Third Person’s POVInside the ambulance, a sense of claustrophobia always lingers. The confined space is filled with activity, from the paramedics tending to Maxine's wound to the police officer urgently demanding that she survive.Despite the chaos around her, Maxine remains calm, feeling the chill of the ambulance seeping into her body. As time ticks by, the pain in her wound subsides, leaving her with goosebumps and a pallid complexion. Her eyes grow heavy, her breaths shallow, amidst the cacophony of urgent voices.“It is Code 3. Code 3!”A life threatening emergency code 3, her faint vital signs and sirens rang on her ears.‘Ahhhh, I am going to die,’ Maxine realized, and by the time she did, she could not stop the grin spread on her bloody lips.They say time is like a tissue. With every minute that passes before treatment, more body parts that should be pink will turn white or blue, and white or blue equals to dead. Maxine could feel that in any moment she can be at Code 4, the
Agatha’s POVAs I stared at the termination contract, the goal I had set for myself to escape slavery suddenly felt within reach.Brett explained, "This contract means you're free from working for me."I glanced at Brett, noticing his tired and puffy eyes. I wondered if he had been crying all night.The reason Brett had asked me to seduce Lanceil Grim was to uncover the truth behind his sister's death by investigating the Grim family.And now, the mystery was finally solved. Olive, Lanceil's former wife, had died after discovering a secret place beneath the mansion where she saw Mrs. Susan Grim, who was supposed to be dead. Ian Grim had killed his daughter-in-law to keep the truth hidden.The crumpled paper in my hands brought back memories of all the terrible things he had done. Not only did he hide his wife, but he also caused the deaths of hundreds of people on that plane, stole a corpse, killed Olive, my dad, and ultimately, murdered Mikhail.He was sentenced to death by the court
Third Person’s POVIn the afternoon, Vincent made his way to the prison to visit his father. Without any visible emotion, he entered the visiting room and took a seat.He slowly raised his head and saw his father sitting across from him, his wrists bound by handcuffs. Between them stood a rectangular glass door with small holes in the center and a larger hole at the bottom, allowing for hand placement.His father, who had always carried an air of arrogance and elegance, now appeared weathered by the sun. Dark circles lingered beneath his eyes, and his lips were dry and cracked, as if he hadn't tasted water in days. It seemed as though he had aged rapidly.As Vincent gazed at his father in this state, he felt nothing. There was no emotional response to seeing the old man before him."I thought I would be left alone until the end," Ian remarked.Vincent kept his slanted eyes cast downward."But it seems you, out of all my sons, cared for your parent the most. If only I had known, I woul
Agatha’s POVIt's been a whole month since everything went down. Today, I hung out with my friend, Sebastian."Agatha," he said in a serious tone. "Are you really sure about your decision?""Hmmm?""That," he murmured."Ahhh," I nodded, understanding what he was referring to. "Yes, I'm pretty sure."I saw him nod his head before he kicked a small rock that was lying in the middle of the road."Hmmm," he whispered.I looked up and saw the inviting blue sky, urging me to have some more fun today."There are so many bad memories in this place," I said. "So it's better for me to leave."Exactly.Even though I'm gazing at this beautiful sky above me, the horrifying scenes keep replaying in my mind over and over again. Sleeping at night is the worst, as nightmares never fail to haunt me. It's hard to breathe and even harder to cry when my tears have run dry.The only solution I can think of is to go somewhere else.Will it help me forget my past?Maybe yes, maybe not. Who knows if I don’t t
Third Person’s POVBrett had spent the entire day cleaning his younger sister's room. Now that the whole Olive mystery was finally solved and he was free from its clutches, he felt a sense of relief. He neatly packed all of his sister's belongings into boxes and stored them in the cabinet. The only thing he left out was the picture frame of him and Olive.Exhausted from the day's cleaning, Brett lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling."Man, that was exhausting," he grumbled, pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead.As he turned his head, his gaze fell upon the picture frame on the table. Sitting up, he leaned against the headboard."So, is this really the end?" he pondered.He had brought justice to his family's tragedy and Ian Grim had been punished. He no longer needed to keep Agatha by his side since their slave contract had ended. Soon, Agatha would be going to Argentina.It felt like the climax had passed and a happy ending was on its way."A happy ending," Brett thou
It was a sunny day.I stood in front of my father’s grave with swollen eyes. The burial had just ended, and all the mourners left me alone in the lonely graveyard. While looking at the epitaph on the gravestone where my father’s name was carved, my phone vibrated. I shoved my hand inside my pocket and checked the message I received from an unknown number. [“You must pay your father’s debt, Miss Agatha Samson. The debt is $2.5 million. Today is the due date. If you don’t pay it by 4 pm, I have no choice but to use force ^^.”] $2.5 million. Hah! I just graduated from college and haven’t passed the bar exam yet. My dad was arrested for tax evasion and lost the right to own the company. Then, he died in a car accident, leaving me with $2.5 million in debt! THERE’S NO WAY I CAN PAY FOR THAT! “I need to escape.” I put my cell phone back in my pocket and looked at my father’s grave for the last time. “I never blamed you, Dad,” I mumbled. “Until the end, I know that you are innocent.
My flee was a failure. The loan shark caught me. To be precise, they kidnapped me out of force. And no one in the world cares, even if I went missing all night. They covered my eyes with a blindfold as they took me somewhere. I couldn’t ask where because they put duct tape on my mouth. ‘So, this is how I’m gonna die?’ I heard that illegal lenders used force and violence to scare the debtors. Will they bring me to the cliff's edge and kill me with a gun? [“I don’t care if you don’t have money. Because I know a way you can pay me back. Use your body.”]When I recalled the boss’s words, every hair on my skin stood up. I knew he had no plan of killing me. No businessman would like to kill his goods. And yes, I am the goods. Waiting for what will going to happen, I clenched my fists above my lap and listened carefully to my surroundings. ‘The car stopped.’ “Get out!” Followed by a loud voice; a firm grip pulled my arm and dragged me out of the car. I couldn’t see where I’d go, so
Brett Holmes bought me as his slave for $5 million. As a slave, I thought I had to stay in a room and live a hellish life under the hands of the crazy man who bought me. But I was brought into a huge, pretty mansion with multiple rooms and polite maids. I bathed in a bathtub with roses, and the maid gave me decent clothes. I ate steak for dinner, and while waiting for my master, I watched movies on Netflix. ‘Is this how slaves live?’ It made me feel like I came back to the past when I was pampered as the daughter of a rich man. ‘No. Don’t expect too much. That guy only looks decent on the outside. But he’s twisted.’Waiting inside a room, I looked outside the window. There are guards everywhere, so escaping isn’t a choice. If I call the police and tell them I was kidnapped and sold illegally, the loan shark boss will kill me, right?As I tried to keep my sanity checked while waiting, I noticed that the only people living there were the owner, the maids, and the guards. ‘Is h