The Blood Stained Bride

The Cold room

ALISA'S POV

He finally pulled to a halt after what felt like forever. He got out and locked the doors, leaving me trapped inside. It was dark, and I couldn't see anything through the windows.

I scrambled around the car, searching for something—anything—to help me. My phone. I pulled it out of my pocket. It was one of the rare nights I actually had it on me; usually, I kept everything in my purse. Now, my purse was probably lying in the blood and glass back at the alley.

I tried to turn it on, but the screen was shattered. It stayed black.

"f**k!" I muttered, throwing the useless piece of plastic onto the floor mats. The tears started coming again. I couldn't stop them. I had never felt so alone in my entire life.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open. It wasn’t the psychopath from before. This man was bigger, scarier-looking, and definitely not as good looking. He opened the door with so much force I thought the handle might snap.

"Come out," he growled.

I was too tired to fight. My body felt like lead. I did what he said and stepped out onto the cold ground.

"Follow me."

I turned my head and saw three more men, all built like tanks, standing right behind me. They were smart. They knew that if I saw even a small gap, I would have risked everything to run for my life. I looked around, hoping to see the first guy, but he was nowhere to be found.

They led me into a building and up to a room. It wasn't a bedroom; it was a cell. There was a small bed in the corner, a wooden stool, and a bucket of water.

"Where is my brother?" I asked, my voice trembling.

He didn't respond.

"Where am I?"

Still nothing.

"Good night," he said. He stepped out and closed the door. I heard the click-clack of the key turning in the lock.

The room was dimly lit and freezing. How was I expected to sleep like this? My throat was throbbing from where he had gripped me, and my body felt like it was shutting down. This was, without a doubt, the worst day of my life.

About an hour later, I heard the jingle of keys again. My heart jumped. I hoped—I prayed—to see Max walk through that door.

But the door opened to reveal the same big guard. He was holding a tray with a plate of food. He walked over, placed it on the edge of the bed, and looked at me.

"Eat," he said. He didn't wait for an answer. He walked out and locked the door instantly.

I stared at the tray. The psychopath was funny if he thought I would touch anything he gave me. I picked up the tray and tossed it across the room. It hit the floor with a loud clang, food splattering everywhere.

I sat back down on the bed, staring at the door. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't risk it. Too many things could happen in the dark, and I would rather be awake and terrified than caught off guard in my sleep.