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Andrew's POV:

"I am not killing you now. Your death depends on the answer you give. Better choose your words wisely." He says as he clicks the hammer before sliding the slider of the pistol.

I stay silent, not knowing how to respond. He shoves the muzzle on my forehead and asks angrily,

"What happened here and where were you?"

"I-I don't know exactly but suddenly the alarms started ringing and then Melissa asked me to check on Ella. And I-"

"And you like a fool went to Ella instead of guarding Melissa." He roars and runs his left hand through his hair.

He is angry, and that too at another level. There is pain, hurt, anger, sadness painted all over his face. He is not himself right now. I can feel the heat radiating off him. He has never been so furious, and seeing him like this is completely new for me. He doesn't look like the strong Blake I once knew, he instead looks weak, tired, and broken. I know Melissa is very important to him, but something's off. There is more to his sadness which he is hiding.

He pushes the muzzle on my forehead which draws me out of my thoughts and I realize that I must say something before the bullet draws a hole in my head. I can't be lucky every time, can I?

"I locked the door before leaving the room. And you said to me that the lock can only be opened by us, I mean you and me. So I thought she will be safe and so I went down to the first floor but then lights went off." I look at his expressions which never change. He is absorbing all my words like a sponge and he will squeeze me like one if I say something wrong.
Choosing my words wisely, I continue,

"I called the security but no response. That's when I started running back to the second floor with the phone's flashlight. But before I could reach the second floor, I met him."

"Met who?" He asks in a dangerously low tone.

"I-I didn't saw his face. He was wearing a mask but he popped suddenly in front of me. I was taken aback and he snatched my phone and threw it before kicking me into the stomach. I tumbled down the stairs to the first floor. It was completely dark, I scrambled to my feet but he kicked me again and I fell once again. He stabbed me with the knife and gave me an envelope. After that, I don't remember anything." I sigh.

"What envelope and where it is?" He asks with a raised brow.

"I-I don't know." I muster courage and say. One wrong answer today and I will be dead in a matter of seconds. But I can't help it. I don't know where it went. All I remember is that before fainting I was having it on my lap. But I don't know if he will trust me. But I think he does as he pulls away the gun and tucks it in his back.

"Samuel, did you find any envelope near Andrew when you took him to the cell?" He speaks into the phone but his eyes are glued to me.

"Bring it to me, down in the basement."

Samuel enters the room with an envelope in his hand. He hands it over to Blake and walks out of the room.

Blake rips open the envelope and a paper falls down e floor. He picks it up and reads it. He looks insanely furious. The paper crumbles as he scrunches the paper with his fingers. The door slams shut as he walks out of the room, leaving me all alone.

Melissa's POV:

"H-hello, please help. I- I am kidnapped. I d-don't know where I am. H-he will come back in few minutes please help me. He will k-kill me. P-ple....." The phone breaks into pieces as he throws it on the floor.

"Well well well! What did I say about betraying me, kitten?" He stares right into my tears-filled eyes.

"I- I was I...." Nothing comes out of my mouth. I am too scared to say anything. My legs are glued to the floor. My body shivers as I imagine my future.

"If you want to leave me then okay, let's do it."

He walks towards the drawer and pulls out his gun before pointing it at my forehead.

"If you are not going to be mine then fine, just die. I can't see you with anyone else if it's not me. Die, My Love." With the last sentence, a tear slips his eye.

I close my eyes, trying to imagine my family. Me and Rose playing in the backyard while my mom and dad barbequing the chicken. We all were a happy family. I love you all.

And with that, a loud gunshot rings in my ears. I could feel a shiver run down my spine. I wait for the pain and blood to ooze out of my body but it never happens.

I open my eyes and see him, Blake. His body slowly falling on the floor with blood oozing out the side of his head. My eyes turn wide, my hands tremble. He looks at me with so much pain in his eyes. His lips move slowly as if he is trying to say something.

"I-I love..... And with that, his eyes shut.

Tears well up in my eyes I don't know why, my heart feels heavy but I can't be helping him now. This is my chance. I can escape from this hell. I scramble to my feet and start running. I run out of his room. Thankfully no one is guarding his house. It's as if God is on my side today. I sprint to the main door with hopes of escaping this never-ending hell.

"Where do you think you are going? I killed him for you. And now that he is gone, you are mine, only mine."

He growls into my ear as he wraps his hands around my waist from the back and slams my back into his hard chest.

"No no no please let me go.. this can't be happening. Not now....please, please... " I yell and whine as I wriggle in his tight grip.

"Mel wake up. Mel, it's a dream, wake up. Melissa, wake..."

My eyes shoot open as I hear Blake shouting. I look at my surroundings and then at him. My body is covered with sweat and my breathing is irregular.

I try getting up but my body aches like hell. As if someone broke my bones. He helps me get up and gives me a glass of water. I gulp it down in one go as my throat feels so dry.

"It was just a dream it's alright. I am here no one can come here. "

All the memories of that unknown guy eating my neck like an animal flooded my mind. Anger takes over me. And I look at Blake with rage-filled eyes.

I slap him hard on his cheek. He looks back at me with pity instead of anger. I slap him one more time and I keep going until my hand starts paining.

"It's all because of you. If only you hadn't kidnapped me, I would have never had to go through this. It's all your fault." I cry out.

He gently pulls me into a hug and strokes my hair softly.

"Shush! I know I failed to protect you and I know sorry won't suffice for this. But believe me, I will catch that son of a bitch and torture him until he begs me to kill him."

I break the hug and look at him. His eyes are filled with guilt. My eyes land on his hands which are covered with cuts and bruises.

"You need rest now. You need food, you have been sleeping for three days. I will bring you the lunch here."

My eyes grow big but before I say something he walks out of the room.

Blake's POV:

"It's been freaking three days and you still haven't found him," I yell at Samuel.

"I am sorry sir. We are trying. We..."

"So you are telling me that you can't even find a single piece of information about him till now?"

"I am sorry sir. But he is like a ghost. He left no traces behind. But we are try..."

"Get me that bastard in 24 hours. Your time starts now." I order him.

"Sir what should I do with them and Andrew?"

"Burn them alive."

"Sir A-Andrew also?

"N-no I have tortured him enough already. Untie him and tell him to take a leave for one week. He needs time to heal those deep salted wounds."

"O-okay sir."

I throw the glass at the wall, which I didn't realize was in my hand.

It breaks into pieces and as I look at those broken shards of glass which looks like my insides. He killed my dad, he harmed my girl, because of him I tortured my best friend. And that note from that envelope keeps running in the back of my mind.

"Oh, Blake! Can't even protect your father? How will you protect your girl?
It's about time that you realize that you are next. But just so you know, I won't kill you this easily like I killed your dad. You should not have been born in the first place. It all happened because of you. And yeah, I can see you. Even now when you are reading this. I have eyes and ears everywhere like you do. And lastly, hugs and kisses for Melissa. She smells so good. Her touch was so soft. Anyways, not many days left, she is going to be mine soon. Convey my love to her. And one more news for you. Her parents are coming next week. Tomorrow you will get a parcel. Dig into it and get answers about your mother's death. It all started from there. Bye. We will meet soon.

"Wait for your death. Let's see who will die first."

A/N:
Okay, guys so after a long time. Sorry for the very late update...

What mysteries will unfold?
Her parents are coming?
Will there be any chances for her to find her freedom back?
And who is this mystery guy who knows everything about Blake?

Stay tuned for the next chapter!
Thank you!
Stay safe!