EMILYIt’s been days.No food. No water. No sunlight. Just this cold, damp room and the sound of my own breathing.Honestly, I don’t even know how I’m still alive. My body should have shut down by now. But somehow, I keep waking up. Maybe it’s the pain. Maybe it’s something else.If this is what life feels like with these people, I wonder what it would’ve been like if I had ended up in Matteo’s hands. Maybe worse… maybe not. Who knows?I didn’t regret anything. Not yet, at least. I just… I wished I was more prepared. More alert. I didn’t see the attack coming. They were waiting. Watching. Waiting for the perfect moment to grab me.And now I’m here.I’m not scared of dying. I’ve seen death too many times to fear it. But what hurts is that I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. Not to Stephanie. Not to anyone.I must’ve drifted off. My eyes closed, and for once, there was silence.Then... SPLASH!A whole bucket of cold water hit my face, waking me up with a gasp. I choked, my eyes wide
EMILYI didn’t respond. I just stared at him.He smiled like I had amused him. “You’ve caused quite a stir these past few months. Digging into things you shouldn’t. Asking questions no one wants answered.”“Is this Matteo’s idea?” I asked, my voice dry and raspy.The man tilted his head slightly. “Matteo? You still think he’s the one pulling the strings?”He chuckled, rising to his feet. “No, no. Matteo is just another piece on the board. A smart piece, but still... not the king.”I frowned. The pieces weren’t adding up the way I thought they would. If this wasn’t Matteo’s doing, then who was behind this?He walked slowly around me, with his hands behind his back like a professor giving a lecture.“You see, Miss Thompson, people like you are dangerous. Not because of your badge, or your gun – but because you ask why. You don’t let things go. That’s what makes you a problem.”I swallowed hard. “Then why am I still alive?”He stopped walking.“Because we’re curious,” he said simply. “We
EMILY It hadn’t even been two full days, but I needed to get myself ready. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too. Every part of me had to be prepared. Deep inside, I knew what was coming would be bigger than anything I had faced as a detective. And truthfully, I wasn’t ready for it.I had spent the last few hours with Stephanie. We went out, played games, laughed. I made sure she had the best time of her life. I wanted to freeze those moments, because there was this fear sitting in my chest. What if this was the last time we’d be together?Chief Ramos had called me a few minutes earlier to check in.“How are you holding up?” he asked through the phone.I shrugged like he could see me. “I’m coping, I guess,” I replied quietly. I looked at Stephanie sitting beside me, carefully licking her ice cream, completely unaware of the storm inside me.“You don’t sound ready,” Chief Ramos said after a short pause.I sighed. He was right,I didn’t feel ready. “I don’t have a choice
MATTEOIt had been a long time since I first heard about that detective. Emily... or whatever her name really is. I’ve been waiting. Waiting for the day she’d fall to her knees before me.She thinks she’s strong. Brave. Untouchable. A woman like her, going around chasing ghosts and monsters, thinking she can outsmart men like me?"Tch." She has no idea what she’s dealing with.People like her always show up, thinking they’ve seen everything, done everything. Talking smart. Acting bold. But when they finally meet me, they break. Always.I’ve handled men tougher than her. People with power, experience, and pride. They all fall. And she… she’s just a woman with a badge.But the last time I saw her photo, I paused.I hate to admit it, but she’s beautiful.Dark hair. Brown eyes. That face, it was the kind that made men hesitate. But I won’t. I don’t care if she’s pretty. That’s not going to change anything.In fact, those are the ones who fight harder. The ones who don’t just want to win,
EMILY As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I noticed something was off.The hallway was too quiet. People weren’t at their desks. No one was typing or answering calls. Instead, a small crowd had gathered near the break room, their eyes locked on the TV mounted on the wall.I felt my stomach twist.Something was wrong.I walked toward them, weaving through the crowd until I could see the screen. It didn’t take long to understand what was happening.It was a live news broadcast… and there he was – Detective Kent, tied up and gagged, along with his entire team. There were about six of them, all on their knees in some dark basement-looking place. A few of them had blood on their faces. Kent looked straight into the camera, and I could see the fear in his eyes.“What the hell…” I whispered.Everyone went silent when a masked man stepped into the frame. His face was completely covered in black hoodie, gloves, no skin showing. He stood tall, his voice calm but chilling.“This message i
EMILY I had just finished getting dressed and was heading to join Stephanie at the table for breakfast. It was another typical day, same routine – wake up, get Steph ready, drive her to school, go to work, then later Gina picks her up. By the time it’s past eight, I drive over to Gina’s place to bring her home.As I stepped out of my room, I heard Stephanie call out to me from the living room.“Aunty Emi! Come take a look. There’s a new case on the news!”I didn’t rush. I figured it was probably just another report Stephanie found exciting. What could a child know about real, bloody cases? But the moment I walked into the sitting room, my steps froze.There it was. Flashing across the screen.Six headless bodies; gruesome, bloody, lifeless. The news anchor called it a mass decapitation. Two victims had survived but were in critical condition. Paramedics were shown lifting the bodies into black bags while the survivors were rushed to the hospital.I felt my stomach turn, and my appeti