•THEA•My heart was beating too fast as my mind went blank at the blinding lights advancing on us. The vehicle was definitely a huge truck and my life immediately started flashing before my eyes. The feel of my chest tightening partly felt like I was going through cardiac arrest as I waited for my pending doom only for the truck to disappear from my line of sight as the car jerked and I felt myself hit my forehead into the window. The unmistakable sound of the car being hit broke through my ear drum and I felt two hands grab me. We both hit something hard and I heard a sickening crack. After, it all went silent and I waited for Lucifer to greet me. "Thea?" Water splashed on my face and I opened my eyes taking in a breath. The unfocused version of the devil greeted me as his eyes glowed. Blinking a few times to clear my vision, I found myself being scrutinized by the devil, who surprisingly resembled my husband. Truly, Herman was the devil.His mouth is moving but his words sound muff

" Hey sunshine, it's Herman. I left you this cellphone for easy communication. I'm off to Russia. Return home with Burton and stay there. Your brother will be over this afternoon so you two can talk. Take care. EGV.Password: Sunshine."I stared at the peace of paper in disbelief. Ricardo and Herman? Did they work hand in hand to eliminate my parents? Shaking my head at my silliness, I glanced at the cellphone beside me again. Password Sunshine. Is that what defines me? Shaking my head, I picked it up and opened it. Surprise immediately enveloped me as the inside of this phone was like a carbon copy of mine. He synced them? That son of a motherfucker!Sighing I pressed a call to my sister's IG and waited for her to pick up. After a few minutes, Molly's beautiful face came up on the screen. "Thea? Is that you?" She asked, squinting her eyes like a grandma."Yes, it's me." She pulled the phone back and I caught a glimpse of a baby sacking on to her boob before she lifted the camera

Date: 11th August 2022Time: 9:30 P.M - 10:50 P.MThe date and time at the corner got me thinking as I watched the gruesome video that was somehow familiar. A masked man walked in and spoke. "I want them all dead!" He commanded his men and they started killing everyone after some sort of argument. My parents remained on the couch as still as statues. The movements of the masked man looked forced and with the way he spoke, he sounded like he was trying to hard.I watched the video intently not blinking even when my parents were shot dead. The man was talking too much and how he moved wasn't the way my husband moves. I could see the difference really clear and the date on the screen makes Herman's involvement in the matter rather off. I believe we got married on the seventh because when I had checked my cellphone that day Herman had forcefully undressed me at my parents house, it was the eighth. And if we left a few hours later into the night, I'm sure by the eleventh I was in NYC."T

THEA.The slow and smooth rumble of an engine working slowly drew me out of unconsciousness to a reality I swear I didn't want to live in. When my eyes opened, what first came into view was an empty crate, painted a murky green colour that resembles puke. Or maybe it's just me who wants to puke. My tummy churned and the emptiness of it there of made the nauseous feeling more portent.I gagged, but couldn't dispose the hot disgusting air that wanted to escape my body because of the dirty cloth covering my mouth. "She's awake!" A man shouted from wherever, in a language I knew so well. "Good..." Another said in the same tongue in a more slimy manner that it made my body erupt in goosebumps of disgust."She's Verlice's bitch, don't even think about it," a more gruff and commanding voice spoke now, silencing the two other men. The stack of crates In front of me moved a second later and I found myself staring at a hideous face. The man had only one eye working, the other was completely

I want to die.This part of my life isn't something I'm willing to walk through once more and as I stared at my therapist seated looking at me expectant, I relent and let out a tired sigh. We had been meeting since the kidnapping, my parents death and everything that had happened to me within the course of last year. Pulling at the sleeves of my jersey, I looked up at her as a tear escaped me for reliving what happened to me hurt and what hurt more is that, the man had the same striking features as the man I love but choose to not be with."Thea, you can trust me," Ashley Baker, my therapist said, waiting for me to narrate the story of my brokenness.Taking in a deep breath, I opened my mouth and traveled back to that day I woke up next to the demon that raised my husband."....... I was so confused. I-i didn't know what was it I was to do. He then started feeding me lies of our life together and how I got married to him. For about a week I believed him and he kept our relationship re