Captivated By My Captor

Unknown call

Moonlight streamed through the windowpane, spilling softly into the room and unveiling the aftermath of chaos.

The silence was heavy, broken only by the faint sound of the night outside.

She sat on the edge of the window, one leg bent, the other dangling loosely, staring at the moon as if it were the only witness to her existence.

She was beautiful in a way that felt dangerous.

Her grey eyes - cold, sharp, and unreadable reflected the pale glow of the moon long, dark eyelashes framed them, casting faint shadow against her porcelain skin. Her sharp jawline and high cheekbones gave her features a scripted elegance, while her lips slightly parted carried a trace of exhaustion. Strands of dark hair fell loosely around her face, untouched by the blood that strained her clothes.

She wore a white shirt beneath a black leather jacket, both now smeared with dark red stains. Her black pant were torn at the knees, the fabric heavy with dried blood. Yet despite the violence surrounding her.

She remained calm almost eerily so.

She reached into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. The flame flickered briefly, illustrating her faces before disappearing again. She inhaled slowly, the smoke curling around her. For a moment, she allowed herself to breathe .

She slid down the window and began walking towards the main door, her footsteps soundless against the floor.

Just as her hand reached for the handle, a sudden ringtone on shattered the stillness.

She stopped.

The sound come from one of the men lying motionless on the floor.

Turning back, she approached the body without hesitation kneeling besides him, she searched his pocket and retrieved a cellphone. The screen lit up with an unfamiliar number. Her lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.

" Hello ," she answered softly. " it's me "

There was silence on the other end - long enough for her to imagine the fear tightening around his throat.

Then a trembling voice broken through.

"Why ....Why are you not dead yet ?"

Her laughter echoed through the room a low, unrestrained and chilling.

"Why are you so bothered?". She asked calmly. "Scared ?"

"You b***h ", the voice snapped shaking despite the anger.

"If you come anywhere near me, I'll kill you".

Her expression didn't change.

"We'll wait and see", she replied smoothly. "until then ...take care"

She ended the call before he could speak again.

For a moment, she stood there, the phone still in her hand. Then her finger loosened and it slipped from her grasp, hitting the floor with dull sound. She closed her eyes.

Memories flooded back - face, scream, betrayal, pain she had buried so deeply she had almost convinced herself it no longer existed. Her chest tightened. Her breath faltered.

A single tear escaped, sliding down her cheek before she brushed it away impatiently.

"I'll make you pay ", she whispered, her voice steady despite the storm inside her.

Turning away, she walked out of the house and towards her bike. The engine started breaking the quietness in the night. She rode towards the main road, the wind cutting against her skin.

Ahead lay a path uncertain and unforgiving - a road that could lead to her destruction or to something she had long forgotten how to hope for.

Only time would tell.

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