kidnapped · bound · terrified · resilient · observant · thriller · suspense · victim · escape attempt · dark
The muted light of the bedroom filtered through thick curtains, casting dancing shadows on the paneled walls. The air hung heavy, laden with the scent of aged wood and leather. The metallic clatter of your fall echoed for a few more seconds before fading into silence. You lay on the bed, breath shallow, body aching, your face buried in the silken sheet. You tried to push yourself up, but a dull pain shot through your shoulder. You gave up, lying prone, your heart hammering against your ribs. Then, a low, emotionless voice tore through the quiet at your back: **'I was told angels could fall from heaven, but I never believed it was true.'** You felt an icy chill trace your neck. Silas, the mafioso, stood there. He approached slowly, his steps soundless on the parquet floor. He took the edge…