Novel & Cerita Pretending To Be Blind

I start to get agitated but I start to think of all the technics Leo taught me about kidnapping. Pretend to know nothing, be believable, don’t show weakness and try to pretend I lost memory. That is usually the best way to get away on a kidnapping. Pretending I know nothing. I nod my head mentally but my stomach twists as my head hurts violently. I start hearing footsteps and I close my eyes and stand still. I try to get my breathing slow while my heart beats so fast that I think I might even have a heart attack. I hear a door open and I can see through the bottom of the blindfold some light and a pair of shoes.

“We are here,” Drake remarked, leading her into the biggest room in the mansion. Unfortunately, Luna couldn’t notice that though. “I’ll show you around,” he smiled softly, offering his hand to her. For a moment, it felt strange for him to offer a hand. ‘Does he know my weakness?’ she thought, and a series of quivers ran under her skin. She couldn’t even imagine what would happen if someone discovered that she was blind. “I’ll walk by myself. Thank you,” Luna hesitated. She really didn’t want to get caught in her act.

Straightening the wheel, I peek at him through my peripheral while wondering if he was possibly faking being blind. “How could you tell?” I ask, unable to stop my curiosity. “Have you been faking not being able to see this whole time?” Was that simply his way of getting out of certain things? I knew that he found difficult things to be annoying and absolutely hated socializing, but to go as far as faking being blind was a bit... “Just because I can’t see doesn’t mean that my sight is gone.” He responds, slowly relaxing. “What does that even mean?” I ask, stopping at a red light. “Isn’t being blind being unable to see? Are you trying to fuck with me here?”

Nadine's voice trembled with uncertainty, "how can I get ready when I can't even see? Please, show me some mercy." Kael let out a derisive laugh, devoid of any sympathy. "Mercy? Nadine, mercy is a luxury you cannot afford. You will learn to adapt, to overcome your limitations. Blindfold or not, you will do as I say." Tears streamed down Nadine's face, mixing with the blindfold that concealed her eyes. "But Kael, I don't understand. How can I possibly prepare myself if I can't even see what I'm doing? It's impossible."

He asked Keelin about her whereabouts before settling down in the living room to wait. However, what he hadn’t expected was— When Annie finally stepped inside, she acted as if she didn’t even see him, walking straight past him without a glance. “…” Finn couldn’t help himself. Pretending to be blind, he spoke up. “Annie, is that you? What are you doing?” Annie glanced at Finn indifferently. His eyes wandered, just like a blind man’s, and she felt utterly exhausted. So, he had truly grown accustomed to pretending.

“Secondly, you’re not a package. With the way we're both going to start getting involved, I need you to be able to defend yourself so you don't get killed.” She let out a humourless laugh. “I wonder how I'm going to do that.” "You see, that's your problem. You are treating your blindness like a wall and not a door.” “A door,” she repeated, her tone skeptical. “Into what, exactly?” “Into the fact that people will underestimate you. Into the parts of a room the rest of us forget to notice because our eyes are lazy.” I took a look at her profile. The morning light hit the slope of her nose, the soft curve of her mouth, the tiny scar at her hairline. “You’ve been compensating. I’m going to teach

People were calling me a plagiarist and were attacking me on every social media platform I had. Additionally, the number one trending topic was #GenuisPaintressLeahRivers. It turned out Skyler had spent a fortune to make Leah's art show a trending topic. People were singing her praises in the comments and calling her an art prodigy. I tapped on the hashtag and looked at photos of Leah's art show. Due to my blurred vision, I stared at them for a long time until my left eye became sore. That was when I saw that most of her work, including the details and inspiration, were blatant copies of my work. Yet, everyone thought she was the victim.

She even offered to help give my husband 'massages' at night. Their clothes were entangled on the ground as their undressed bodies moved under the covers. The atmosphere was steamy in bed. How were they not afraid? Well, it was only normal that they were not worried about anything because I was 'blind'. I opened my eyes in the dark. It felt so disgusting that I wanted to throw up, but I pinched myself to hold it back. They had no idea that I had just been joking when I claimed to be blind. They started to go about their filthy ways when they heard that I could not see.

I smirk, fully intending to walk away the moment they do, to find my own satisfaction without their teasing games. Blake’s laughter is a low, mocking sound. “Oh no, little birdie. That chance is long gone. Now, the only thing you’re begging for is the orgasm,” he taunts, his voice dripping with challenge. I shake my head fiercely—I refuse to beg for something they’re trying to withhold. The blindfold slips back over my eyes, and the earbud follows, trapping me in an isolating silence.

It coated every inch of my being and I found myself leaning dangerously close to him, instead of pulling away. “Why are you leaning so close to me?” He blurted and my eyes widened, immediately realizing that the hell I was doing. I jumped away from him, clearly my throat awkwardly as I lied, “I was just testing how blind you are. Apparently, not blind enough.” “Ouch!” He chuckled. “I'm not sure if that is an insult or not. I am blind in the sense that my vision is blurred out sometimes. I can see things to an extent depending on the lighting. I can see movements, colours, just the blurred version. Same with people.”