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Chapter Two: Fear and Question

Author: Augustchick
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-28 19:33:44

Isabella’s POV

Pagkalabas ng lalaking iyon sa kwarto—oo, lalaki talaga kasi ni hindi ko pa rin alam ang pangalan niya—doon ko lang na-realize kung gaano kabigat ang nangyayari.

Tinitigan ko ang pinto. Sinarado niya ‘yon. Nakalock.

Huminga ako ng malalim. Pilit kong pinapakalma ang sarili ko pero ang totoo? Nanginginig pa rin ang tuhod ko.

“Okay… okay… think,” bulong ko sa sarili ko. “Isang araw lang ‘to. Maling tao lang ako. Pakakawalan din ako. Hindi ako si Sofia Marie whatever.”

Pero habang inuulit-ulit ko ‘yon sa isip ko, hindi ko rin mapigilang magtanong:

Sino si Sofia?

Bakit ganito kagalit yung lalaki na ‘yon nung narinig niyang hindi ako siya?

At higit sa lahat…

Sino ba siya?

Wala siyang sinabi. Walang pangalan. Walang kahit ano. Basta bigla na lang akong tinutukan ng tingin na parang kaya niyang pasabugin ang bungo ko gamit lang ang mata niya.

Kinakalagan niya pa lang ako kanina, nanginginig na ako. At nung sinabi niyang “You won’t be able to leave until I say so. Dare to escape and you’ll die,” alam kong hindi siya nagbibiro.

Seryoso siya.

At ang mas nakakabaliw?

Wala siyang emotion. As in zero. Parang robot. Pero ang presensya niya? Intense. Parang yung tipong kahit ‘di ka niya hawakan, kaya ka niyang paluhurin.

Ngayon, nandito ako sa kwartong parang mini hotel pero masyadong tahimik. Walang bintana. Walang cellphone. Walang orasan. Literal na hindi ko alam kung anong oras na.

Napatingin ako sa tray ng pagkain sa table na dinala ng isang babae kanina. Perhaps isang helper dito. Kawawa naman siya, nagtatrabaho siya para sa isang masamang tao. Steak. May rice. At may basong tubig. Muntik pa akong mapatakbo kanina nang makita ko ang tubig. Pero dahil mapride ako, kalma lang.

Hindi ko alam kung anong trip niya. Baka gusto niyang pabutihin ang loob ko? Or baka gusto lang niyang ‘di ako mamatay agad.

Pero gutom na ko.

Kahit galit ako, kahit takot ako, kahit pakiramdam ko parang sinabunutan ako ng tadhana—kumakalam ang sikmura ko.

Lumapit ako sa mesa. Umupo. Kumuha ng kutsara.

Bahala na. Gamitin ko nalang ‘tong strength ko to think straight.

Habang kumakain ako, planado na ang utak ko.

1. Kailangan kong malaman kung sino siya.

2. Kailangan kong malaman kung sino si Sofia.

3. At higit sa lahat, kailangan kong makahanap ng paraan para makalabas dito.

Wala pang limang kutsara ang naipasok ko sa bibig ko nang bumukas ang pinto. Again?!

Pumasok siya. Tahimik. Naka-itim pa rin. Matikas. Walang kwenta ang aura niya kung hindi siya terrifying.

Tumingin siya sa plato. “You ate.”

Napairap ako. “Sorry ha, hindi ako Elsa para mabuhay sa yelo. Gutom ako.”

Wala siyang reaction.

“Look, kulang yung isang basong tubig, pero hindi talaga yan ang sasabihin ko” sabi ko habang nilalapag ang kutsara, “Anyway, ano bang gusto mo? Sino ka ba? Bakit ako nandito?”

Tinitigan lang niya ako. Parang pinipili kung sasagutin ba ako o dudurugin ako sa sahig.

“You’ll stay here. Follow the rules. And you’ll be fine.”

“Rules?!” Natawa ako sa inis. “Sino ka ba? Cult leader? Mafia boss? CEO of crazy?”

Lumapit siya. Mabagal. Deliberado.

“Stop acting like this is a joke”, he said.

“Well, excuse me, I wasn’t exactly handed a rulebook the moment you kidnapped me!”

Bigla siyang tumigil sa harap ko. Mas malapit kaysa kanina. Mas threatening. Naramdaman ko ang pressure. Yung parang biglang lumiit ang kwarto.

“You speak too much. What's your name?” sabi niya.

"Wow pleasantries", ani ko.

“Don’t test me.”

“Or what? I’m already locked up. What more could you possibly do?”

He walked closer.

I froze.

Sht. Ang kapal ko. Ba’t ba ako nagyayabang?!*

He leaned forward slightly, looking down at me. “I’ve made people disappear for less. I suggest you stop pretending this is a game.”

Hindi ako nakasagot. Sa sobrang lapit niya, naamoy ko pa yung cologne niya—mamahalin. Amoy rich at delikado. Putik. Ba’t ang gwapo pa naman nito kung hindi lang siya baliw—

No. No. Focus, Isabella.

Akmang itatas niya ang kamay niya nang ilagay ko sa tapat ng mukha ko ang mga kamay ko sabay pikit, parang shield. Saka ako nagsalita. "Isabella Isabella Isabella".

Dahan dahan kong minulat ang mata ko. Nakita kong bahagya siyang nakangisi. Tumingin na lamang ako sa kisame na para bang bored. "Nice meeting you Isabella Isabella Isabella", nakangiting sabi nito. Bipolar.

Tumalikod siya muli. Pero bago siya lumabas ng kwarto, nagsalita siya uli.

“You’ll be moved to another room tomorrow. You’ll have a routine. Guards. Rules. Don’t try anything stupid.”

“Or what?” I whispered.

He glanced over his shoulder.

“Or I'll stop being kind.”

At sinara niya ang pinto. Click.

Kailangan kong makaalis dito.

At kailangan kong gawin ‘yon bago tuluyan akong mawala sa sarili ko.

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