A sharp ache spread along her thigh, pulsing, tightening every time she tried to breathe. It wasn't a clean cut. It was deep, like it was burning.
She watches, lightning split the sky outside, flashing through the cracks in the warehouse walls. For a second, everything lit up, chains on the floor, rusted, blood stains dried into them. Then darkness again.
Her breath came out uneven, too loud in the silence. The pain wasn't just the wound. It was them.
Every shadow felt wrong, like one of those men was there, just out of sight, watching, waiting. The worse, they weren't loud, they didn't shout, guess they didn't need to.
Every time she closes her eyes, she remembered their hands. The way they didn't hesitate. There's no one to stopped them. And the other girls, taken right before her eyes, one by one. Gone. She won't lie anymore, she is scared. She squeezed her eyes shut, but it didn't help. The screams were still there, stuck in her head. She tried to move, to push herself up, but her body didn't respond. Too weak , Exhausted and sore.
Even if she ran, how far she can make it. She lay on the cold floor, barely able to keep her eyes open. Everything felt too heavy. Her body didn't want to move anymore.
Her hair had fallen across her face, covering half of it, but she didn't even try to push it away.
Fear crawled over her skin, almost burning. Footsteps. Slow, measured. The hard click of boots coming closer. She forced her arm to move, fingers brushing against cold chains, a weak attempt to grab something, anything. Too late. The sound of the lock turning made her throat tighten. "Stay still, Pretend. Avyra." it echoed inside her head, enough to keep her from reacting.
The door opened with a sharp clang. She didn't move. Footsteps again, even closer now. Then someone was there.
She smelled it first. Gunpowder, faint but enough. her chest tighten. Something in him felt off. He's too close. She felt, His fingers wrapped around her wrist, firm, checking her pulse. She almost reacted. Almost, Before she could stop herself, her breath hitched as he lifted her, effortless, like she weighed nothing. Her body tensed in his hold, every nerve on edge.
Rain hit her skin as he stepped outside. Cold and sharp. It stung where her thigh was cut. And his hands were ice against her skin, too cold for someone alive, yet it was the first touch that wasn't rough since she got here. For a second, she almost forgot she was still in danger.
What if he kills her? The thought hit fast. Then worse ones followed.
He carried her without a word. The air felt much different now. Not like the warehouse. It's much Quieter.
He set her down on something soft, a bed. Her body almost gave in, but she forced herself still, eyes shut. She could hear him moving nearby, searching for something.
Then a sharp sting. She jerked slightly. Cotton pressed against her thigh, dabbing carefully, cleaning the blood. It burnt. Again. And again. But she can't react, not yet.
She bit down on her breath. Why was he doing this? What's his intention? It crossed her thoughts.
She opened her eyes just enough to look. He was right there, on one knee beside the bed. His hair fell over his eyes. She noticed his white shirt was covered in blood, cuts across it. And he was breathing heavily.
For a second, he looked worse than her. But this was her chance. She moved slowly, reaching for the vase on the nightstand and just grabbed it. She didn't think. She hit him. A dull crack. It didn't even feel clear in her head. He didn't fall. Didn't react the way she expected. He just tilted his head slightly, a slow smile forming. Something about his calm demeanor made her stomach twist. "Such a good actress, little stranger." His calm voice alone made her stomach drop.
She yanked her leg away, pushing his hand off her. "Y-you... sick bastard. Stay the hell away from me." Her chest rose fast with anger. She pushed herself off the bed anyway. She felt the pain shoot through her body, her legs almost giving out the second she stood. She didn't care. If she didn't run now, she wouldn't get another chance. She ran. That was all she could think.
Her hand pressed hard against her mouth as she tried to steady her breathing, but it didn't help. Silence pressed in around her as she forced herself through the trees, branches scraping her arms, the ground uneven beneath her feet. It was too dark to see properly, only shadows and trunks stretching everywhere.
She stumbled once and caught herself, but her thigh burning with every step, sharp enough to slow her down. Frustration snapped through her and she bent forward, repeatedly hitting her knee hard. "Move... come on... come on... move," she muttered through clenched teeth. "You have to move.. Avyra. Do you want to die here, you idiot"
She straightened and forced another step, then another. "Koi hai?" Her voice came out low. "Please... koi meri madad karo..." Nothing answered. She turned to move forward but-
Before she could even react, she was slammed back against a tree. The impact knocked the air out of her lungs. and suddenly there was no space left, only him. Too close. Her breath got stuck halfway as his presence surrounded her completely, his chest against her back, as his breath brushing her ear.
She struggle to free herself. Somehow, anyhow.. She felt his hand slid to the back of her neck, the other hand holding her wrist tightly. "You really thought you could escape?" little stranger."
"Brave of you." his voice laced with sarcasm, like he was amused more than angry.
Before she can react, His hand left her neck and trailed down her arm, fingers brushing slowly, deliberate. She felt a shiver run down her spine.
"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." He sounded almost amused.
"What do you want... just let m-"
A low growl cut her off.
"Run... again."
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