The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. My red pumps creating a gentle click sound with every contact is made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides from my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. My third sense is suddenly activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come to get me!. This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run!. I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in a frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. The road fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. Finally, I hear music playing from loudspeakers. I'm close to civilization!. I keep running frantically. One of my pumps is gone. Soon I see a club insight with a few people outside. I begin to scream for help when a figure suddenly appears before me. In fear, I make to run in the opposite direction but another figure is right behind me. Next thing I know; I'm surrounded by darkness. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°¢°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Tales of missing children are considered a fallacy till teenage Sonia goes missing... Follow Sonia on her desperate quest to break free... And bring the truth to light
The heat I feel makes my entire body feel as though I have been dipped in water, but the smell that fills my nose makes it well known that this is not water. The fact that I can breathe makes it clear that I am not underwater.
I slowly pull my heavy eyelids up to my equally heavy eyes. My vision is at first blur but slowly begins to get cleared.
My gaze is first to meet by my white dress~that's now not so white. Rumpled and unsettled on my laps. I feel my headbanging and the brass smell of blood fills my nose.
Being a runner in school, and having sustained many injuries, I know what blood smells like~ at least my blood. odd?.
I slowly raise my head as it's hanging over my laps. My eyes are welcomed by darkness but as soon as they adjust to the darkness, I begin to make sense of the room~atleast a little.
All that's before me is a door. Probably wooden, I can't make out much as the dominant theme of this room currently is darkness. I lift my head and I am almost blinded by the light bulb hanging over my head. It's the only form of light in here.
I look to my left and I find a little bed on an iron bed carrier. More like the ones you see in prisons. Am I in jail!?. What did I do!?. I look to my right and I see a rocking chair. And that's just it. All that's in this room.
I can at least tell that the room is painted pink. And... Is... Do I see blood on the wall!!?.
Fear suddenly grips me as this very scenario reminds me of a story 'Mommy's House' by z0mbies I read this story some days back. And now I feel like I am in the same story. What's going on!?.
I try to get up and only then do I realize that I have been tied to the chair on which I am sitting. What on earth is going on!?. I struggle with the chair taking care not to alert anyone around. Especially those responsible for my current state. Although I have no idea who is behind this.
My heart begins pounding furiously and fear begins to hold every single sense in my body. Is Harry responsible for this!?
Let me think back on what happened earlier this night. Maybe... just maybe I could connect some dots.
I close my eyes and let my head roll back as I try to picture earlier this night. But then the door begins to the creek. It is opening so slowly one would doubt a person is responsible for its movement. Anyways, I am ready to lash out at Harry once he Steps through that door. He can't go about things this way. What the hell was he thinking!?. What if he went about things this way I would forgive him!?... He...
My thoughts are caught in my throat once I see who or what just came into the room. I practically chock on my thoughts!? ~ yeah. I choked on my Thoughts, not words!. That's how scared this image made me!. I am choking but am too scared to cough.
What did I see? This image, thing, person, animal, or creature~ I'll go with the creature, is dressed in a black robe. A long robe at that. So long it follows him, her, it... Whatever this is, on the floor behind and around it. It has a hood that covers most of its face but its crooked and long nose could be seen. This nose has a black mole on it. A really big Ikky one.
Its eyes, dark and beady. Although staring at me, seem so dark and distant as though the use of those eyes is beyond normal understanding.
This creature keeps moving closer to me. But you know that point in your life when you want to scream but every single muscle in your body seems dead and fear has the upper hand?. If you don't know what this feels like, trust me, you are very lucky~ I mean very.
With long bony fingers and dark nails that are equally long, this creature cuts the ropes holding me bound to my seat. Should I push it and run?. Hell no! There could be a dozen more out there.
It looks at me and I can't tell if it's smiling or smirking. So much confidence! It discharges a feeling of dominion. Like this is its home.
If my life is about to be anything like the kids from the story 'Mommy's House' I read, death please do the honor of taking me now.
The creature slowly but nothing near gracefully walks out of the room. Quietly letting the door shut behind it.
I am left alone in this small creepy room and I don't even know if to stand or remain sitting.
The possibility of Harry being behind this drops....a bit, but it's still there.
Hey, my name is Deborah. And you are about to follow me on a journey of how my life went from a cute daydream to a horrid nightmare after just one night.
Welcome to THE MANSION, where every child has a story.
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"