While she is tied up to the chair, her hands and feet are bound within the tight ropes. She is unable to move and fear is taking over her mind as she grasps the handles of the wooden chair. He is pacing back and forth, with his face hiding behind the mask, and his blue eyes sparkling in the dark. She is kidnapped by a stranger and she is not sure what he is going to do with her. The thought of being abducted by an unfamiliar person not only makes her stiffly scared of her place but also her heart has almost stopped beating. Her heart races as she wakes up to the harsh reality of her situation. Disoriented and terrified, she finds herself in an unfamiliar place, bound and helpless. The cold, damp surroundings of her confined space only amplify the fear that courses through her veins.The realization of being abducted hits her like a heavyweight, and a mix of emotions floods her mind. Panic, confusion, and disbelief swirl together, making it hard to think clearly. Questions race throug

Terry Nashville leaves the race track and hops into his car, his mind in a daze, lost in thoughts, he starts to drive his way back home. He navigates the darkened road, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. Rain pelts against the windshield, creating a distorted view of the world outside. The rhythmic sound of raindrops hitting the car's roof and windows fills the air, creating an eerie symphony that mingles with the hum of the engine. The moments of his argument with his brother cross his mind, giving him a sense of anxiety. He still empathises with his younger brother but knowing him well, he is aware that Jay’s intentions were not pure. The headlights cut through the thick curtains of rain, illuminating the immediate path ahead, but beyond that, the world is shrouded in darkness. The beams of light reflect off the rain-soaked road, creating a glistening, slippery surface that adds an extra layer of caution to his journey.The windshield wipers work tirelessly, sweeping bac

In a tiny cottage in a small neighborhood, the atmosphere is quite constrained and Lola and Henry are having an argument. While the husband is trying his best to calm her down, the woman is constantly asking for her daughter. “I don’t know, Henry. I have a feeling that something is wrong with my daughter. I want you to go and bring her back.” Henry takes a deep sigh, it is been an hour or two since he is trying to calm her down but all she does is become anxious. He calls Nathan and his parents at his house only for Lola who is still apprehensive about Nora. When Nathan arrives with his mother, he is silently sitting on the sofa, letting his mother talk to the sick woman. “Lola, you are still sick - please, relax.” Lola cannot get out of bed, she is bedridden otherwise she could have walked herself to the mansion only to see if her daughter is alright. Right now, no one is really listening to her, that is what makes her annoyed. “No, Tilly, you don’t understand. With this storm so lo

In a quiet and dimly lit room, a sense of stillness hangs heavy in the air. The woman lays on her deathbed, her frail form nestling among layers of soft, pristine sheets. Her once vibrant and lively countenance has been replaced by the pale pallor of illness, and her breathing comes in shallow, labored gasps. “Lola…hold on, my love. The doctor is on the way -” with a low concerning voice, Henry is continuously caressing her wrinkled hand. He is making promises to her, assuring her that he will bring Nora back. “Nora is on the way too. She is coming.”The room is filled with a gentle hush, as loved ones are gathered nearby, their faces etching with a mixture of sorrow and acceptance. A few faces encircles her, leaning in with tender expressions, providing comfort and support during her final moments. Except Henry everyone is aware that Lola is taking her final breaths, it is time for her to go - if the doctor doesn’t arrive on time, she might not be able to survive for long. Knowing th

The terrified girl is reclining on a worn-out couch, tears streaming down her face, her eyes red and puffy. Her frustration and annoyance fill the air, making the atmosphere heavy with tension. She clutches the collar of her shirt in her trembling hands, desperately trying to wipe away the evidence of her distress. In the midst of her tears, her gaze shifts to the figure of a young man standing before her. His face displays a mix of confusion and concern, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips are slightly parted. He is taken aback by the sight of her tears, not fully comprehending the extent of her emotional turmoil.It seems like he has come back to his senses completely - a mixture of regret and shame covers his entire face that she can’t seem to notice. Hiding his emotions behind the dark-colored mask, Jay Nashville’s eyes are burning with repentance. Seeing her almost naked body covered with bruises, he feels his heart sinking down to the deepest ends of the ocean. ‘What the fuck di