It was dark and horrifyingly silent, nothing could he heard else than the muffled breathing of a little girl. Bee was running around to hide from someone; it was lonely and to her eyes nothing was visible than endless darkness. She tried to call out and seek help but her voice was too parched to call for help, neither was there a soul to help her out even if she managed to make a noise or two.
Her legs were cramping as her breathing fastened; her body was running out of energy and she seemed to be at the verge of collapsing. She wanted to stop and lay down but her fear and yearning to live was not allowing her to slow down.
Who was chasing her? What she was running for? She had no idea, everything that roamed in her mind was that if she slows down she would die.
Bee ran along the lonely road chasing after a source of light but the more she ran the farther the light went. Bee couldn’t run any longer and at last broke down on her knees; involuntarily she covered her tired face with her palm and started to cry.
Her sobbing intensified when she heard a voice calling for her, terrified she looked around to find no one there. Bee looked up to find the darkness growing towards her; the source of light which she was chasing was engulfed and the darkness crept towards her. Bee found herself so scared and helpless that all she could do was cry and close her eyes to avoid witnessing anything more horrid.
After a moment there was dead silence; Bee couldn’t feel anything moving or creeping around her. “Is... Is it over?” Bee slowly opened her eyes, those beautiful curled up lashes were stick wet of tears. The crawling darkness came into a halt right ahead of her; nothing else was visible. It was as if she was locked inside a box with a little bulb suspended upon her.
Bee was unable to judge what was going on around her but she could feel a really disturbing presence around her; Bee looked up and void slowly calming herself down.
“Who is it? Is... Is anyone there.” Bee stammered, asking slowly at the void.
Bee waited not for too long before she heard the noise of iron being scrapped on the floor; chills ran down her spine as he shrunk back to herself. She spoke again, asking for the identity of the person.
The scraping was stopped and she was crashed with a wall of silence. It was when a voice as creepy as old rusted chains asking, “Me?”
Bee could only nod as she was unable to spell out a word n fright. The unknown voice was mum for a period of second before spelling out an answer which doomed on Bee’s ears, “Your death...”
Before Bee could fully understand what it meant she saw a iron weapon flung on her face.
“Aaahhhhh....” Bee tore open her eyes and attempted to run but only to find herself on her knees, chained to the wall. She looked around, she was dressed in her slips and skirt, the same outfit which was worn by her before fainting. Her breathings were heavy and sweat trickled all over her face and neck; such a dreadful nightmare it was.
Bee closed her eyes and calmed herself down; nightmares weren’t anything new for her. There have been a series of episode where she would witness herself being killed; what strange about those dreams were the fact that the identity of the person was unknown and every time she would be hit on head by an iron weapon. Bee was pissed off by herself, “Such a scaredy cat I am!” Bee mumbled to herself and it was when she was trying to get up she realized that her hands were chained.
“What... Why... I...” She struggled herself to get rid of the chains which had her clutched tight. Bee was confused how she ended up here; looking around she scanned the room... or to be precise the dungeon.
The room which was not larger than 24 square feet had cemented floor; the faintly lit room had nothing much except for a washing machine and few clothes. Few steps away from her were a set of stairs which led upstairs. It didn’t take long for her to realise that she was locked in some basement.
Terrified Bee tried her best to jog her memory and recall what all happened when her senses were still alert. The memeories of that night started to flash in her memory like a movie.
Last night... After cleaning the club she walked up to the bins to dump it like everyday. That was when she met that wounded man and tried to save him. She slowly recalled everything, to the point where she was bashed to unconsciousness when she was checking on him.
Is he safe now?
Bee stsrted to worry, thinking not about herself but of the man she met last night. Is he safe and sound? Where is he now? What about her, where was she?
Bee eyed her chained arms and slowly collected herself; with all her might she started to hell for help hoping that there would be some good soul who will hear her pelas and might come to help her.
"Help... Please.... Help me! I am down here, help... Please.... Help!"
Bee screamed on top of her lungs, her energy drained off and her voice started to crack resulting for her to cough. There was no sound, it was as if the building was inhabited by none. Bee bit hars on her lower lips and looked up at the ceiling helpless.
She didn't want to die out of starvation at such a young age; she has not even driven a car yet.
Bee was mourning to herself whe. She heard the wooden door crack open and a series of footsteps descending down. Bee looked at the direction of the noise with eyes which had a bit of shimmer with a hint of fear.
Coming down from the stairs were three figures.
The first one was tall and bulky man who seemed to be in his mid twenties. He donned a leather jacked and ripped jeans. His face was partially bearded; his hairs were slightly long for a man which he had held high into half pony. In his arm was a gun which was enough to scar the hell out of Bee.
Second guy looked a bit harmless; he had an average height and wore a simple black long sleeved shirt and pants. His hairs were neatly done and upon his nose sat a spectacle. The man looked calm and collected.
The third one was a woman in biker's gear. Her hairs were pulled up into a messy bun as she walked on her boots flaunting her perfect curves. There was a little box in one and a bottle of water in her another hand.
Bee stared at the three faces as her world of fantasies started to act up. These three stood out from the crowd, they were not like normal Americans you will bump into the streets. Bee has seen many movies and she immediately recalled seeing such people in Mafia themed movies. People from the gangs were the one who had such notorious fashion.
Bee chuckled to herself; she must be over thinking... There is no way she will be taken prisoner by some gang. There is no way she is kidnapped...
Who and why will they kidnap a cute little girl like her... Right?
