CHAPTER 6
1365 Words
SCARLETT ROSE
I'm dead.
That's the first thing I think when I try to open my eyes. I feel like I'm dead.
I move my body, realizing I'm lying on something soft, but I still don't know where I am.
Not only that, but I open my eyes with difficulty and look around, realizing I'm in a completely unfamiliar room. Furthermore, I feel my body tense, and when I try to get up, I groan, putting my hands on my neck.
A shiver runs through my body as I remember everything that happened at the club. I feel the tears in my eyes again.
Today should have been just a normal night where I would work for many hours and then go home.
But all I can think about now is the golden eyes of those creatures attacking everyone.
Oh my god.
I cry as I remember when I was attacked by one of them. I open my mouth, taking a deep breath as I still feel my skin hurting. Likewise, I'm injured, but there's a bandage on my neck, and I still don't know how I'm alive.
I blink, realizing I'm alone in the room; At this moment, I start to think about the client I was dancing for, he's also one of those scary creatures.
I sit on the bed with difficulty, realizing I'm wearing a large men's shirt on my body. Furthermore, I furrow my brow before I stand up and see that there's still blood on my hands and arms.
Not only that, but I walk through the luxurious room before walking to the door. My hand touches the doorknob, and I widen my eyes when I see that the door is locked.
Panic and fear began to quickly overcome me. I try to open the door again, but I fail. I'm trapped here.
Likewise, I run to the windows of the room, pulling back the curtains and realizing that I'm in a room of a large house in the middle of a private forest.
There are no neighbors, and no houses nearby.
I was in the city, and now I don't know exactly where I am.
How is this possible?
I observe the landscape through the window, the dark outlines of the trees dancing in the wind, and a sigh escapes my lips, heavy with the reality of my situation. I'm trapped here, with no hope of escape.
Determined not to succumb to my prisoner condition, I turn back to the room, my gaze scanning every corner in search of an exit.
The closet catches my attention, and I rush to it, hopeful of finding some clue or tool that can help me unlock the locked door.
As I open the closet doors, I'm surprised by the sight of an impressive variety of luxurious men's clothes.
Expensive suits, impeccable dress shirts, a multitude of shoes, and meticulously aligned ties fill the space.
I start to frantically search for something that might be useful, something that might help me unlock the damn door and escape from this place. But my efforts are in vain, as I find nothing that seems capable of unlocking the entrance.
Frustrated and feeling increasingly desperate, I decided to try shouting for help. However, I can barely emit a sound before a sharp pain runs through my injured throat, forcing me to stop immediately.
The pain is unbearable, a constant reminder of the violence I suffered and my vulnerability here.
Anger bubbles inside me, mixed with fear that refuses to be silenced. I open another drawer of the dresser next to it, desperately searching for anything that might help me. My hands tremble with tension, and my mind is spinning with thoughts of escape and survival.
"Where am I?", I whisper with difficulty to myself as I continue searching for something.
I feel hope returning to me when I find a wallet; I immediately open it, find several credit cards, and I don't hesitate to take one of them.
I kneel in front of the door, inserting the card between the lock and the latch, sighing as I feel my heart beating hard in my chest, and I smile when I hear the sound of the door being unlocked.
I did it.
I slide through the open door of the room, entering the long corridor stretching out in front of me.
The luxurious and modern environment of the house contrasts with the dense vegetation that surrounds it, creating a surreal and intriguing atmosphere.
I advance in silence, my footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor, while my eyes explore every detail in search of a possible way out.
As I advance through the corridor, I notice the doors lined up on both sides, each one hiding its secret.
I hesitate for a moment before the options but soon decide to continue forward, my desire for freedom propelling me onward.
A staircase appears in front of me, and I descend the steps cautiously, my mind alert to any sign of danger.
The silence around me is oppressive, amplifying the sense of loneliness that envelops me. However, I continue to move forward, determined to discover whatever is hidden in the shadows of this mysterious residence.
Upon reaching the lower landing, a flicker of light caught my attention. I approach the partially open door, my heart racing with anticipation of the unknown.
With a hesitant gesture, I gently push the door, revealing the interior illuminated by soft lights.
My eyes roam the space, absorbing every detail with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. It is then that I realize that this is no ordinary room; it is a feminine sanctuary, decorated with a touch of elegance and delicacy.
I close the door behind me, feeling as if I am intruding on someone else's intimacy. My eyes are immediately drawn to the large bed in the center of the room, but something else catches my attention—something that makes my heart freeze with shock.
I turn my head slowly, my wide-eyed eyes fixed on a painting hanging on the wall.
What I see there leaves me breathless, my mind struggling to process the image before me.
In the painting, a woman of stunning beauty stares at me with a penetrating gaze, her features familiar and similar to my own.
I can hardly believe what I see.
The woman in the painting is identical to me as if she were a distorted reflection of my face.
I put my hands over my mouth in shock, trying to contain the urge to scream at this surprising and disturbing revelation.
"Oh my god, what the hell is this?", I whisper, looking at the painting.
It's as if I'm looking at myself; we're the same, only a few features are different, and her hair is shorter.
I sigh, trying to calm the beats of my heart as I approach the painting; it seems too old, and I lift my hand, touching the golden frame.
"Maya Storm...", I read the name written in small letters.
There's a forest under the painting as if it had been placed here recently.
"Who are you, and why are we so alike?"
I look back in the room, realizing that this place hasn't been used by anyone for a long time. I have thousands of questions in my mind, and I open one of the drawers, finding an old photo.
Furthermore, I take the picture, sighing when I see the same woman next to the same man from the club.
The client.
This is his house.
I turned the photo, seeing a masculine handwriting, and I quickly read it.
"Our love transcends the limits of life, for even in death, I feel you present in every beat of my heart and in every star that shines in the sky. I love you more than eternity can explain."
I raise my head quickly, realizing that the woman in the photo is dead.
Inside the drawer, there's a necklace, and I pick up the jewel in my hand, fixing my eyes on the pendant in the shape of a werewolf in the mountains.
"This was hers; all of this was hers."
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