me dead into my eyes. He's gaze burned holes in me. "But if you try to run off, I'll be in big trouble." He releases my arm, finally. I wanted to run. This is my chance, but his stare locks my entire body still. It was a spell I couldn't break.

Dimwit takes a step back, "Ugh," he sighed. He takes his seat back on the cart. My legs fail to listen to my brain. My legs seems unattached. I remain standing, bewildered, and prettified. Dimwit raises his arm. He closes his eyes while he stretches. Now is my chance. My heart drops to my stomach. My legs sparks up. I spin on my heals and sprint off.

"Hey! Hey!" I hear Dimwit yell behind me. As I run, hot musky air fills my lungs and adrenaline rushes through my veins. Run, run, run! I quickly glance back behind me. Dimwit closely follows behind me. He's face was flushed with red and sweat rained down his forehead. His eyes danced with fury. If I were to get caught, it would all be over for me.

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