Episode 5: Midnight Danger
1075 Words
The night felt wrong.
Too quiet.
Too still.
Like the world was holding its breath… waiting for something to happen.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep again. My thoughts kept circling around the same questions.
She died.Because of him.
My chest tightened.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t push it away.
And the worst part?
A part of me didn’t want to.
Because if I stopped thinking about it…I’d have to face something even scarier.
Him.
A soft sound broke the silence.
I froze.
Did I imagine that?
I held my breath, listening carefully.
There it was again.
A faint… click.
My heart started pounding.
Slowly, I sat up.
“Hello?” I called out quietly.
No answer.
Of course.
Why would there be?
Still…
Something felt off.
Very off.
I got out of bed slowly, my feet touching the cold floor. The room suddenly felt too big. Too dark.
Too exposed.
I moved toward the door.
Each step careful.
Silent.
My hand reached for the handle.
Hesitated.
Don’t open it.
But I did.
The hallway was empty.
Dark.
But not silent anymore.
I could hear something.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Measured.
Coming closer.
My breath hitched.
Someone was here.
“Hello?” I tried again, my voice barely steady.
No response.
The footsteps stopped.
Right outside my door.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
And then—
The door across the hall creaked open slightly.
Darkness inside.
But something moved.
A shadow.
Watching me.
I stepped back instinctively.
“Who’s there?” I demanded, my voice stronger now.
Silence.
Then—
A man stepped out.
Not a guard.
Not someone I had seen before.
His eyes locked onto mine.
Cold.
Empty.
Wrong.
“Pretty,” he said slowly.
My blood ran cold.
Instinct screamed—
Danger.
Real danger.
“Stay away from me,” I said, backing up.
He smiled.
That was worse.
“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he murmured, stepping closer.
My heart pounded wildly.
Where are the guards?!
Why is no one here?!
“Stop!” I shouted.
He didn’t.
I turned to run—
But he was faster.
His hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me back.
I gasped, struggling.
“Let go!” I yelled, panic rising fast.
He tightened his grip.
“No one’s coming,” he whispered near my ear.
Fear exploded inside me.
I kicked, pushed, tried to break free—
Nothing worked.
He was too strong.
Too close.
Too real.
“Please!” I shouted, my voice breaking.
For a second—
Nothing happened.
And then—
A loud thud.
The man was suddenly gone.
Thrown.
Across the hallway.
I stumbled back, my breath shaking.
What—?
A figure stepped between us.
Tall.
Familiar.
Dangerous.
Alexey.
The air changed instantly.
Heavy.
Deadly.
The man groaned, trying to stand—
Big mistake.
Alexey didn’t say a word.
He walked forward slowly.
Calmly.
Terrifyingly.
“Wrong choice,” he said quietly.
The man barely had time to react—
Before Alexey grabbed him and slammed him against the wall.
Hard.
The sound echoed.
I flinched.
But Alexey didn’t stop.
His movements were precise.
Controlled.
Brutal.
Every hit—
Calculated.
Every second—
Silent.
Like he had done this a hundred times before.
My heart raced.
I should look away.
But I couldn’t.
Because for the first time…
I was seeing who he really was.
The man collapsed to the floor, barely conscious.
Alexey stood over him, breathing steady.
Not even tired.
Not even shaken.
Like it meant nothing.
“Get him out,” he said coldly.
Two guards appeared instantly, dragging the man away.
Where were they before…?
My stomach twisted.
Silence fell again.
Heavy.
I was still shaking.
Still trying to breathe.
Still trying to understand what just happened.
“Are you hurt?”
His voice.
Different.
I looked up.
Alexey was watching me.
His eyes scanning my face.
My arms.
My whole body.
Checking.
Concern?
No…
It couldn’t be.
“I’m fine,” I whispered.
Lie.
He stepped closer.
Too close.
His hand lifted—
Then stopped.
Like he wasn’t sure.
Like he didn’t know if he should touch me.
That alone confused me more than anything.
“You weren’t supposed to leave your room,” he said quietly.
My anger came back instantly.
“Oh, so this is my fault?” I snapped. “Someone attacked me and you’re blaming me?!”
His jaw tightened.
“I’m not blaming you.”
“It sounds like you are.”
Silence.
Tension.
Then—
His voice dropped.
Low.
Dangerous.
“This house is not safe.”
My breath caught.
What…?
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He looked at me.
Really looked.
And for the first time—
There was no mask.
No coldness.
Only truth.
“Exactly what I said.”
A chill ran down my spine.
“You said I belong to you,” I whispered. “So protect what’s yours.”
The words came out before I could stop them.
Big mistake.
His expression changed.
Something dark flashed in his eyes.
“Careful,” he said quietly. “You don’t understand what that means.”
“Then explain it.”
He stepped closer again.
Now there was no space between us.
“If you belong to me,” he said slowly, “then anyone who touches you…”
His hand brushed lightly against my wrist.
“…dies.”
My heart skipped.
This wasn’t a promise.
It was a fact.
Silence.
Heavy.
Electric.
My breathing slowed.
But my heart…
Faster than ever.
He stepped back suddenly.
Walls up again.
“Stay in your room tonight,” he said.
“And if I don’t?” I asked softly.
His eyes darkened.
“Then next time,” he said, “I might not get there in time.”
My chest tightened.
He turned and walked away.
Again.
Always leaving.
But this time…
It felt different.
I stood there, alone again.
But not the same.
Not after this.
Because now I knew the truth.
This place wasn’t just dangerous.
It was deadly.
And I wasn’t just trapped here—
I was a target.
I slowly closed the door behind me.
Locked it.
My hands still shaking.
My mind racing.
One thought refused to leave—
If even this house isn’t safe…
Then who can I trust?
And the most terrifying answer came immediately—
No one.
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