Episode 4
Alex and Evan reach the convenience store near the laboratory.
Alex Johnson
We should check the cameras nearby.
Evan Johnson
You're right, brother.
Alex Johnson
Hm… I will check the cameras of the convenience store.
Evan Johnson
I will check the camera of the laboratory's exit and the buildings nearby.
Alex Johnson
Go ahead. Call me if you find anything.
Evan Johnson
Same, brother.
Both nod and walk towards their specific destinations.
Alex enters the convenience store and asks the manager for the videos from the camera outside the store. There was no sign of his sister, as if she evaporated in the air. He felt dejected and disappointed. Nothing seemed to make sense now. But, his brother called him at the exact moment.
Evan Johnson
📲 Brother, you need to come to the security desk of AMA building.
Evan Johnson
📲 The one just in front of the zebra crossing.
Evan sounded worried. Alex tucks his phone in his coat, gestures a thank you to the manager of the store and exists.
He crosses the road and enters the AMA building.
He rushes to the security desk, which was on the right side.
Alex Johnson
Did you find anything?
Evan Johnson
I found something concerning.
Alex takes a deep breath, calming himself. Evan pats his brother's shoulder, although he knew it wasn't going to help, because something serious has happened.
Evan Johnson
Watch the video.
Evan gestures to a computer screen. Alex stares at it, noticing everything, the time, the place, the person in the video. His eyes widen.
Both the brothers rush outside.
What did they see in the video? Only Alex and Evan know.
I wake up with a headache. I try to touch my head, but I couldn't move my arms. Also, I am blindfolded.
Isla Johnson
Ahh!! Why....why....are....my hands... tie....tied? My head....my...my eyes...
My wrists ached, and my throat was dehydrated. Now I can't even speak, escaping is out of option.
But my spirit to save myself was still. I try to move my legs, they weren't tied. I pace back and forth on the bed I was tied to, in order to free myself.
Isla Johnson
Yes...yes...if....if.... I can just....
I try to stumble down from the bed, but I was in the middle.
Isla Johnson
Come....come on....Isla....yes...just a little.....yes....a little....
It is the voice of the masked man. Since when, he was here?
He chuckles at me, as I freeze at the spot.
Who?
Aren't you going to try? Again??
Who?
Come on, motivate yourself and try, although you can't do anything....
Who?
It feels good to see you wriggling and struggling.
I form a fist due to fear, grabbing the sheets. He was here from the start.
Tears flow from my eyes. The blindfold starts to get wet. I whimper as no words come out.
My life starts to play in my head. My family and friends appear and the sweet moments we shared.
Is this how a person feels when he's about to die?
Who?
Why are you crying? I didn't do anything until now. Cry, when you are supposed to, little birdie.
He asks me mockingly, teasing me along on my pathetic condition.
But my whimpers continue.
My breath hitches as I hear the cracking of glasses. Did he throw something? Is he angry?
Who?
I ASKED YOU TO FUCKING STOP!!!
Who?
ONE MORE WHIMPER AND YOU WILL REGRET BEING BORN AT THIS VERY MOMENT!!!
Who?
I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE HELL BUT I PLAN TO DO IT SLOWLY!!!
Who?
TORTURE YOU ENOUGH UNTIL YOU BEG FOR DEATH!!!
Who?
BUT IF YOU WANT IT RIGHT NOW, THEN WHIMPER ONCE MORE!!!
Who?
COME ON LITTLE BIRDIE, TRY ME!!!
My heart sank hearing his words.
My saliva gets stuck in my throat.
But my tears didn't stop.
Someone, please save me!!!
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