THE REJECTED LUNA

I screamed in shock, as I tried to process what was happening.

At this point I got scared for my life as I made my way under the desk in fear. "We are looking for Laura" I heard the man say with a firm voice. Everyone was scared to the nerves because he held a loaded gun. Of course no one was willing to take the risk of challenging him at all. 

The civilians present could only way flat on the floor as the shook with great fear in there nerves. I could not move from under the desk knowing fully that they were her for me.

But come to think of it, who disclosed my location. I never spoke with anybody the previous night and this morning too. As I hid under the office desk, they forcefully pushed the door open.

I saw two men heavily masked. I tried to make a run at this moment but it was a hopeless attempt. They caught me as they pointed the gun out my head ready to pull the trigger if I made a move. This sent shivers through my body and I could feel the goose bumps all over me.

I could not do anything at this moment but stand quietly and succumb to their request. I quietly followed them to their truck as they masked me and drove off. I could sense the car moving east over a few miles and then we made a stop. 

They unmasked my face as they pushed me out of the van. It was in the middle of nowhere and I could never locate my way home. I was not with my phone here or any communication device. They carried me into the lonely building in front. 

I felt like throwing up as I saw a huge sight of massacres litres around in a pool of blood. It was a bad sight to behold. Heads separated from their bodies and ready to be buried off.

They made me sit on a wooden chair as they tied my hands and legs. I could not struggle now, not in the middle of this situation. They might just decide to kill me. My thoughts grew wild and seemed loud. 

In front of me was a wood slicing machine. It was all stained with blood and immediately knew that they used it most times to torture their victims. I sat in the chair wondering what they wanted of me but being cautious not to try anything funny. 

"Do you need money" asking with trembling fear. He paid a deaf ear and just stood like a log of wood in front of me. I presumed that he was waiting for his boss. My guess was right, a tall, muscular man walked in. He had blonde hair and a fine shade if blonde hair covered his jaw. 

It's not what you're thinking. How would I be thinking of admiring someone who posed a threat to my life at this moment? All I could think of right now was the reason I was tied to a chair in such a dangerous zone. 

He took a seat right in front of me, "Beautiful Laura" leaning towards me as he blew the smoke of his cigarette on my face. I coughed lightly paying full attention to what he had to say. He stayed his intentions as being confidential.

They forcefully brought a young girl to my front. He held her neck softly as he touched the vein that went through her neck while holding a dagger in the other hand. I could not help but watch her sob softly while shaking in his arms. 

He slowly took the dagger and slit her throat open. "You will be seeing more of this" he said, walking out of the scene as he ordered them to pack up her body. 

This left me in serious shock and confusion as I tried to understand why I was in this treacherous condition. This was a nightmare for me as I had no idea what would happen to me the next minute.

I sat quietly, looking at the pool of bloody massacre right in front of my eyes. It was truly a scary scene to behold. Thoughts as to how I would escape from the den of these kidnappers kept running through my head. "If only I wasn't carefully watched by this man" I pondered, giving him a firm stare. 

He positioned himself directly in front of me, which would make him notice me if I made any move. I gave up on any effort to escape and decided to accept my uncomfortable fate.

Fear of being raped again seemed to torment my head. I have not recovered from the trauma of the last incident, and being raped here could well lead me to suicide. The pain is too much for me to bear as I thought to myself.

"Sit right here, Mr Donald" forcing him to sit down. This could be my father. At the same time, I begged that it would not be him. They pulled the mask used to cover his face. I was shocked as I beheld my father tied on his hands and feet.

He looked towards my direction and was shocked to see his daughter tied up, too. He immediately begged that they would release me and take him, but all his pleas went on deaf ears.

They took out their dagger and gun and placed it on the table in front of them. I begged that they would not kill him, but one of them immediately shut me up with a slap. 

At this moment, I was scared as he'll as to what they were going to do to the only man I had in the world. The leader of the team, the boss rather, decided to play this game by himself. He took out my dad's finger and placed it on the table, as he took his dagger and chopped off the index finger.

I cried as I saw my father groan in pain and immediately realised that these men just wanted to torture us probably or they would have been hired by someone to kill us. 

He also took his dagger and stabbed him on the knee. My father groaned in pains asking them what the price of our freedom was. The painful thing was that these men were paid assassins. He then took the gun and pulled the trigger. Immediately, all nerves on my body went numb.