The masters vengeance

Kidnap

It was a sunny afternoon. Gavrill was playing in the haystack with his twin brother, Daniil. It was his turn to hide, and he knew the perfect spot one place his brother would never think to look: the woods. Their grandparents had warned them never to go there. But at five years old, rules were just suggestions.

He ran into the trees, laughing, sure he would never be caught. He crouched behind a thick trunk, peeking through the leaves, waiting for Daniil to give up.

Then a hand clamped over his mouth. Darkness swallowed him.

When he woke, he was in the back of a moving truck. The space was cramped, and unfamiliar. They hadn’t tied him up yet fear rooted him to the spot. He couldn’t move. His tiny heart pounded in his chest. The truck came to a sudden stop. The rear trunk opened slightly. Gavrill’s small hands pushed it just enough to slip out. His legs carried him as far and as fast as they could, the wind whipping his face, leaves scratching his skin. Then exhaustion took him, and he collapsed.

The second time he woke, he was in a clean, unfamiliar room. A nurse sat beside him, calm and gentle. Instinct screamed at him to run, but she placed a soft hand on his arm.

“You’re safe now,” she said.

Safe. The word felt foreign. He cried out for Daniil, for his grandparents, for the life he had known. But the voices he longed to hear were gone.

That day, everything changed. The world he thought he knew turned upside down. Innocence, safety, certainty all ripped away before he even understood them.

He was later on taken to an orphanage where he spent most of his time there it felt like a prison. The children were treated with zero care . He spent most of his time crying his eyes out and wandering hallways. His life took a tragic turn in just one day. He could never forget that day.

Daphne wandered the streets, not really knowing where to go. Her own father had kicked her out, and now she had nowhere to call home. No friends, no family—just empty streets and the city around her. All through high school and college, she’d been alone. She hadn’t even had a boyfriend. Too scared, too used to being left out.

She sat down at a bus stop, trying not to cry. Evening was coming fast, and the shadows made everything feel bigger and scarier. Her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten all day.

She had a little money—enough for a proper meal—so she decided to stop at a café. Even though her father was rich, he never gave her anything extra. She had to make do with what little he allowed her.

Pushing the door open, the smell of bread and coffee hit her, and for a moment, she felt a little better. Just a little.

She walked out of the café feeling a little better, the warmth from the food still settling in her stomach. It wasn’t much, but at least she wasn’t starving anymore. Hugging herself lightly, she started heading back toward the bus stop, her steps slow and unsure. The street had grown quieter, almost too quiet, and that’s when she noticed it—a black sedan. At first, she tried to ignore it. Cars passed all the time. But this one didn’t. It stayed behind her, moving when she moved, slowing when she slowed. Her steps faltered slightly, a strange feeling creeping up her spine. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe she was overthinking. She picked up her pace. The car did too.

Her heart began to pound harder. She glanced back again, and this time there was no doubt—it was following her. Fear hit her instantly. She broke into a run, her breath coming out uneven as her legs struggled to keep up. The sound of the engine grew louder behind her, faster, closing in. “Help—!” she tried to scream, but her voice came out weak, barely carrying through the empty street.

The car suddenly sped past her and stopped ahead, cutting her off. Before she could turn or think, two men stepped out. One grabbed her arm roughly while the other covered her mouth, shutting down her scream before it could fully escape. Panic surged through her, sharp and overwhelming. She struggled, kicking, twisting, trying to break free, but they were too strong. “Let me go—!” she tried again, her voice muffled against the hand pressed tightly over her mouth.

“No noise,” one of them said coldly.

The car door was pulled open, and in seconds she was shoved inside. The door slammed, trapping her in the dark, the air suddenly tight and suffocating. The car sped off immediately, the force pushing her back against the seat. Her heart raced wildly, her body trembling as her mind struggled to catch up. Nothing made sense. She couldn’t think, couldn’t understand what was happening or why. All she knew was that she was no longer in control, and wherever they were taking her, she wasn’t ready for it.