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Silke Labudda

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Love is the most special and powerful feeling in the world. But sometimes, love - especially when it is not returned - can become something else... something dangerous.

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Silke Labudda

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A love story?

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Chapter One

My love

It’s dark... why is it so dark?

He opened his eyes, closed them again and opened them a second time. Still there was nothing but darkness. Damnit, what the hell... He shook his head which was immediately punished with a nagging pain that was strong enough to almost make him throw up. "God..." he uttered in a coarse voice that didn’t even seem to belong to him. There was also a weird echo that made him wonder where the hell he was. It sounded like a cave (bullshit, there are no caves anywhere around) or maybe something like an empty cellar. Yeah, that must be it. It even smells like cellar in here, he thought. Trying to get up and explore his surroundings, he soon had to learn that he wasn’t able to move. Someone had tied up his arms and legs.

 "What the fuck..." he murmured, pulling his chains, just to find that they didn’t move a single inch. What the hell was this? How did he get here? And, even more important, why?

"Hello?" he asked into the dark, not sure whether to hope for a reply or not. "Hello, is there anyone there?"

Silence. Only the soft echo of his own shaky voice. Shit! Everyone had always warned him to get a bodyguard or something similar. 'You’re famous, man - some day, some sick jerk will kidnap you if you keep walking around all on your own.' He had used to laugh at them. Why would anyone kidnap him, famous or not. Now he wished he had listened to his friends and colleagues. Someone had abducted him. He didn’t know who or why or how - the last thing he remembered was being on his way home from a drink with a friend. And now he was here in this goddamn shithole, tied to a bed or whatever it was.

"Fuck!" he uttered, again trying to free himself from his restraints with all his might. "Fuck this shit, I’m gonna..."

There! Footsteps! They were coming closer and closer and... A key was turning in a lock. He held his breath. Show your face, fucker, he thought, trembling. Show yourself, come on. When the room was suddenly filled with a bright light, he had to close his eyes due to another rush of pain that tortured his head. Winking like crazy, he tried hard to get a glimpse of the person that had just entered the room.

 When he finally did, it wasn’t quite the sight he had expected. In front of him stood a woman, no, more a girl, probably not older than twenty-five. He tried hard to recall if he had ever met her before but she didn’t look anything special - average height, weight, haircut, facial features. And damn, in his job, he got in touch with so many people that it was almost impossible to remember a single one unless they really stick out. Which this one didn’t, if you ignore the fact that she had apparently kidnapped him.

 “You’re awake”, she said in a soft voice, like she was wishing a good morning to a good friend – or even a lover.

"Who are you?" he asked, trying to keep calm even if it was damn difficult. He rather felt like yelling at the top of his lungs. "What do you want, why did you bring me here?"

The woman didn’t answer. She just looked at him with a weird happy smile.

"Listen, if this is some sick joke, I can assure you it’s not funny... untie me and let me go. So far, nothing has happened, I will just go home and not tell anyone, I..."

"Why do you want to leave already?" The softness in the womans voice surprised him. "We didn’t even have the time to get to know each other yet."

"Get to know each other? What are you talking about?"