A letter to the post man

Geynie was tied to a chair, her wrists bound tightly with coarse, frayed rope that dug into her skin. The dim, flickering firelight illuminated the sweat dripping down her face as she struggled against her restraints. Across the cave, Damian stood by the fire, holding an iron rod in his hands. The rod glowed a menacing orange as he slowly heated it, his eyes cold and emotionless.

Around him lay an assortment of weapons—knives, chains, and other crude instruments of torture. It was a chilling sight, each tool seemingly chosen with care to inflict maximum pain.

I couldn't let this happen. But what could I possibly do?

Then the horrifying truth dawned on me.

This had been Damian's plan all along.

He had orchestrated every detail of this night—the secluded location, the trap, even my involvement. It was all so carefully calculated. He had set it up so the blame would inevitably fall on me.

The police would think it was me who had lured Geynie here. That it was my hand behind her suffering. Damian had created the perfect crime, and I had walked right into it.

A wave of nausea hit me as I glanced at Geynie. Her face was pale, but her eyes burned with anger and defiance. Despite the situation, she still fought, refusing to give in.

Was she right? Could Damian really be the monster she claimed he was?

My thoughts snapped back to the present as Damian pulled the rod from the fire, its tip glowing with searing heat.

Without hesitation, he pressed it against Geynie's arm.

Her scream ripped through the cave, raw and full of agony.

I covered my mouth with trembling hands to stifle my own gasp. The acrid smell of burning flesh filled the air, making my stomach churn.

I had been in her shoes before. I knew this pain all too well.

I had to help her. But how?

"You know I don't deserve this!" Geynie spat through gritted teeth, her voice trembling but fierce. "You find pleasure in my pain, don't you? Well, I won't give you the satisfaction, you psycho!"

Damian's expression darkened, his jaw tightening.

"You'll pay for what you did to Dev," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You'll suffer just like he did. Do you even understand how much pain you caused him? He died in my arms—helpless, broken. Because of you!"

"Speak of a psycho?" Geynie shot back, her lips curling into a defiant sneer. "You're the psycho, Damian! I didn't kill Dev—it was his stupidity that ended his life!"

Her words were cut short as Damian slapped her across the face, the sound echoing through the cave.

The force of the blow left a red mark on her cheek, stark against her pale skin. The firelight flickered, casting eerie shadows that made the scene even more grotesque.

"Shut up!" Damian roared, his voice shaking with rage. "Don't you dare speak nonsense about Dev!"

He stormed off into another part of the cave, leaving Geynie gasping for breath.

This was my chance.

I crept closer, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure it would give me away. My hands were clammy with sweat as I debated my next move.

But before I could act, Damian returned.

In his hands was a length of wire coiled around a small device with a blinking red light. My heart sank as I realized what it was—a bomb.

He crouched in front of Geynie, his movements precise and methodical. The wire glinted in the firelight as he tied it securely around her waist, attaching it to the chair.

"Now try to escape," he said coldly. "The moment you move, it'll blow you to pieces. And me along with you."

He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "I don't care if I die. At least I'll have avenged my brother."

Geynie's tears mixed with sweat as they streamed down her face. Despite her fear, her eyes still held a glimmer of defiance.

I stood frozen behind the boulder, my mind racing. How could I possibly help her now?

The blinking red light was a constant reminder of the danger. My breaths came in shallow gasps as panic threatened to consume me.

I hated myself for being so gullible. For trusting Damian. For bringing Geynie here.

Time crawled by, each second stretching into an eternity. Damian leaned against the cave wall, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable.

As the fire burned lower, the cave grew darker, the shadows deeper.

Finally, Damian's head tilted back slightly, his breathing slowing. Was he asleep?

I strained to listen, my heart racing. His breaths were steady and even.

This was my chance.

But fear gripped me, rooting me to the spot. What if I made a mistake? What if I triggered the bomb?

I glanced at Geynie. Hoping she would catch sight of me .

I couldn't let her down.

Steeling myself, I prepared to act.