The Execution of the plan
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As Anna finished the explanation of her plan to that unknown girl doing all het best to convince her, her abducters were seated in a car talking with their boss while the other one was outside watching.
''Boss, everything is going well. "We need part of our money. "We are in real need'' said the first thug ''yeah boss'' replied the second one'' actually no said the boss everything isn't going as planned he should already be looking for her it took too long'' I guess he isn't in love with her anymore'' said their boss to himself.
Mr Boss, the most stupid of all the three spoke ''we also have this other girl we are selling. She is very beautiful. I can assure you ''hey what are you talking about, no boss 'it isn't what you are thinking' said the first one ''then exp…
: Anna’s POV
“Let’s go,” I urged the other girl, but she shook her head, panic in her eyes.
“He’s not alone,” she whispered. “The other two are probably waiting outside.”
My heart started to race. That was it—there was no turning back now.
“Okay,” I said, forcing calm into my voice. “Let’s do this.” She nodded, and we moved quickly.
We lifted the body of the thug who had fallen unconscious. It was harder than I expected, but we managed to drag him out of the way and pushed him into a corner, hoping to gain some time before his friends returned. We had no choice but to hide him, as we couldn’t risk them finding us trying to escape.
The room was dark—thankfully, it was easy to keep hidden. We carefully took the keys from the door and slammed it shut. The sound echoed in the silence, and we both held our breath. Moments later, we heard footsteps rushing toward the room. They were coming.
I fumbled with the key, but it slipped from my hand. My heart pounded as I watched the other girl quickly retrieve it, her hands trembling but steady. She unlocked the door and locked it again before we made our move.
We ran. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest, but I couldn’t stop. A loud gunshot echoed in the air, and I knew they had busted down the door. I pushed forward, hearing the thudding footsteps behind us.
We reached a nearby car, and the door opened. A man stepped out. He looked strange—too calm, too casual. I couldn’t trust him, not for a second.
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Aaron’s POV
After I had gotten what I needed from Morgan’s room, I made my way back to my house. I poured myself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, trying to shake off the nagging feeling of uncertainty.
I removed the comb and the dress from my table and placed them carefully aside. Then, I opened my secret compartment and retrieved an old book. I searched through the pages until I found the location spell.
“This will only work if I’ve already been to the place, or at least somewhere nearby,” I muttered to myself.
I began to chant the spell, closing my eyes. As soon as I did, my spirit left my body. A chain, invisible yet firm, bound my spirit to my physical form. My spirit form drifted toward a place I remembered—an old, familiar place I had visited with my father when I was a child.
I arrived at the location where Morgan and the other girl were held. I saw them through the eyes of my spirit, Morgan pleading with a man—someone I vaguely recognized but couldn’t remember. The man’s gaze locked onto mine, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. It terrified me, and I couldn’t hold onto the connection. The signal was lost.
Frustrated, I pulled myself back into my body. I had failed. But one thing was clear: Morgan and the girl were in serious danger. I immediately boiled some water, throwing in the herbs to recharge my energy.
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Anna’s POV
The man in the car didn’t inspire any confidence in me. He seemed too relaxed—his gaze flicking over his phone as if this were just another mundane task. I couldn’t understand why he was so calm while we were in this situation.
Through the rearview mirror, I noticed his eyes on me for a few seconds. I didn’t trust him one bit.
I glanced down into the cupholder and noticed his phone. It was still on, and what made my heart stop was the picture of me on the screen. A chill ran through me. How did he have a picture of me?
I quickly scanned the car, and my eyes fell on a gun, poorly hidden beneath the seat. Panic surged, but I knew what I had to do. Without thinking, I reached for my own gun and pointed it at the man’s head.
“Park the car,” I demanded, my voice cold, my finger tight on the trigger.
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