CHRISTINE...
"Did she wake up?" A man said.
"Not, yet." Another man replied.
"Wake her up. Boss is here." The first man said.
And I was hearing them. But, maybe I am in a dream. Because everything is happening over my head yet seems so far away. But, why would I dream of something like this?
Suddenly, a splash of cold liquid hit all over me as if slapped me heavily over my head. For a split second, my breathing stopped and I saw dark before my eyes.
It was like a sudden uncertain wave in the dark sea, which appeared and disappeared soon, leaving me all wet and shivery in the cold touch.
I was still in my silky nightdress from last night. It was kneaded to my body, making me colder. It felt so real that I started doubting whether it was just a dream.
I coughed hard and slowly opened my eyes which were immediately welcomed by cold and damp darkness and soon, I realized the smell of an abandoned place.
If I am not wrong, it's a dungeon.
The only source of light was a low-power white light, hanging from the ceiling. Sufficient for my eyes to catch things.
I was surrounded by two men. Both of them were bulky and filled with tattoos. One has dark brown hair with pale skin and a rigid expression and the other one seems more of a gentleman with his dusty white hair, neatly combed.
I felt self-conscious as I noticed their eyes were darting at my body. Though I was wearing the nightdress, it was all wet, clumping my figure, and revealing my curves.
Backing away from them, I pressed myself into the cold damp wall and defensively hugged myself.
I don't know what is happening to me.
The last thing I could remember is that I went to sleep after finishing my draft. How could I come here in this dungeon?
Did they kidnap me? But, why? I am not rich enough to catch any attention!
Originally, I am the adopted child of the Williams family. Never heard about my real parents nor did my adoptive parents tell me anything ever.
Everything was going well in life. But, three years ago a sudden storm ruined everything in my life. I lost my trust, my pride, my heart and myself.
Three years ago that one single blow of heavy air throw me out of my house.
Since then I never get to see my family nor did they contact me after that night. Living alone life as a novelist to make some money.
Are they hoping for some money from my family? Well, if they planned that, they are going to lose it. Even though my family has some money to pay for me, I don't think they would do that for me.
So, with a fat chance of rejection, they are wasting both sides' time.
"Hello, Miss Williams." A sudden voice embraced the whole cell, which sounded different from the two guys, pulling me out of my single-minded thoughts.
This particular tone was deeper and a little huskier.
I looked up in confusion and watched both men step aside as if welcoming someone superior to them. And a shadow appeared from the dark.
There he is, a man who immediately caught me off, guard.
He has got a height like a Greek God and the body of Adonis. His face was holding the perfect stubble with a neat curve. The lips were smooth and the arch it had was natural as if plastered in curiosity.
Strong, sharp, square jaw which was clenched at the moment with a visible cut. Straight-edged nose anyone would die for and of course that naturally tanned skin tone, people paid thousands for.
His short midnight dark hair was neatly styled highly. And the pair of blazing golden orbs with a bronze touch in them is the artist's last touch on him.
I know I am being shameless right now, staring at the man without a blink. But, I couldn't stop my eyes from travelling down on him.
It was not just about his height or wideness of shoulders but the way he carried himself in that dark suit with silver linings that he wore like a second skin on him.
As much as he was devilishly gorgeous, the word 'evil' didn't leave his appearance. My heart was not only in a race by his grandiose presence but the dark and intimidating aura he was letting out with a hint of familiarity.
I swear on my God, as much as I am intimidated by him, I felt that I have seen him before.
Yet searching every corner of my memory, I returned with nothing.
"Wh...who a...re you?!" I let out a whimper and my own voice sounded funny to me.
Noticing the shiny dark thing he pointed out at me, my eyes went wide in terror.
I sometimes could be stupid but not too much to not recognize the gun in his hand.
Fuck! What is happening to me?
"Wh...what a..re you..." My tone shook hard, watching the pointed pistol in front of me. One trigger and I am done for this lifetime.
"W..hat do you... w...want?" I finally let out more words, overcoming the nervousness building in my heart.
He didn't give any answer but watched me with those soul-piercing eyes. I felt like I was naked before his eyes. Though I am half naked already, it was more intense in front of him.
Who the hell is he?
His brow arched slightly, making him look eviler in some way but the gorgeousness never faded.
It felt like a wolf calculating his prey before jumping on the rabbit. And before you ask, I am the rabbit here and I have nowhere to run.
"Where is my baby?" He asked all of a sudden.
As much as I would like to concentrate on his deep voice, I couldn't when his words formed.
What!? What the fuck!?
"What baby?!" I asked, confused and stunned surely.
His brow arched more visibly and he stepped forward, making me flinch.
He squatted down before me, without removing his sharp eyes from me. And as his next words dropped at my ears, I only felt my world turning upside down.
"The baby, you have taken from me three years ago." He said.