Matters Of The Heart

𝟖. 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬.

𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘺𝘢:

I pleaded with them to release me, but they ignored my desperate cries. For over an hour, I've been forced to sit in this wooden chair, my hands bound by a coarse rope that chafes against my skin. The discomfort is nothing compared to the fear that grips my heart, as I wonder what they plan to do with me next.

❝ Please, have mercy ❞ I begged, my voice shaking with fear.

The man standing before me sneered, his eyes glinting with cruelty.
❝ Mercy? You don't deserve mercy, ❞ he spat, pressing the gun harder into my neck.

I gasped, struggling to breathe.
❝ Please, just let me go. ❞

The other man chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. ❝ Oh, we're not going to let you go that easily. Your hero will come for you, won't he? ❞ He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. ❝ And when he does, we'll be ready. ❞

I tried to speak, but my voice was barely a whisper. ❝ W-what do you want? ❞

The first man laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. ❝ We want to see how far your hero will go to save you. And how much he's willing to sacrifice.❞

I felt a chill run down my spine as they exchanged a look, their eyes gleaming with a sinister intent.

As I cowered, a hand shot out from behind me, delivering a stinging slap that sent shockwaves through my entire body. Tears sprang to my eyes as I reeled from the pain. The man who had struck me loomed over me, his smile twisted and cruel. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin, and I recoiled in disgust.

His gaze roamed my body, lingering on my chest in a way that made my skin crawl. I felt a tear escape my eye as I whispered a desperate prayer, ❝ Ya Allah, please help me. ❞

The man's hair fell across his forehead, partially concealing his eyes, which burned with a lustful intensity. His face was solemn, but his voice was low and menacing as he whispered, ❝ Oh, sweetheart, you're too exquisite for him. I crave a night with you, but I dare not touch you, for your so-called boyfriend would kill me for even daring to lay a hand on you.❞

As he reclined into the worn wooden chair before me, I summoned the courage to speak, my voice laced with confusion and fear. ❝ Boyfriend? ❞I asked, the word trembling on my lips.

He turned his gaze back to me, his eyes flashing with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. ❝ Don't play dumb,❞ he sneered, his voice like a slap in the face. ❝ We know all about your precious Professor Zayyan Hussain Malik. ❞

Hearing Zayyan's name was like a punch to the gut. Terror seized my face, my heart racing with dread as the truth dawned on me - they had kidnapped me because of him. The tears streaming down my face seemed to burn with a newfound intensity, as if fueled by fear and desperation.

❝ Please, what have I done to you? Let me go, I beg of you,❞ I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation.

He let out a deep, menacing chuckle, his eyes glinting with amusement. ❝ You're misunderstanding, sweetheart. You're here because of your boyfriend. We all know how much he loves you,❞ he sneered, toying with his gun.

I shook my head, in denial and fear coursing through me. ❝ No, that's not true! Zayyan doesn't love me. Please, let me go,❞ I whispered, my voice barely audible, my strength dwindling.

Just as he was about to respond, a call pierced the air, making him glance at the ID. Suddenly, fear flashed across his face, his eyes widening in alarm. The change in his demeanor was palpable, and I sensed a glimmer of hope.