CHAPTER 78
"Get up." Amara looked confusedly at two men towering over her. Dressed in black clothes and scary tattoos.
A deep frown formed on her face, accompanied by a sense of discomfort and unease.
Having remained in a stationary state for a long duration of nearly a day or so, her legs had gradually succumbed to a numbing sensation, rendering them almost unresponsive to her commands.
Thus, when she attempted to move, her steps were unsteady and unstable, causing her to stumble momentarily.
The guard hastily and instinctively reached out, swiftly grasping her arm.
With a swift motion, he began to lead her towards the door with an undeniable urgency.
A sudden surge of panic forcefully swept over her entire being, overwhelming her senses and plunging her further into a state of trepidation.
It was as if a new, more potent wave of fear had washed over her, intensifying the gravity of the situation.
As her gaze frantically scanned the surroundings, her eyes inevitably locked with the piercing stare of another man making his way towards them.
He seemed like he must be in his fifties.
Wearing a suit and a heavy frown on his face.
The convergence of these alarming situations heightened her sense of vulnerability and impending danger, amplifying her already heightened fear.
Each passing moment seemed to stretch into eternity as her mind raced, grappling with the realization that escaping unscathed from this dangerous encounter would require immense courage.
"Where are you taking me?" She struggled, kicking her legs in the air as the old gave her a pointed look.
"Tie her." Amara looked startlingly between them before she broke out into a hysterical mess. With all her strength she kicked the guard but her struggles were in vain before the guard pushed her to the wall and grabbed her throat.
"Wh-HEY! NO WAIT!" She looked horrified as the old man pulled out a syringe.
"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!" She cried loudly cursing the heavens for making her this weak.
Even if she wanted, she couldn't take both of them down.
Not to mention how her hands were tied and even if she managed to escape, there were more of them.
She shook her head pleadingly as the old man gave an unsure look at the guard.
"Hurry the fuck up! We don't have the whole day." He growled. She gasped as she felt air knocking out of her lungs.
The guard sighed loudly before throwing the syringe side and grabbed the gag and a blindfold. The old man gave him a frustrated look.
"NO! NO! PLEA-ummm!" He stopped her cries placing a gag into her mouth.
Amara ’ s heart pounded loudly in her chest, drowning out all other sounds as she felt the darkness slowly suffocating her.
The sensation of the dark cloth tightly wrapped around her eyes hindered her vision, leaving her disoriented and vulnerable.
With every step, her entire body was jolted as the guard forcefully grasped her trembling arm and pulled her forward without any explanation.
Fear once again seized hold of Amara, tightening its grip on her racing thoughts. Her sense of security shattered, she was left feeling utterly defenseless against the impending horrors that awaited her.
Descending the stairs became a hassle. The sheer terror coursing through her veins caused her legs to wobble, threatening to give way beneath her at any moment. Each uncertain step she took seemed like a small failure, despite the constant struggle to maintain her balance and composure.
As she descended further and further down the seemingly endless flight of stairs, Amara’s mind became a tumultuous storm of desperate questions.
Where were they taking her? What fate awaited her at the bottom?
The desperate need for answers vied with her growing panic, leaving her senses both overwhelmed and numbed by the intensity of her emotions.
Thoughts spun in her mind like a relentless carousel, clouding her judgment and making each precarious step a heart-stopping endeavor. She was acutely aware of her fragile state, her very existence teetering on the edge of the unknown.
Despite her best efforts, the weight of the darkness and the overwhelming uncertainty continued to chip away at her resolve, threatening to crumble every ounce of strength she had left.
With every stumble and falter, she could feel her grip on reality slipping, a gnawing fear persistently gnawing at her core.
Time seemed to elongate, stretching each agonizing second into eternity as they dragged her down the stairs. She couldn't help but wonder if she would ever escape from this abyss, or if she would be forever consumed by the ominous veil of the unknown.
She knew they were outside when warm rays of sun hit her bare arms, and the autumn breeze caressed her elbows. She showed resistance throughout the way, but the man holding her was steeped down,
Amara’s heart skipped a beat as a rush of adrenaline surged through her body upon hearing a distinct, all-too-familiar sound - the powerful roar of a helicopter resonating in her ears.
The intensity of the noise triggered an immediate reaction within her, igniting her instincts to fight even harder against the restraints that bound her.
As her mind raced with questions and apprehensions, she couldn't help but wonder: where were they taking her away to?
The anticipation and fear mingled within her, fueling an urgent desire to escape from the unknown fate that awaited her at the end of this airborne journey.
As the guard’s grip on her arms began to loosen, she couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and confusion.
The brief reprieve was abruptly interrupted as she found herself being lifted off the ground and carefully placed into the awaiting helicopter.
The rush of emotions within her caused her heart to race with trepidation, each beat echoing the questions swirling in her mind.
Her thoughts drifted back to Kaelith and his reassuring words.
He had promised that nothing would ever harm her, but now she couldn't shake the nagging doubts that crept into her consciousness.
Were his words mere gestures, empty promises meant to provide temporary calm?
Where was he when she needed him the most?
The yearning for his presence, the longing for the safety she had once found in his embrace, overwhelmed her, leaving a tangible void within her soul.
She couldn't help but reminisce about the times when she felt secure in their shared moments, the warmth of his arms enveloping her, providing solace in times of distress.
It had been a sanctuary from the chaos of the world, a haven that she never thought she would have to face the possibility of losing.
The absence of his protective embrace was painfully evident, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
The ache for his presence intensified, her heart yearning for the comfort and reassurance that only he could provide. She longed for their intertwined hands, the strength of their unity, and the unspoken promise of unwavering protection.
"Tie her." She heard the old man’s voice as she felt someone grabbing her and tying her to the seat. "You know what you have to do, right?” He ordered.
"Rest assured." The guard nodded.
"We're ready, sir." The man settled beside her as the old man also settled with Abigail beside him who just looked at Amara. He felt his heart pounding loudly as he looked at her, she was going to be his eventually. He recalled his conversation with his father.
Abigail found himself ready to say something when a sudden and jarring noise shattered the peace.
The unexpected crash pierced the air, causing Amara to feel an immediate tension coursing through their body.
The very essence of their existence seemed to momentarily freeze, suspended in an unnerving stillness.
It was as though time itself held its breath for an infinitesimal second, only to give way to a tumultuous storm of commotion and disorder.
Several vehicles roared and echoed in the air as Abigail cursed.
"Fuck!"
A heavy and seemingly endless pause hung in the air, consuming the trembling atmosphere. It was during that chilling silence she suddenly felt her body surrendering to gravity, tilting and careening to the side as the weight of something immense collided with the helicopter.
The force of this impact was so strong that even Abigail and his father, who had neglected to secure their seat belts, were sent hurtling downwards alongside her.
Their bodies, now at the mercy of the chaotic forces at play, collided violently with the cold metal door, further intensifying the excruciating pain coursing through her as she sensed her very bones shattering under the immense physical strain imposed upon them.
Meanwhile, the helicopter now succumbed to the relentless forces of gravity, careening and flipping to the side, its descent mirrored by the turmoil she felt inside