Silence Can Be Deafening.
I woke up from my "deep sleep", unable to recall memories of the last few hours yet can recapture what happened in the detention room.
{Ah !, my head ........ feels like it was banged against a wall ......... I don't remember having alcohol.......... Ouch! ......... OH MY GOD, AM I BLINDFOLDED and I feel constrained too, WOW, not again}
I can feel the chains and handcuffs, my hand pulled back and handcuffed, quite restrained and painful, my legs too, but with chains, felt like piercing through my skin. A piece of cloth shoved down my throat, enough to make me gag again and again.
{Am I kidnapped..... doesn't look like a dream though.......... but how, I don't remember much, and by whom?..}
*cough* *cough*
{I think it must be Ronald, it has to be him, must be taking revenge for pushing him out of the train .........never thought that he can do this, on the contrary, I thought he was just a clumsy snail ......... impressive, very impressive}
It wasn't my first time to be kidnapped, definitely not the second either but for sure it was the most painful, constrained and cruel one.
I never expected Ronald Kailup, my ex-boyfriend, whom I tried to kill last night by pushing him out of the train, but to his luck, he didn't die, to be so brutal. I thought he is one of those guys who tend to bark and bite without teeth.
{But what if the person isn't Ronald, what if they are any powerful person and not Ronald...........these thoughts are freaking me out ........... I don't feel anything right, my legs are numb and my shoulders are enduring}
The silence of the place was deafening and darkness, blinding. The place was cold or so I can say goosebumps down my spine coldness, it was intriguing too, where am I, what is this place. Thoughts of all the things that could go wrong were nerve-wracking. Surely my enamoured of gaining more and more power have cowered me here ...........the only thought 'last thing that can happen is my death' was a solace to me. After all, this was my 8th time getting kidnapped? I don't remember. So I have the practice to deal with it or to run out of it ............ But this was quite different, the way I am constrained, it feels like professional's work............ My mind was assessing the place then suddenly
*Bang*
• (Front door opens, spontaneous source of light)
That fling sound slumped me to my side, now I could feel the tension in the room.
*tap* *tap* *tap*.............
(Footsteps) (2 people)
{The sound is getting closer to me, and my heart racing fast.}
(Steps getting closer)
Dragging sound of a chair and cloth rustling and then the infinite silence finally broke.
"Anna"
The sudden sound made me flinch.
{Anna, never heard that name before ... and this sound does not resemble Ronald.......Fu*k. }
"Switch on the lights, I want to check her"
"Yes sir"
*tap*
(Sound of the switch)
"Ah, yes .......... we got the right one "
{What, right one? ............. I don't want to think ........... }
"Picture never does the actual subject justice.................. Welcome to your new life, Marie Collins ".
