The capture
VIOLET
Pain.
It was the first thing I felt when I fluttered my eyes open . A sharp, searing ache shot through my head, making it difficult to think straight. The world around me was dark, disorienting, and it took a few moments to remember where I was—or rather, where I wasn’t.
I tried to move, but something was holding me back. Panic surged through me as I realized my hands were bound, tied tightly behind me with rough ropes that dug into my skin. I tugged at them, only to feel the burning friction tear at my wrists. A sharp breath escaped me as the reality of my situation began to sink in.
I was tied up.
My heart pounded in my chest, the fear creeping up my throat. I tried to recall what happened, but everything before this moment was a blur—fragments of fear and confusion. I remembered talking to Ryan,the rain, the storm, and then…
Fear overwhelmed me immediately. He was here. He took me here. He's back.
He was supposed to be dead. Gone and now he's back
I tugged at the rope, desperate to wriggle free. I need to get the hell out of here. I forced my eyes to adjust to the dim light in the room. It wasn’t much—just a single, weak bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows along the stone walls. It felt cold, damp, like the basement of some abandoned building. I couldn’t tell if it was day or night.
My breath came faster, the ropes cutting into my skin as I struggled harder. Tears pricked at my eyes. I can't let him get to me. Not again,not ever
The door to the room creaked open suddenly, the sound like nails on a chalkboard in the silence. My heart jumped into my throat as footsteps echoed, heavy and slow, approaching where I sat. I held my breath, dread pooling in my stomach.
His figure emerged from the darkness, and my eyes widened in disbelief. There he was, standing in front of me, drenched in the same cold rain. His eyes bore into mine, his face twisted with a sickening smile that sent a shiver down my spine.
"You're awake... sweetie," he said, his voice low and menacing. The way he spoke, so casual, so familiar, made my skin crawl. The room seemed to shrink, the air grew thicker,his presence suffocating me. I tugged at the ropes binding my hands, trying to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. No escape. He was here.
I glared at him, my chest pounded with anger, fear, and pure desperation. “You monster!” I screamed, my voice cracking as tears poured down my face. I tried to push myself back but the ropes cut into my wrists with every movement.
His expression flickered for a split second, something unreadable passing over his features, before he tilted his head and chuckled, the sound playful. “Thirteen years,” he mused, taking a slow step toward me. “And that’s the first thing you say to me? I’m hurt, Violet.” He crouched down beside me, his movements slow, calculated, like a predator circling its prey. His face was inches from mine now, his breath hot against my skin. I turned my head away in disgust, but his hand shot out, gripping my chin with bruising force and forcing me to meet his gaze.
“Don’t be shy now,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of satisfaction. “You’ve grown up. You shouldn’t be hiding that pretty face of yours.”
I could feel bile rising in my throat as his thumb brushed over my cheek, the touch sickening and cold. My stomach churned, the nausea overwhelming
“Let me go,” I spat, trying again to wrench my face from his grip, but his hand tightened, and I could feel the sharpness of his nails digging into my skin.
His grin widened as if my words amused him, and he leaned in closer, his lips dangerously near my ear. “Let you go?” he repeated, his voice a mocking whisper. “Oh, Violet, you don’t understand. I didn’t come all this way just to let you go.”
He pulled back slightly, his eyes scanning me as though savoring my fear. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he continued, his fingers still gripping my face. “You are all grown now. Not that scared little girl anymore,” he sneered. “But Papa isn’t here to save you this time.”
My fists clenched tightly into a ball as I felt a surge of anger rose within me
“Don’t you dare mention his name, you murderer!” I screamed, my voice trembling with a raw rage.
He leaned back slightly, still keeping his grip on my chin, his eyes narrowing with amusement. “Still Papa’s little girl, I see.”
He released me suddenly, his hand raking through his wet hair as he stood up straighter, looming over me. His smile faltered for a second, and in that brief moment, his expression twisted into something much darker, more menacing.
“It’s so unfair that everyone saw me as the villain... but your father? He’s the one who ruined me. He destroyed everything.”
I felt my heart stop. My dad ruined him? My mind raced, trying to piece together what he meant, but the memories were jumbled—fragments of a past I had buried deep, locked away, too painful to confront.He noticed the confusion in my eyes and smirked
“You don’t remember, do you? That’s alright. We have time.” He reached out with his free hand, brushing a lock of hair away from my face. The gesture was intimate, horrifying in its familiarity, and I felt sick all over again.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please… just let me go.”
His eyes softened for a brief moment, a twisted mockery of kindness, before the grin returned, sharper than ever.
“Oh, Violet,” he said softly. “I'd be really disappointed if you actually thought I'd let you go. I thought you were smarter now” He let out a dry chortle. “But then again, I shouldn’t be surprised. You never paid much attention to the texts I sent you, did you?”
I felt my stomach drop. The texts.
The messages that had filled me with dread for months. My eyes widened in horror as the realization slammed into me. It was him. All along.
"You… it was you," I breathed, the words trembling on my lips. He laughed again, that same twisted smile never leaving his face. “There it is. The realization.” He crouched down again, his face inches from mine, eyes gleaming with malicious delight. “You really thought you were free from me. Hide? I’ve been watching you, Violet. Every step. Every breath. And now... you’re finally where you belong”
My pulse thundered in my ears, my breath shallow and panicked.
“Why?” I managed to choke out, my voice ragged.
“Why are you doing this?”His eyes darkened, the smile slipping “Because” he whispered, leaning in so close I could feel his breath on my skin, “Your father took everything from me. And now, Violet... it’s my turn to take everything from him
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