Sorry.
Sorry to all heroines who thought they were smart and helping only to get caught by villains. Sorry for scolding you guys. I never thought I would be among them but here I am, where exactly I don't know but in a similar situation.
My left side of the face is throbbing horribly from the hitting I took and there is something seriously wrong with my left eye which is closed shut. My body is covered in bruises. I don't know how much time has passed since my last beating. My stomach grumbles reminding me that the last thing I ate is Long gone. There is nothing in this room except the chair I’m tied to. I can hear water dripping somewhere. It's been 5 days since I’m captured. They thought they could break me, but I still have some fight left in me. I am not going to let go that easily. Whoever is doing this doesn't know me completely. I have a hunch who is behind this. I try again to loosen my hands without any success.
Suddenly I hear footsteps approaching me. I know it's not time yet for next round. Something is wrong. I take my position hunching my shoulders and looking weak. The door opens and I blink just to make sure I'm looking right. My brain is telling me something, but I'm still struck in my position. I think I took to many beatings, that's it. That must be-
' I presume my guys took care of you nicely'.
I don't know what to say, am I hallucinating?
' I know you are not that dumb; I'm talking to you'.
Finally, I could move my mouth and all I could say was ‘Why?'
“Seriously, do you think I'm going to be one of those all bad villains like in old movies and confess my crimes? Grow up. But I have to say I'm disappointed in you. I sure thought you would be able to solve it but anyways”.
And she pointed a gun right at my head. It’s funny how they say you can watch your whole life passing before your eyes at the time of death, but I didn't feel anything.
'It was nice meeting you'.
BANG.