Escaping Hell Novels & Stories

"Are you sure you didn't hear anything? Did they just beat you for a week without even a word coming out from their mouth? And how did you escape from them when you're blindfolded and tied? Jacob?" He became speechless as he scratches the back of his head. "Er. Yeah! I heard nothing. They just beat me and let me starve for a week. I thought it was the end of me and that I'm gonna die without fucking you again. That would be a nightmare for me. And I managed to escape from them because of... let's just say luck. I was lucky enough to escape breathing and not hard cold body," he said. "You are telling the truth," I said. "What? Of course, I am telling the truth! Why won't you believe me?"

The journey would take over 12 hours, so it would be a proper long-haul trip. Learning from past experience, Felix told Xena to book tickets under different names. Not a single "Felix" appeared on that flight to Guneria. This precaution aimed to prevent another escape attempt by John, too. … Meanwhile, in a study at Skyward Guild, a young man knelt on the ground. "Father! Felix Zeller shows nothing but arrogance. He doesn't respect our guild at all! Are we really going to let Patrick's death slide?"

Liam’s heart raced as he followed the kidnappers' car, every fiber of his being focused on catching up. He kept his distance, his car silently gliding through the winding mountain roads, the headlights from the kidnappers’ vehicle illuminating the night. He could see Suzanne through the window, struggling against her captors, her face a mask of fear.

I NEED HELP. The words glowed against the screen, sharp with panic. Pressing **send** felt like throwing an anchor into a storm, like clinging to something solid in a sea of terror. I tossed the phone onto the bed, my body stiff with fear, ears straining against the muffled footsteps outside. Time was slipping through my fingers. I couldn’t speak. One sound, one wrong move, and I was dead.

Leaning in, I whispered to her, "It's not like it's your money. Go ahead and splurge. It's on your boss." Rhea hesitated but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation. The items she picked, though few, ended up being more expensive than everything she had selected for me combined. I said nothing throughout the checkout process. After all, Jack was the one footing the bill. I wanted him to see Rhea's greed firsthand. Once the mission was complete, I pretended to look exhausted. "Darling, I'm tired. Can we go home now?" Jack nodded with a quiet grunt, then turned to Rhea. "Ms. Carhill, you should head home early too."

I could still feel Aaron's control through the phone. But I wasn't going to stay. Not this time. I walked through the house, studying every corner. There was a guard outside, but he looked bored, careless. It was enough. I climbed down from the second-floor bedroom window, carefully lowering myself into the garden below, then hoisted myself over the low fence. The wind whipped against my face, and I almost cried out. Finally... I was free again. I ran desperately along the familiar streets. Twilight was falling, and the distant glow of the streetlights became my only guide.

Her thumb hovered over the button. Liam’s eyes widened. “Helen, don’t.” Her voice was calm, serene. “The past has to end somewhere.” I barely had time to scream before the ground beneath us exploded in light and sound. The chapel behind her erupted, fire tearing through the night sky. The force knocked us both off our feet, the heat searing my skin as I hit the ground hard. Debris rained down around us, smoke filling the air. My ears rang, my head spinning. Through the haze, I saw Helen standing amid the flames, her face illuminated in orange light.

“You don’t get rid of me that easy, Doc.” But then his expression hardened, eyes darting around. “We can’t stay here. He knows you’re inside.” “I know. He’s trying to pull us apart.” “Then we run.” She hesitated. “Run where? This isn’t real—” Before she could finish, the city around them began to glitch — buildings dissolving, colors bleeding into static. The ground cracked open, revealing a vortex of light below. Jax grabbed her hand. “That’s your exit point! You can still wake up!”

Me, walking the streets, just another face in the crowd, picking out ripe San Marzanos for the sugo. You may ask yourself, Ripley, how did you get yourself into this predicament? How did you end up in a scuzzy motel instead of the brownstone you’ve lived in your entire life? Why did you run away from a future that was so solid it could have been etched into your tombstone?