The new lead.
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Riya's POV :
"I don't know what the time was but the snow was pricking my skin like a knife, even when I was wearing a t-shirt and ripped jeans. My hands were tied behind my back and my blindfold was on. I thrashed and struggled, even my screams echoed against the wall but there was no response nor from my abductors or from anyone. Soon I felt tired as I had no energy to scream and my tears had dried up too. It must be the second day if I should guess that horrific place. I felt, my throat was parched, my stomach was rumbling too . When I was sure i was all alone there, I decided instead of crying and screaming I should try and escape from this place. For that first I need to free myself from the rope, even when I had no idea where I was or how I'm going to escape from here, I know giving up and succumbing to my fate was never an option. I was in and out of consciousness but I willed myself to stay awake and fight as something inside kept telling me this is my only way to escape and I need to do this. Throughout the time I tried my best to loosen the grip and free myself from that rope. When it was loose enough I untangled it hurriedly, as I heard the sound of boots scratching the floor. I rushed picking up the pocket knife which I always carried with me in my back pocket and stayed in that same way, rolling the rope around my hand loosely pretending to be unconscious. I heard a voice, it was a male voice. He was talking to someone, I thought it must be on the phone. He was saying I was unconscious and a pause, then it went silent. It was spine chilling. I heard the sound of shuffling and someone touched my left cheek, which made me go stiff. A tight slap landed on my left cheek, making my head roll back to the side as a small whimper left my throat. "Who are you?" I asked to keep my composure strong, as a lump formed in my throat.
He grabbed me by my hair which made me scream in pain. I struggled to free myself from his hold, gripping the knife tight in my hand. I was waiting for the right moment to strike. He threw me back on the floor. I heard some sound, my ears perked up. A smell of cologne wafted in the air, I sniffed inhaling it. I don't know why my stomach stirred in anticipation, something felt familiar. I tried to concentrate, but I went livid when I felt a cold metal touch my throat. I gripped the pocket knife tight in my hands, the weight of what I was about to do settled in. I was waiting for him to come close to me. Suddenly in one swift movement my t-shirt was ripped off and something sharp was pressed between my chest digging deep into my skin drawing blood. I held my breath swallowing down painfully, I wanted to scream, I wanted to ask him why he was doing this but at the same time I felt blank as a cold fear ceased upon me. I closed my eyes tight mentally preparing myself for whatever is about to happen. I vowed only one thing, "I'm not going down without a fight."
I felt his hot breath fanning on my neck, that was the right moment I thought. I gripped the knife tight in my right hand and swiftly plunged it deep into his chest dragging it further. He screamed in agony, grabbing my wrist and twisted it painfully, making me drop the knife down. I scurried away from him, "You f*****g w***e" he screamed. Grabbing my hair he bumped me into something hard, blood oozed from the sides. I held my head trying to fight the overpowering dizziness. "f*****g get her, you piece of a s**t," he said in a hoarse voice. I heard some shuffling before someone grabbed my hands forcefully, making me yelp in pain. In between all this my blindfold was loosened. I saw a pair of boots in front of me, rolling on to the other side I saw a tattoo, an intricate design and a face right above the place where I slashed him. It was so unique and different that it registered in my mind instantly, something was written on the tattoo. I scrutinized my eyes, fighting the nausea. I saw the letters, "S - I -A" before a pair of hands adjusted my blindfold tying it so tight making me wince in pain. I felt a kick on my stomach, as I curled into a ball succumbing to the overpowering darkness.
" Riya, Riya,Riya," someone shook me hard. I opened my eyes gasping for air, taking a deep breath, dear. In and out slowly, Uncle Edward said. It took me some time to settle in that I was sitting safely inside Uncle's cabin. It felt so real, the pain, the struggle and the fight. It took some time for the goosebumps on my skin to settle down. Uncle Edward was looking at me worriedly, "Are you alright, Riya?" He asked. I closed my eyes counting up to ten before opening my eyes and replying, "Yes I'm ok, Uncle." An awkward silence prevailed.
He was tapping something on his computer and turned his attention back to me. "Can you draw the tattoo of what you saw for me?" He asked. I tensed for a moment but nodded my head, wiping my clammy hands on the jeans. He gave me a pencil and paper, and my hand drew the design on it's own accord. A bitter laugh escaped my lips, "why wouldn't it, this tattoo have given me so many nightmares and sleepless nights," I thought to myself. I gave the paper back to him. "I'll run them through every hospital near the location we rescued you," he said. I nodded my head understanding. "Thank you, Uncle I said. He smiled reassuringly...
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