02~ 48 Hours

Freya jerked up from her sleep, glaring around the unknown environment. The room was so small and had a nasty smell, the rays of light shun through the thin window above her head. She rubbed her eyes to be sure she wasn't dreaming.

She had thought the incident of last night was a dream, but her eyes were literally telling her that it wasn't. It was her reality.

What's this place? She thought to herself. Why am I in a cell?

She stepped out from the small bed she was laying on, rushing to the door. She banged on it several times, yelling on top of her voice. "Some body, help me! Some one! Any one!"

She heard the sound of footsteps and she stopped yelling. "Please, where am I?" She asked the figure who was now standing at the other side of the door. 

"You're in a cell, Miss Bred." He said, sounding rude.

"Why am I in a cell? How did I get in here?"

"Were you expecting to wake up and see yourself laying on a king-sized bed? Well, you're remaining in here until your brother surrenders himself. And just in case you don't know, you have only 48 hours to live. While he is yet to show up, enjoy the little life you've got." He mocked before walking away.

Freya's eyes widened in fear as she tried to interpret the words with her brain. She has just 48 hours to live? This is all Olsen's fault. If he had let her be with Dento, none of this would have happened.

Tears streamed down her eyes as she fell to the ground. He had promised her the previous night that her life was in safe hands. He never told her that he was going to use her life in place of her brother's.

She never understood what it was to have a wicked brother until now. She hasn't gotten out from the pain of losing her first love, she was soon going to join him in the next life.

She ended up crying like a child, poor thing there was no one to console her. It's just her alone, stuck in a cell in the middle of nowhere. She vowed within herself never to forgive Olsen even in her next life.

And for the rest of the day, Freya was deprived from eating. It was more like no one noticed she existed. She sat on the small sized bed with a grumbling stomach. 

Even as the evening came, the weather grew cold. She wasn't putting on some thing thick enough to hold back the cold. Her teeth gnashed, her body was shivering like she was gonna get frozen any moment from now.

This was the only time she had wished night never came so fast. She knew she only had a few hours left to go, and Olsen wasn't making any attempt to surrender himself for the evil he had committed.

While she struggled with fighting the cold, some one threw a plate of bread to the ground. She rushed to pick it, devouring it like some one who hasn't eaten for days. Freya was the type of person who loves eating, staying an hour without food felt like years to her.

It wasn't up to three minutes she was done eating, yet hungry for more. But right now, that didn't seem to matter. Even while she ate on the bread, all her mind could think of was herself. How it would feel leaving the world without a single achievement. How it felt dying for some thing she was innocent of.

She was a fan of horror movies where death is like a game. But how is she to know that her life was gonna be taken like those in the horror films?

Her eyes were soaked with tears, too sour to get driven by sleep. She just wants to remain in her soliloquized mood, she just wants to feel what it means to be betrayed by a brother who was every thing to her.

She remained in the cell throughout the night and the following day. Her eyes were opened even as the morning sun rose from its nest, blessing the day with its beauty. 

"Just a few hours left, Freya." She kept reminding herself over and over again in each passing minute. "Don't get too surprised, Olsen isn't coming to save you."

When night came again, Freya's heartbeat increased. She only had a few hours to go. And it wasn't forty eight hours yet, Vincenzo ordered the guards to bring her. Nothing made Freya more scared than the loud footsteps which matched towards her cell.

She looked above her head, staring at the sky. The cloud wasn't gone yet, and the sky was a bit bright. It's probably a few minutes past seven. But why have they come to take her so soon?

The door opened and two men walked in. "No. No. Don't take me. I beg you, don't take me."

"Shut the fuck up." One of the men yelled at her.

"Please. Please, don't…" They dragged her out of the cell. She struggled to let go but their grip was so strong for her struggles. "Let me go! Let me go!"

They took her to a room, throwing her to the ground. The room was dark, and there was no single light to see. The next thing she knew, they had shut the door. She rushed to open it, but they had locked it from the outside.

"Open the door! Open the damn door! Some one please open the door." She cried.

"No one is opening the door." She heard a not-so-familiar voice say from the back. Some one was with her.

The lights were turned on, giving Freya the chance to see the figure who was sitting on a well designed wooden chair which was just beside the lamp which had illuminated the room, and there were two guards standing behind him.

Not able to identify the figure, she asked. "Who are you?" She asked,

"That isn't the question you should be asking, Miss Bred. You should be counting your seconds because you only have a few minutes to live."

"I already told you, I don't know any thing about that night." She said, sounding mean.

"I never said I doubted you."

"Then why are you doing this to me? Why are you hurting me?"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I just changed my mind."