Evelyn descended the curly stairs, shifting most of her weight onto the steel railing. She breathed through her lips. Creaks mustn't be heard, lest she end up doomed. As she moved forward, her heart pounded against her chest so hard that she thought it was just a matter of time before it leaped out. When she finally reached a grey stone wall, she hid behind it and stole glances at the view ahead. The men were there, standing with their feet apart while guarding the room in the corner. They didn't realize her presence. 'What should I do?' she thought, looking at her weaponless self. She darted her dreadful eyes around. The moment her gaze fell on a metal bat left abandoned underneath the dusty steps, a glimmer of hope illuminated her expression. Crawling on her fours, she dragged her body through the dirt and stretched out her arm. The weapon was too far. She couldn't reach it, but determination fueled her. Gritting her teeth, she hauled her body forward for another time, finally h
Clover followed closely behind Evelyn as they walked up the stairs.When they came to a stop, Clover stood on tiptoes and looked past the woman in front. A ray of light fell onto her cheeks like a comforting touch to her intimidated soul as Evelyn pushed open the ceiling.That was the exit and also the entrance to the hidden basement of the mansion. Poking her head out, Evelyn scanned the room, sweeping her glance across the piles of documents, the switched-on laptop, and the watercolor paintings adorning the marble wall. No one was in sight. She crawled out and reached back into the darkness for Clover's hand."Careful," Evelyn said. Clover joined her soon after. She darted her widened eyes around and paused at the hanging grandfather clock with the pendulum swaying at the bottom. The ticks were louder than usual; she couldn't help but be distracted. As her curious mind processed the surroundings like a buffering stream, Evelyn abruptly tore the maroon curtain, sending it cascading
As fate would have it, Clover was back on the icy bed, her gaze vacant. She made no attempt to struggle or free herself, almost as if she had submitted to her destiny and abandoned all hope of leaving this place. She had been escaping since the tragic death of her parents. Yet until now, her efforts had proven futile. Exhausted and disheartened, she grew weary of everything. Jack tied Evelyn to a cross. "You lured me out for this, huh?" he hissed, sending a slap across Evelyn's face. "Who gave you the guts to go against me, slut?" "You should've seen this coming when you spilled the story. Did you really think I'd turn to you for help?" Her intense gaze remained fixed on him. "I'm tired, Jack." He smirked. "Don't you think it's a bit too late to regret things, considering all that you've done?" Jack casually walked over to the bed and sat beside Clover, tenderly stroking her from her hair down to her curves. Needless to say, he was craving for her body. Clover swallowed hard and
The wind chime gently tinkled, and there sat Kyle, staring at the huge Amethyst Geode next to the 105-inch television. Its purple hues dazzled brilliantly. He flicked his gaze around. The walls were adorned with perfectly framed certificates, newspaper articles, and magazine covers featuring the nation's lawyer for everyone to admire.His uncle was indeed very successful."Oh my my my! Look who's here!" "Uncle Jack!" Kyle stood, reaching out for a warm hug."My boy!" He laughed, tightening his arms around him. "Life's good? I heard you just had your comeback not long ago."Kyle returned him an awkward smile and didn't say anything much. "What's wrong?" Jack asked, bending down slightly to meet his nephew's lowered gaze. "Want some drink?""My friend has gone missing, and I'm really worried." He sighed, his sentence trailing off with a rise in tone as he cast a doubtful look at his uncle. "WHAT?! MISSING?" Jack freaked out. Kyle arched his brows. Was he wrong about his uncle being
"Kyle!" Clover screamed. Her face was filled with fear."Don't be scared, Clover. I'll bring you out," Kyle uttered, his eyes emanating a murderous aura as he glared at the man standing before him. "Tsk. What are you talking about? You're gonna die right here, right now," said that man. In a flash, he shuffled to the left and pinned his ankle to Kyle's, tripping him down the next second. Before Kyle had the time to react, the man swiftly seized him by the hair, unleashing a flurry of punches on his face.Clearly, Kyle wasn't his match, and in no time, his face was awash with blood.Tossing Kyle aside, the man grabbed the bat at the corner. As he dragged it across the ground, sparks danced at its edge, their eerie screeches piercing the tense atmosphere. Clover paled, watching him hold it above his head and thrust it down with all his might. "No..." She wept, shaking her head frantically. “Wait, Andrew.” A cold, familiar voice came through. As obedient as a dog, Andrew dropped the
Sirens blared, cutting through the air, as Jack and his henchmen, hands cuffed, walked out of his mansion. The evening sun descended in a blaze of warm hues, casting a mesmerizing orangy glow that bathed the city in a soft, amber radiance. Was it to celebrate their victory? Well, perhaps it was. Pausing her steps in front of the entrance, Clover tilted her head and looked up at the sky. "It's finally a bright day." "I can finally live with myself now." Upon hearing that, Clover turned around, and the first thing that caught her eye was the sight of cuffs encircling Evelyn's hands. A relieved smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "I've surrendered to the police. This is what I owe you, Clover. I don't seek your forgiveness, but I hope you won't hate my child. I can tell that he cares a lot about you," Evelyn said, darting her eyes from Clover to Kyle at the back and back to Clover again. Clover tried speaking, but words couldn
"Flight APG364 has just arrived in Atrexia, Melaindur." The same announcement came through—repeated thrice. Shivering in fear, she walked along the jet bridge with her shoulders hunched. Her eyes darted in indescribable panic as she looked at the men in black surrounding her. A helpless sigh escaped her cracked lips. Hands trembling, she fiddled with the black coat topped on her bruised, cuffed wrists. She flitted her gaze to the large glass windows, watching the flock of birds flying across the azure sky. Her sad, longing gaze was enough to say everything. She was desperate to be freed, after months of being in darkness. 'I want to go home,' she thought, on the verge of breaking down in tears. The remaining passengers of the same international flight brushed past them, leaving nothing behind but the echoes of their hurried footsteps. Though a few looked back at them, and a slight hint of suspicion certainly flashed across their faces, they did nothing more than frown. No approach
"We're running late. Only five minutes!" Someone entered the van and tapped the touch screen to turn on the air conditioning. A strong flow of cool air rushed out, filling the vehicle with a relaxing scent of lavender. He didn't notice Clover. Resting his hand on the steering wheel, he tuned the channel to one with good reception. Latest news, list of '90s songs made into the top 10, and product advertisements—none made him stop his fleshy fingers until a soothing instrumental melody reached his ears. GZ Golden Music FM. One of the few channels Clover enjoyed listening to when she was a kid, and when she still had a happy family. Similar feels; similar background music. But nothing else remained. Nostalgia washed over her soul; tears seeped in from the corners of her pearl-black eyes. The tip of her nose turned pink as she reminisced about the good times she once had... Running to her dad innocently, she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Daddy, look! It's a rose!" "Wow, th