'You can't keep me caged, Romero. I am free.'
The words rang in my ears again through murk followed by a masculine scream. The scream made my otherwise stiff body jerk. The outcry wasn't ear piercing or traumatizing but laced with despair and longing. A scream enveloped in covers of obscurity echoes from afar. A scream, begging for one last chance.
A lover beckoning his love to come back.
Suddenly, an intense pain exploded in my skull when I tried to focus on those last words, tried to hold them in order to jump out of this shadowy abyss.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
What is that?
A shaky breath escaped my mouth while I tried to move. But as if a mountain was resting over my body, I failed to even shiver. The limbs felt jammed and stiff. Another wave of pain shot right above my eyebrows, making me wince. I tried to open my eyes earning failure. They were glued to budge.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The same annoying sound reached my ears once again and this time, I was able to tilt my head a little. I can hear my heart beats clearly now as well as every ragged breath leaving my lungs. A bitter taste touches my dry tongue. My parched throat constricted under the feeling of piercing needles.
Water.
I need water.
Mustering whatever power the numb body had, I opened my eyes only to be blinded by magnificent white lights. The beams of Thor attacked my sclera in tons. Immediately, the eyes fluttered closed and the throbbing pain increased.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Both the sound and pace of that vexatious sound increased making me jolt up from the bed breathing hard with eyes opened wide. Bile mounted my chest and I looked around in bewilderment. My shaky hand reached for the oxygen mask which was cupping my acidic mouth. Removing it, I took a large drag of air. The stiff body heaved with deep breaths and lost eyes wandered in the area.
I was in a room, it was unfamiliar.
This room was considerably big with grey walls and white ceiling. A medium sized chandelier was lightened at the middle. A giant dressing table was resting at the far corner and a mega-sized LCD covered the wall, in front of the bed. I was lying on a king-sized bed with various machines and medical equipment surrounding me. Needles were piercing my pale and bony arms. Slowly, I removed them one by one and tried to scurry away from the bed feeling sick and weak. My hands clutch the white cotton gown covering my body as I kept my feet on the soft carpet. Rubbing the eyes slowly to get rid of blurry vision, I tried to stand by transmitting the pressure on wobbly legs. They shook hard under the weight of a thin body, refusing to support my frame making me collapse in the next second. Thanks to the thick carpet, my body didn't gain any serious injury.
Crawling slowly, I held the bed and tried to stand again earning success this time. My body was still weak and shaking badly. It took all the power to step firmly on the cold floor without losing balance. Dark dots started to appear in my vision and I blinked the eyes several times. Slowly, dragging my sleepy body to the large doors, I clutch the metallic golden knob and turn it. With a click, the doors opened escorting me out. Crimson jute carpet clashed with my pale feet as I stumble forward and looked around in confusion. My breath hitched and eyes gawked at surroundings that rivaled some castle. Every corner was glowing.
Suddenly, a loud clatter reverberated in the silent hallways making me jump in shock. My head whipped in the direction of the noise and in the swift process, I lost my balance and fell on my rump. A short woman, who was wearing black frock under a white apron, stared at me wide-eyed. Her mouth was open ajar and expression mirrored that of hysteria. The contents of the tray, she must be holding a few moments ago were splattered all around the carpet, despoiling it. I gulped in anxiety, feeling lightheaded. Then she screamed bloody murder while backing away in a pillar. I flinched at her shrill voice. It struck hard on my numb ears.
The doors beside the room from where I escaped earlier, opens with a loud thud.
Three alarmed men wearing elegant suites and powerful aura step out to access the situation of the shaking woman, but they all froze the moment their eyes landed on me. The sharp intake of breaths was heard before a navy-blue clothed man, standing in the middle of two, saunters forward, seeming shocked. I stared at his angelic features in turmoil as his dark eyes scan my appearance. He kneels in front of me and cups my face in his warm palms, looking worried. Something dark flashes his features before he glared at the other man and yells.
"Call the doctor, now."
I frowned hearing his voice and compared it with the haunting scream from my dream. They were similar. Within no time, he scooped me up in his arms bridal style like I weigh nothing and marched towards the same room from where I departed.
"Crystal, baby. Are you okay? Talk to me." He mumbles while laying me on the bed gently and darkness starts to consume my mind once again. His words faded with surroundings and I closed my eyes thinking,
'Who is Crystal?'
