The Lion's Den

In another village far away from Germany, an old woman in her late sixties sat on a couch in her sitting room. Suddenly, a young girl ran into the woman's arms, hugging her tightly.


"Granny, I've missed you so much. Why did you have to leave?" The young girl's baby voice came out; she was 18 years old.


"You just saw me a few hours ago, Angle, and you don't really expect me to disturb you while sleeping, I also have things to do," The old woman replied as she continued tapping Angle on her back.


"But granny, I had a nightmare; it was so scary," Angle said sadly.


The woman chuckled.


"Don't worry about the nightmares; it's just a dream that won't happen. The nightmares will stop when you stop thinking about scary things, okay?" The woman told Angle.


Angle nodded her head.


"Okay, granny, I love you," Angle said, standing up from her granny's lap.


"Love you too, my Angel. Goodnight," the woman replied.


"Nighty," Angle said as she marched to her room, not turning off the light before falling asleep.


The old woman was still sitting in the sitting room, watching news on her old television, when her phone rang.


"Hey, why are you calling me at this time?" The old woman asked.


"I just wanted to make sure my baby was sleeping well. How is she?" The caller asked.


"Not bad, but she can't seem to forget about the incident that happened. I think you should come visit her," The woman replied.


"Mama, you know I can't come, but I promise to visit next month," The caller promised.


"Okay, Quinn, I'll be expecting you. How is your elder brother?" The woman questioned.


The caller hissed loudly.


"Ask him yourself, mama; I don't know where he is. Good night," the caller said.


"Good night, Quinn," The woman replied and cut the call.


"Ahh!" The woman sighed loudly. I hope everything turns back to normal, she wished inwardly before concentrating back on the TV.


The next morning, Angle had already woken up; she was cooking in the kitchen when she heard footsteps and turned her back to see her granny.


"Grandma, what are you doing here?" Angle asked with a raised eyebrow.


"I should be asking you that, Angle, since when did you learn to start cooking?" Her granny questioned.


"Grace has been teaching me for some time, grandma, and don't worry, I promise to make sure the food is delicious," Angle said.


"And if it isn't, you will wash the dishes, is that a deal?" Questioned her grandmother.


Angle hesitated before speaking up.


"Deal, it is," she replied, smiling, and her grandma left the kitchen.


"I hope I don't regret this," She told herself, continuing cooking.


Minutes later, after she was done cooking, she served the food on the table before going back to her room to freshen up.


When she was done, she went to the dining table, where her grandma was already sitting.


She joined her grandma at the table.


"You are looking beautiful, my Angel," her grandma complimented.


"Thanks, granny, same to you," Angle replied.


"So, grandma, do us the honor of taking the first bite of your granddaughter's ever-first-made breakfast," Angle told her grandmother.


"Of course," her granny replied before putting the spoon in her mouth, chewing the food gently before swallowing it. Angle's gaze was fixed on her granny since the time she chewed and swallowed.


"How was it, granny? Was it good?" She asked her grandma, who held an expressionless face.


"You should try it yourself," Her grandma told her.


As Angle took a full spoon into her mouth, she spit it out immediately.


"Oh God of mercy," Angle said, washing her mouth with water. The food was too salty and peppery.


"This should be the first and last time you will cook in my house again. Now, go wash the dishes, and when you're done, tell me," her grandma said, and without waiting for a reply, she left.


"I should stop cooking; I guess it wasn't my calling after all," Angle murmured under her breath as she packed the dishes into the kitchen.


Back in Germany, Sophia stepped out of her car after the long and boring day at school. She went to her room to freshen up before heading to the dining room to eat her lunch; as always, she was the only one there. Since the time I had been kidnapped, my family had never had a family dinner again, and God only knows why.


As she finished her lunch, she went straight to her room to do her assignment and some other things.


As she continued with her assignment, a call came through her phone, and she picked up. After some words with the caller, she changed her clothesand took her car key before entering her car and driving off.


When she reached the front of a duplex house, she got down from her car and knocked on the door, which was immediately opened by a maid.


The maid directed her to the parlor, and Sophia sat on one of the couches.


"What would you like to take?" Asked the maid.


"Just water," Sophia replied, and the maid left within a few seconds, returning with a cup of water.


"Thank you," Sophia appreciated, and the maid went out of the parlor.


A few minutes later, the door to the parlor was opened, revealing James, who walked in and sat down in front of Sophia.


"Sorry for keeping you waiting," James apologized.


"No problem," Sophia replied.


"So, what we talked about – you said you know the location, right?" Sophia questioned.


James nodded, bringing out a paper.


"Yes, I did, although it wasn't easy," James said, handing the paper to Sophia, who looked at it with a smile appearing on her face.


"Thanks," Sophia appreciated.


"It's nothing, as far as it's about Arizona," James replied.


"Prepare what I'll be needing; I'll be leaving tomorrow morning," Sophia announced.


James looked at her with raised eyebrows.


"Isn't it too early? What about your parents?" James questioned.


"It's not too early, and my parents don't care about me anymore, so I don't think that should be a problem," Sophia replied.


"But Phie, you need a perfect plan for this; you can't just go there like that. We're talking about a lion's den," James said.


"My sister is in that lion's den, all because of my parents!" Sophia snapped.


"But you aren't sure yet," James replied.


"Whatever," Sophia rolled her eyes. "Let's start planning; I must leave tomorrow."


James shrugged his shoulders.


"Anything you say," He replied, and with that, they started planning.


As they pored over the details, Sophia's determination grew.


She would stop at nothing to rescue me, her sister.


But little did she know, the lion's den held more secrets than she bargained for.