ELECTRIC CHAIR

PROLOGUE

The glamorous façade that had started the day was long gone, replaced by a woman in despair. Streams of dark mascara streaked Vanessa’s tear-streaked face, the remnants of her once-imposing image now a mask of fear. Her heart pounded so violently it felt as if it might leap from her chest and escape. Crouched in the corner of the abandoned factory, the stark reality of her helplessness hit her like a sledgehammer. The factory’s oppressive silence was punctuated only by the distant drip of water and the groan of rusted metal, echoing her desolation.

Once a formidable figure commanding respect and fear, Vanessa was now a mere puppet, controlled by the looming shadow of her pursuer. The cat-and-mouse game had turned her into a trembling wreck, and the realization that no one would come to save her weighed heavily on her soul. She was done with the endless chase and had resigned herself to a grim fate—freedom through death.

Suddenly, the silence shattered with the sharp, rhythmic echo of approaching footsteps and a haunting, familiar whistle. Each ‘click’ of his shoes against the concrete floor seemed to reverberate through her chest, amplifying her dread. Vanessa's grip tightened around the cold metal of the gun, her hands slick with sweat as she braced herself for the inevitable.

The factory, with its crumbling walls and shattered windows, seemed to close in on her. The acrid smell of rust and decay filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of her own fear. Vanessa’s mind raced through a fog of desperation and resignation, her final thoughts flashing like a movie reel—her lost opportunities, her regretful decisions, and a fleeting wish for a different outcome .

With a final, shuddering breath, she stepped out from behind the wall, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and resolve. The footsteps grew louder, closer, each ‘click’ a drumbeat of her impending fate. Her vision blurred with tears, but she forced herself to focus on the shadowy figure approaching through the gloom.

In one last desperate act, she raised the gun and pulled the trigger. The deafening BOOM echoed through the factory, a final, dramatic punctuation to her tragic end.

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A/N: Hey everyone! It's nice to be back writing, but before I move on with this story. This is going to be updated slowly because I'm busy outside of Wattpad. I'll be like working crazy before I go back to school. So bare with me, please. Also, please take the disclaimer seriously because there are going to be uncomfortable/ adult themes in this story. So read with caution. Thank you!