The next morning, I woke up, stretching myself in bed. I felt, not just refreshed, but also happy. Like, overly happy.Thinking back to last night, my cheeks turned red and I had to cover my face with the duvet out of embarrassment.We had sex and fell asleep together in my bed. Oh my gosh. I can't believe that happened.After getting myself together, I reached out my hand to the other side of the bed, but my fingers brushed against cool, empty sheets. Confusion swept over me as I sat up, searching the room for any sign of Keith. Did he leave at night or just this morning?I looked at the clock on the wall and panicked. Of course, he left for work without me! I'm late for work.I rushed out of bed and quickly had my bath and got dressed. With my handbag practically flying in my hand, I rushed down the stairs but God knows I can't go to work on an empty stomach.Hearing my tummy rumble, I made a turn from the front door to the kitchen, praying that the cook had already prepared someth
"Why the fuck did you do that?!" she screamed and people's heads turned towards us. Noticing this, she quickly sat back down and lowered her head, "what do you want? If it's nothing concerning work then fuck off." she said, her voice lowered.Sarah's outburst caught me off guard, but her black eye was even more unsettling. I couldn't just ignore it, especially considering the tension in the office lately."Sarah, I'm sorry for startling you, but I'm genuinely concerned about you. That bruise looks painful. Please, tell me what happened. You don't deserve to be treated like this." My voice was soft, trying to convey both empathy and concern.It felt strange that I, of all people, was concerned about the same woman I sought to get revenge after."Oh please. As if you of all people would care about me getting harmed," Sarah scoffed, "I'm trying to work here so please buzz off." I watched her face even more closely as she spoke. It wasn't just a black eye that she got. Underneath Sarah
12 hours later... I woke up feeling an aching pain at the back of my head and when I opened my eyes, it was nothing but darkness. There was a sack over my head but no matter how hard I tried to shake it off, it wouldn't come off. The fact that my arms and legs were tied up proved that I had been kidnapped, as I recalled what happened last before everywhere went dark. "Hey! Who's there?! Help!" I screamed, knowing at the back of my mind that it was pointless. "It looks like she has finally woken up." the excited voice of a man echoed in my ears as I turned my head frantically as if it would help me see. I felt someone grab my arm but I struggled against the grip. "A feisty one, isn't she?" a different voice sounded, "go get the boss." As I sat there, my heart beating frantically, I heard footsteps and then a halt of those footsteps. The sack over my head was yanked off and I had my eyes shut tightly as my heart raced even faster. Slowly, I opened my eyes, the sand-covered gro
BACK TO JENNA'S POV"So it's you who is responsible for keeping me in here, Raphael?!" I screamed, "Untie me! I have no time for this!"As I struggled against the bindings, Raphael chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement. "Oh, Jenna, you always were a spirited one. But I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere until I've gotten what I wanted."I glared at him, fury burning in my eyes. "Let me go, Raphael. This is madness."He simply shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Not until you understand the gravity of the situation." he said, "You are yet to experience true madness, my love and I am going to show you just how much you mean to me.""By kidnapping me?!" I questioned with a shout.Raphael laughed, "even better. I won't just kidnap you, we will be getting married soon. We will have our happily ever after.""I'd rather pick a bear over you." I retorted."Logically, you wouldn't dare try it." Raphael smirked, "why would you rather die? You belong to me. It's destiny. And si
"You- You're lying." I gave a nervous chuckle, "you were only nine or ten years old. A- A child is not capable of such a thing.""Well, I was a child then. But I was also a patient from the psychiatric ward." Raphael said, watching my reaction while he towered over me.***WRITER'S POV***TWELVE YEARS AGO...In the sterile corridor of a psychiatric ward, lined with closed doors. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting an eerie glow. Suddenly, the sound of running footsteps echoes down the hallway. That was Raphael, a nine-year-old boy, his hospital gown billowing behind him as he sprinted towards freedom."I have to get out of here," Raphael said, breathless and eyes wide with exhilaration.He heard footsteps and almost panicked, "I thought no one was supposed to be out this late?" he thought to himself.Raphael darted around a corner, finding himself in a deserted reception area. He spotted an open window and rushed towards it, his heart pounding in his chest. With a surge of
I huddled in the corner, tears streaming down my face and my heart racing with nothing but fear since the conversation I had with Raphael.Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps pierced through the silence, sending a chill down my spine. Two menacing figures barged in, their eyes gleaming with malice as they advanced towards me."She's beautiful isn't she?" one of them said."I think she'll look even more hot in a hopeless state." the second responded while I shifted back from them.The first laughed, "The mere watching her struggle turns me on, man. I'll have to go first." the first said."No way. This was my idea so I will go first. Just in case the boss interrupts before another round." the second argued.My eyes widened in fear the moment I understood what those men were discussing and my heartbeat became painful.No. This can't be happening. Not to me. I was just about to scream but the first man noticed and stopped me in time, placing his hand tightly over my mouth."There
Raphael slapped me again, this time, even harder.He squatted down to my level and took hold of my arm, pulling me sharply towards himself as his grip tightened on my arm, "I'll do that too and you'll tell me who's better! Father or son!" he yelled, setting off all the alarms in my body.I winced as he handled me roughly, my heart racing with fear as I screamed at the top of my lungs. I tried my best to push him away, but his strength was overpowering. With a forceful gesture, he pushed me down, my back hitting against the floor as he forced my legs open, his intentions clear.Just as Raphael was about to proceed by pulling down my panties, the door swung open, and a figure stepped into the room, only to quickly avert their gaze. Raphael's eyes flashed with fury as he barked, "What is it?! How dare you walk in here?!"The intruder stammered, his eyes still averted, "Sir, there are some people around this area. And I think the police might be among them."Raphael's jaw clenched, his
KEITH POV I paced back and forth in my office, my face contorted with rage and fear while I remained on the phone with the head of the police department. "You call this an investigation?! My wife has been missing since yesterday, and you have NOTHING to show for it!" I shouted into the phone, grabbing another pen and breaking it in half to prevent myself from smashing my phone. "Mr. Keith, we're doing everything we can. But without any leads..." he tried to reason but all I heard was trash being spat out. "Leads?! Isn't that your job to find them?! My wife didn't just vanish into thin air! My son has her and if you let me get there first!..." I smashed my fist into my desk, leaving a hole in the middle as I withdrew my fist. .Every time! Every fucking time I called, it was the same pathetic excuse from the police. Useless bastards! "You're supposed to protect the citizens of this city, and you can't even find one woman?!" I raised my voice even more as my anger reached a bursting