Salvation

Levi The darkness looms over the sky, stretching endlessly above me. Stars twinkle faintly, scattered across the night like tiny diamonds. I stand in the parking lot, half-hidden by the dimness, my eyes locked on the scene folding before me. My next victim, unaware of the fate that awaits him, mingles with the guest in a hotel lobby, a pleasant smile plastered on his face as he exchanged polite words and handshakes.I wasn’t wrong when I said he was ordinary, just a business man struggling to keep the few millions he has.Each passing guest greets him, a warm smile plastered on his face, some wider than others.They see a man of influence, moving through the room with ease. But I see something else entirely— a target, a life about to be snuffed out, the thought of it sends a rush down my spine. I glanced down at his attire, the black tuxedo perfectly tailored to fit him, the fabric smooth and luxurious against his skin. The red shirt underneath feels like a deliberate choice, the v

BlueI stand in front of the mirror, my hands resting loosely by my sides. My figure staring back at me with indifference in her eyes is one I’ve seen countless times, same as tonight. The room behind me is quiet,each object in its place.The bed, with its neatly tucked sheets, sits close to the wall behind me. The dark wood of the wardrobe standing a little closer to my left. Its doors are slightly ajar, a glimpse of clothes hanging inside.To my right, my nightstand sits beside the bed, a small lamp casting a warm, golden glow across the room. The red lingerie I’m wearing hugs my body, the net material makes me feel naked underneath which I was, my stomach churns in disarray.It’s his choice, a perfect outfit for the perfect job, I can see the smirk on his face as I stare at the mirror.The delicate ribbon at the back is tied in a neat bow, two smaller bows adorn the front of my thighs, sitting perfectly atop the garters that hold up the sheer stockings. They’re small, seemingly in

BlueI open my eyes, the darkness still surrounds me: I’ve spent the entire day buried in unconsciousness, Passed out, if you could call it that. The room is silent, save for my own breathing, like it doesn’t belong to me. My chest tightens, not from fear, but from the weight of everything. Dry tears stain my cheeks, its all I can do, I don’t have the guts to tell Mike fuck you to his face. The day I do that is the day I die.My limbs feels heavy, I see the need to wash up.The death of those men cloud my memory, my lips are still sealed about that incident and I don’t intend on telling a soul about it. I am scared, scared of what he might do to me. No matter the security that Mike has, I still feel like he is watching me, he can make his move on me and no one will be able to save me.I pick up my phone from the nightstand, my fingers shaking slightly as I press the screen awake. There could be news, something about the men—maybe, just maybe, they’ve caught the culprit. I need to kno

Blue I open my eyes to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains, but my body feels heavy, sore in ways I can’t explain. A weird ache clings to my muscles. As I shift beneath the sheets, a faint memory surfaces—the bizarre dream I had last night. I was handcuffed. The thought makes me laugh quietly to myself. What a strange thing to dream.But when I try to sit up, a sharp pull in my arms sends a jolt of surprise through me. I swing my legs over the bed, attempting to stand, only to feel a sudden weight drag me down. My knees buckle, and before I know it, I’m on the floor, the echo of the fall vibrating through me.My eyes widen over the fact that it wasn’t a dream. I was naked and my hands were cuffed to the back.I glance at the clock on the wall, its ticking somehow louder in the stillness of the room. It’s already late, way past the time for breakfast. My stomach tightens as I realize what that means—a grumpy Mike, likely sitting in the living room by now, imp

LeviI sit in my car, parked just outside Mike’s mansion, the hum of the engine low, barely noticeable. In my hand, the laptop screen glows with the live feed,I know exactly what’s happening inside.She’s there, on the screen, lying in the middle of that massive bed, its silk sheets tangled around her like a trap. She stirs, slowly, her eyes fluttering open. She rolls off the bed, landing quietly on her feet, but there’s no purpose in the movement. She’s surrounded. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to go. They are locking her away like a captive, a slave who has no say in her life. Her life is pathetic, she has the least bit of freedom than anybody I have ever known. All her life is decided by someone else, controlled like a puppet in a circus to have men throw money at her and laugh at her own expense, she swallows hard and tells herself that she will make it out.Alive.In one piece.I switch to the surroundings.A man in black moves silently past the kitchen, gun in hand, eyes sharp, focu