4 parts Ongoing Mature𝑯𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑺 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫
The man sat slumped on a wooden chair, his body bound tightly with rough ropes. His torn shirt clung to his skin, stained with fresh and dried blood. His face was swollen, one eye nearly shut, his lips split and trembling.
Across from him, a woman sat eerily still. A black mask covered the lower half of her face, but her eyes-cold, calculating, and filled with unrelenting fury-spoke volumes.
The man's breath hitched as the woman stood.
Step by step, she moved closer, her boots clicking against the wooden floor.
He flinched. His entire body trembled with fear.
"P-please..." he croaked, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.
She didn't respond. Instead, she reached down, fingers curling around the handle of a sharp knife lying on a nearby table. The dim, flickering light reflected off the blade, sending a cruel shimmer into his terrified eyes.
She grabbed his wrist, her grip unyielding like steel. He struggled, his body jerking violently against the restraints, but the ropes held him down.
Without hesitation, she plunged the knife into his hand.
A bloodcurdling scream tore through the silence.
His body convulsed as searing pain shot through his nerves. He writhed in agony, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his screams echoing beyond the walls.
She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper, yet dripping with venom.
"I won't let you die so easily," she murmured. "I'll make sure you suffer... until you beg for your own death."
Tears mixed with sweat as he whimpered, his cries turning to desperate sobs.
And then-
A loud BANG! shattered the tension.
The door burst open, the wood splintering as a heavy boot crashed through it.
A tall figure strode inside, gun in hand, eyes as sharp as a blade. His presence alone was enough to shift the air in the room, like a storm rolling in.