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Bee stared at the three for a while as they started back at her; she looked like a drenched kitten seeking for shelter. The woman let out a chuckle, turning towards her companions she said something which was understandable to Little Bee. The woman said something chuckling to herself to which the tall guy replied with affirmative response. The woman again spoke, they seemed to be arguing on something. Bee was totally sure that it must be something about her, since she couldn't understand what they were saying Bee chose to stay mum and gasped at them.While the two were busy arguing the simple man in black shirt was watching her with his hawk like eyes. Bee felt a little uncomfortable under his watchful gaze; still on her knees she tried to shift here and there uncomfortably.The two didn't stop talking until the spectacled man spoke; he just said a single word in a low tone yet it managed to calm those two restless souls.
Bee was confused whom they were talking about. Boss? She had no knowledge of any Boss...The woman confronted, “You were spotted next to our Boss last night in that abandoned park when we came for rescue. Can you explain what you were doing in there?” Bee finally understood who they were talking about; it must be the wounded guy whom she saved last night.Did they just say that he was their Boss? Does it mean he is safe and sound? Bee shook her head and asked again to confirm it for once an all, “Is... Is Ryan your Boss?As if something was fishy the woman looked at the spectacled man for a few seconds before pulling out a gun and placing it on her side neck. The nozzle was right on her skin, Bee could feel the coldness of the metal seeping through it. It took her a while to analyse what her position was and when she finally felt the gun nozzle pressing hard on her neck Bee was terrified. It was normal
Ryan's eyes broke open as he sat up straight, looking around he found himself in his bedroom. The wound was already bandaid, he was put on head. Due to being unconscious for too long his visions and memories were still blur and slowly regaining their stability.It was 14th of February, the Valentine's day when every soul out there would be cherishing their memories with their loved ones but for Ryan it was the day of utmost pain and heartbreak. It was that one day of the year when he would be the saddest; with this day approaching he would become more silent and finally would hide away from everyone. He would most probably be drunk, passed out somewhere on the street or sobbing in solitude. Sadly, it has been like this for the past three years.At the initial days everyone in his clan tried to talk to him but what he lost was something more precious than his own life, there was no word which could heal or make him feel better.Every
The man spat his vicious words with a blant emotion, his handsome face had no once of guilt or remorse. The system in which he was part worked on Jungle rule- kill or get killed! Bloodshed and violence, he was long used to it... Ryan deep down knew that if he spared their lives they will come back at him again and who knows, he was lucky that he stumbled on that girl or else he would have been killed without mercy.Ryan's face finally changed as he remembered the girl, after that night she was nowhere to be seen. What happened to her, was she alright?Without giving the pleading men another glace Ryan turned towards the door to walk away, Jack signalled for his men to carry out the Boss's orders before following closely behind.Ryan spoke, "Was there some girl when you found me?"Jack understood who he was referring to, he rubbed his nose and answered, "A girl named Bee was indeed found at the locati
Ryan's hand stopped mid air, he looked at Jack and then at the girl lying on the bed. She looked nothing like her but for a moment managed to deceive him who had her impression still afresh in his mind.Substitute? Can he ever find another one like her?Ryan always believed that there was only one her in the whole world; no one could ever replace her, atleast not the place she held in his heart. But today, not only did this prisoner stir something long lost within him but also managed to give him an illusion that it was her.The man silently recalled everything he did in that spur of moment, he took the life of two of his own men just becua5 they had I'll intentions for her. This was strange because he never cared for anyone and no one was that important for him to take away lives in anger.This was not the first time he had some woman in his custody, there were many female assassins who once tried t
Bee's eyes tore open to the blazing sun shining through the window, due to the long sleep her eyes were still sensitive and involuntarily snapped die to the rays. It was already afternoon of the next day, for a few minutes Little Bee sat upstraight on the bed trying to figure out where she was actually.Jogging her memories she realized that two men broke open the door and were harassing her, slapping and pinching her wildly. They were about to sting a syringe in her hand when a tall guy came and made them let go of her.Yes, it was him... Prince Charming!Little Bee's eyes flared open as she looked around. Neither was she curled up on the cold floor nore was she in pain. She was wearing a silk pajama and her wounds were already treated, she was cozy in that large bed which could easily accommodate two. How did she end up here, this place looked foreign!It didn't long for her to recollect everything, she was fainte
The door was slammed behind him with a loud thud which sent shiveres down Bee's spines. She flopped on her bed recalling what all he said just before getting out of the room."Forget about leaving?" What was he referring to? Did he mean that there was no way she was leaving this place? Bee's eyes flared open with confusion and agony- oh, please tell me he was kidding! Spending the rest of my life with these inhumane people who had no idea how to be nice or grateful? Hell no, there was no way she was living here for another minute.But... How was she gonna escape back home? She neither had the knowledge of route nor money to afford a fare. And moreover armed men were everywhere, she dared not to think what all can happen to her if she tried to leave, it could be fatal as she had already experienced the treatment served by these people. Little Bee couldn't start to think about how she was gonna lead the life of a prisoner in this troublesome place.
The room was engulfed in an awkward silence as the man shot her a piercing glance; Rose and Jack looked at each other, a bit perplexed to be precise. Ryan stared blankly at her trying to piece her words and make something logical for his human brain to understand. His eyes were as silent as some stream lost in the woods. While the two were getting stressed out back there this girl was casting him an angelic smile. Everyone knew that Ryan hated to be kid around with; if this idiot was to piss him the one who would be getting punished would be the two who brought her here. What they could say, the girl was ordered to be left unscratched even if she was skinning someone alive.The man calmly asked, “What are you trying to say?” Bee nodded, blushing her heart out. Whatever she said was as true as the Moon and Sun; she indeed had seen and has been seeing him in her dream for the past four years since she was in the club. Te dream was not like some usual l