The gunshot resonated in my ears like thunder on a stormy night, making my heart stop for an instant. I thought it was the end, that I was going to die. But then, I realized I hadn't been shot, and the trunk closed again with a loud thud that made me jump. I was lying at the bottom of the trunk, trying to catch my breath after the gunshot. When the trunk closed again, I hit my knee against the wall, but it wasn't a hard hit.
I opened my eyes and immediately heard a roar that froze my blood. It was the roar of a wild animal attacking my kidnappers. The sound was so intense that I could feel the vibrations in my chest.
"What is that? What is that?" I heard them scream, terrified. Their voices were like squeaks of trapped rats.
"It's a wolf, a giant wolf. Shoot, shoot!" I heard them respond, desperate. The gunshots sounded like a series of explosions that made me cover my ears. But I also heard growls, bites, and screams of pain that made me feel nauseous. Then, an eerie silence fell.
I remained still, unsure of what to do. The smell of blood and sweat burned my nostrils like a hot ember.
Suddenly, the trunk opened again. I slowly sat up, trying to focus my vision. In front of me, I saw a man's face with red eyes that seemed to burn with a ferocious intensity. Blood accumulated on his jaw and dripped down his neck, staining his white shirt. His face was covered in blood and sweat, and his expression was one of pure rage.
His hot, heavy breath made me feel a chill run down my spine, as if an icy snake slid down my backbone.
"Calm down, don't worry. If I wanted you dead right now, I would have done it without hesitation, you damned bitch," he said with a mocking, cruel tone. His voice was like a knife cutting through my skin.
"What... what are you? And what do you mean by bitch? You're... " I tried to respond, but he grabbed my jaw, and I felt the pressure, the pain of my skin pressed against my teeth.
His mocking laughter echoed in my ears as he pulled me out of the car. Once on the ground, I saw that the two men who had decided how to kill me just seconds ago were now nothing but bloodstains on the pavement. The smell of blood and sweat was so intense that it made me feel nauseous.
He slammed me against the road and stepped on my head, feeling an intense pain in my skull and neck. The pressure of his foot on my head made me feel like my skull was going to split in two.
His smile broadened, and he whispered in my ear: "I'm whatever you want me to be, dear." His voice was sarcastic. "And you're the damned writer who killed my sister... Now you're going to pay for it."
All I could feel was fear and desperation. "I didn't kill anyone! I don't understand what's going on. I don't care about your sister!" I said defiantly.
I took advantage of his distraction when his face was level with my ear. I elbowed him, making him release my head. Then, I kicked him in the groin and quickly stood up. I ran across the street, seeking refuge or someone who could help me. But I didn't count on him being so fast and persistent.
He caught up to me in seconds and pulled me down by my leg, throwing me to the ground again. I felt his breath on the back of my neck, and his menacing voice:
"You're not going to escape from me. I'm going to make you suffer like she suffered! That's the least you deserve."
The feeling of his breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. I tried to struggle, but he held me tight. His hand gripped my leg like a vice.
My head and neck hurt after the blow. I felt warm blood trickling down my cheek.
Suddenly, his phone started ringing. He abruptly released my leg and pulled out the phone from his pocket. He looked at the screen and frowned.
"Damn, I have to answer," he said, stepping aside. "Don't move from there, this isn't over."
He said it as if we were playing a game of cat and mouse, warning me that no matter where I ran, he would always catch up to me.
I remained still, trying to process what was happening. My mind was blank, but my body felt the pain and fear. The sunlight filtered through the trees surrounding the road, casting dark shadows on the ground. The air was filled with the scent of pine and damp earth.
As he spoke on the phone, I realized I was in a desperate situation. I had to find a way to escape before he finished the call. But how? I was alone, injured, and without options. The darkness seemed to close in around me like a trap.