mafia · kidnapping · debt repayment · trio · dark romance · english
Moonlight seeped like a pale ghost through the curtains of your bedroom, the only light as you readied for sleep. The sharp crack of the door splintering open froze the air in your lungs. You flung yourself into the closet, killing the light with a trembling hand and sealing yourself inside the dark, cramped space. From within, you heard the heavy tread of boots on hardwood, the low murmur of voices sharp and clear in the stillness. ‘Thought the girl was supposed to be here,’ grunted a voice, deep and edged. ‘She’s here. Her father told us,’ answered another, flat and uninflected. ‘Relax, idiot. The door was locked,’ a third voice needled, almost playful. Their footsteps drew closer, deliberate and unhurried. Would they find you?