The silence is deafening and
waking up her fear. She scanned the place with her eyes not moving her body as
if it got numb because of the darkness. Her mind is drifting to a world of malarkey
yet a piece of it is pushing her to think of the world she is in. She made a
step, a subtle one, not intending to awaken anyone inside. She’s reaching for the staircase; an old, wide
and beautifully carved staircase. While her feet are busy ascending, she heard footsteps
coming from the door. Her heart started to throb thinking her captor was able
to follow her. She stood in silence in
the middle of the staircase hoping she won’t be discovered. She wanted to hold
her breath as long as she could but she doesn’t want to pass out again.
As the footsteps are getting
closer to the staircase, her mind came rushing of an idea what to do. A part of
her brain is telling her to run away from the footsteps but another part is
telling her to keep still and pretend like a lifeless thing. She noticed the illuminating ring, the same
ring she saw from her captor. She got
ready as if starting a race but as soon as she made her first step, two
masculine hands hugged her by the waist. She wanted to scream but nothing came
out because of fear. She can hear the stranger’s breath but suddenly noticed
his breathing is a gentle one. The warmth of his breath pulled her back from
the void. She wanted to feel safe but the ring is making her horrified.
She can feel that the man behind
her has a lean body figure, broad shoulders and stone-like muscles. She is
envisaging this man can pick her up single-handed. She decided to speak but as soon
as she opened her mouth, she heard him say, in a guttural voice.
Keep silent.
*This is a continuation of this story: Who Is He?