TWENTY NINE

It's dark.

Nothing but emptiness and loneliness.

So dark is all my eyes could see. The only time is when bright white light casts its rays and blinds me as black silhouettes appear.

There are no faces except menacing red eyes. Their bodies are the color of the darkroom. I couldn't tell what they were thinking.

"Grab her," says one in a husky, dark female tone, almost demonic.

My whole body trembles in fear. I let out a cry, but no voice came out. It is as if I lost my ability to speak. Another dark figure follows the one with the red eyes that had ordered and dragged me out, unsure where they take me. The weaker I've become, the more I open my mouth to protest, forcing the voice within me to resurrect. I fought to break free, but his slender hands were tight around my waist like a heavy chain, unbreakable. No matter how hard I struggled, it was too late.

I was thrown off and landed on something soft. The place is still the same as the previous room. Dark and cold. My heart is beating