A month later...A mild ache in my backbone and limbs brought me to conscious. I blinked my heavy eyelids a few times to adjust against striking light scattered in the room. My throat felt parched in dryness and I started coughing. The mere action made me squeamish and burned the empty stomach. Hell Immediately, two arms wrapped around my shoulders making me sit and rubbed my back soothingly. My spinning head rested on the shoulder of the owner and eyes tear in misery. "Water," I whispered roughly not finding my voice. It was all blurred, the surroundings. A cool glass was pressed against my lips and I took a small gulp but winced at the cutting sensation. It felt like someone has stabbed me directly in the oesophagus.
RussiaThe smoke of expensive cigar fogs the entire room. Even when it clogs the throats of four men, none of them dared to open their mouths in protest. The moment they entered the study of the greatest Mafia boss, they made sure to leave all rationality behind. No one comes here to open their mouth or judge the ice-cold man sitting behind the giant desk. All they have to do is bow their heads, answer what's questioned and follow the orders religiously. One mistake can cost them a bullet on the forehead within a fraction of seconds.The four bulky men stood taunt at a good level of 6ft with their backs straight and wearing black suits. Their frosted eyes rested on the grey carpet under their feet. Sweat beads dripped from their forehead as the Godfather of the underworld, Svetozar Volkov barked orders in Russian. Even
Crystal"Crystal.""Crystal."A profound voice gently knocks the door of darkness which was trapping me and showed me conscious. I quailed feeling someone shaking my shoulder. "Wake up. We are here. We are at home." My eyes instantly popped open and I sat straight in my seat bubbling with excitement. "We are here?" I asked rubbing my sleepy eyes and yawned behind my palm. Valentine chuckles and combed the hairs which were falling on my eyes. They were messy due to sleeping for hours. I was knocke
RussiaThe silence was thick in the air, chocking the throats of men like a poisonous serpent. The entire room was dark except for a bulb hanging from the ceiling at the centre of a round table. Don Volkov dragged his cigar and released the puff of smoke in the air. His eyes were distant, lost in thoughts. A gun rested in his palm. Bloody spots decorated his coat and right side of the face. Ricardo was sitting at his left, looking unfazed of what happened a few seconds ago. He rubbed his eyebrow in irritation. Just because of Don's presence he was here, otherwise, the man has no interest in registering this show of power and cleaning the mess. His eyes jumped on Roosevelt. Chief of team alpha. The
ValentineFate A cruel thing. All my life, I never cursed or feared it. The thought of destiny never crossed my mind. My actions and deeds never bothered me, neither the guilt crawled my spine as poisonous spiders. But now, the tentacles of lies suffocate me. Its vice grip on my throat and body is affecting my thinking capability. Every time I look at Crystal, it chokes me reminding the tortures I dawned on her. I adjusted my tie and turn towards the bed where Crystal was still sleeping. It's 2 in the morning, yet I have to go to work. In these
CrystalMorning light squinted through the parted curtains filling the room, making me groan and bury my head under the pillow. Surprisingly, there were no arms securing me at a place or limiting my movements today. Opening my eyes, I turned and greeted an empty bed. It was cold, hinting that the person left a long time ago. The 7 a.m. alarm rang on bedside table making me sit lazily and secure my wild hairs in a bun. To suppress the yawn, I brought my left hand to cover my mouth but froze immediately. If my eyes were barely open before, they widen as saucers now noticing a priceless stone shining under the glow of Sun. My lips parted in shock as slowly my fingers glided on its well-furnished
ValentineThe man in front of me gurgles on blood with tears streaming down his eyes, pathetically. A knife was jammed in his left thigh, deep enough to penetrate from another side. His once white shirt was torn and pants were covered in red. My lawyer was still busy in counting his funds, ignoring the entire scene. He played as if the two of us didn't even exist at the moment. The man in front of me is an old employee, Mr. Charles. This man was appointed to take care of the finance department about 10 years ago. When I and my men were busy in doing settlements, he was stealing a hefty amount of sum from our pockets. Until now, the bastard gulped nearly twenty million. My lawyer, Evan Tucker was busy in exploring Mr. Charles’ properties and bank balance in order to retrieve the stolen amount. People think that t
Crystal"Let me go. Let me go!" I screamed in obscurity as the foggy devil laughed watching me writhing in pain. My entire body quacked with each blow of a whip that splits open the flesh. I fought hard against those shackles but they were too heavy to move, digging in the bruised flesh, leaving my body numb. "Let me go. Valentine! Valentine!" I screamed for my husband to come for my rescue. Maybe he could hear me and chase this darkness away. My entire being roared in burning pain and head throbbed. The panic was so hard for me to lose control over the bladder. "Crystal." A frantic voice of Valentine echoed in my ears making my dying struggles resurface once again."