Chapter 102

Clara's POV

I closed my eyes, hoping it would be quick and I wouldn't feel any pain.

I thought that this would be the moment that she would pull the trigger and everything would be over. I embraced that fate. Instead, she stepped back before turning to Moustache.

"Untie her," I heard her say.

"I don't think that is a good idea, ma'am," Moustache answered.

Suddenly, I was fully alert. My will to live returned.

"Untie her," she demanded. "I want to watch her beg for her life before I kill her." She said, This woman was truly a psychopath—the rope.

Even with my hands-free, I could still feel the pressure of the rope digging into my skin.

Using the pole I'd been tied to, I pushed myself up. I had almost forgotten how to use my legs.

"Any last words?" She asked, pointing her gun at my forehead.

I breathed deeply.

This couldn't be the end; it couldn't be how I died. I wouldn't allow it.

With all the strength I could master, I launched myself forward and slapped the gun out of her arm. Because my legs weren't strong enough, I fell to the ground. A Mustache rushed towards us. He grabbed my arms before I could catch the gun.

"You witch," Amelia yelled out.

My moustache pulled me up to my feet. I pushed myself forward, holding Amelia by her arm. I scratched her arm, leaving a bruise. My moustache pulled me back as I kicked Amelia in the stomach.

"Now, you will pay for all of this!" Amelia yelled, picking up her gun.

She turned off the gun's safety before placing her hand on the trigger.

"Wait!" Scar yelled in panic. "There is someone here. Standing by a car parked outside, I see another car coming. You can't shoot her now. They will hear the gunshot." Scar warned.

I was about to scream when Moustache placed his hand over my mouth.

She remained hesitant as she pointed the gun at me.

She finally accepted defeat as she pulled the gun down. Maybe if I made enough noise, someone could find me, and I'd finally be freed from this.

"You got lucky this time, and you won't be so lucky next time." She threatened.

We heard footsteps and voices entering the building.

"I want you to tie her up and wait for me until I return. I have to try and get rid of whoever it is." She announced.

She then slipped her gun back into her handbag and walked downstairs.

I tried to free myself from Moustache's grip. Scar walked over to me and covered my mouth with a cloth as Moustache held me back.

I heard noises downstairs, along with some familiar voices. 'Was that Derek?' My mind registered. What was he doing here? Maybe by some miracle, they'd be able to hear me.

"If you don't behave, we will kill you and everyone else downstairs," Moustache warned.

This was my only chance to get out of here. I used up all of my strength and knocked my elbow into Moustache's abdomen. He stepped back in pain, releasing me from his grip as I fell to the ground. Moustache pressed his teeth together, trying not to yell from the pain. I picked up the piece of glass I noticed earlier and stabbed Scar with it in the leg.

I picked myself up from the ground and ran in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, Moustache was right behind me as he pulled me back. I hadn't gotten far, but I managed to kick several bricks that fell to the floor below. Hopefully, someone notices.

I continued to struggle in Moustache's arms as he pulled me back. Before I could register, Scar injected something into my forearm.

Suddenly, everything became blurry before I lost my conscience. My eyes slowly opened as I regained consciousness. Everything was dark around me, with only a dim light where Moustache and Scar stood. It was nighttime.

I would have loved to have thought that I had been rescued and finally safe, but those kinds of scenarios never happened in my world. I was still tied to a pole.

Moustache noticed my movements. He growled at me.

I closed my eyes as I rested my head on the pole. I thought about my mom and my sister and even the people I had once walked past in the street and would never see again.

I thought I would at least get a moment of peace, but the nightmare was about to continue. Amelia returned. This time, she wore black sweatpants with a black hoodie over her head. She also carried two paper bags, which she handed to Scar and Moustache along with her handbag.

"Wake up!" She yelled, walking towards me. She kicked my leg after I remained unresponsive. "I warned you, you won't be so lucky this time." She said,

Moustache and Scar pulled out some food from the paper bags. Hopefully, it was poisoned.

She then turned towards Scar and Moustache. "We have to speed things up and get rid of this one soon before anyone else comes here." My daughter told me that no one would come here. She was wrong." She said, "That girl can't do anything right," she muttered.

"Is she a part of this? Did the two of you plan this?" I asked. My mouth was dry, and the rest of my body was weak. My voice was barely audible.

"If she were a part of this, you wouldn't die as quickly as I'd prefer. " She answered coldly. "You should learn to shut up. You are just as annoying as your mother, who won't stop calling." She paused. "Now, I will be kind enough and give you some options. How would you like to die? Would you prefer a bullet in the head? We could use the classic method and choke you to death. We could even try poison." She added coldly.

She laughed sadistically. "You know what? I was joking. I'm just going to shoot you in the head." She said,

She reached into her handbag and pulled out her gun. This time, I was convinced she wouldn't be hesitant.

"I have a much better idea than that," I heard someone say in the dark.

I tried squinting my eyes to help me focus, but I still couldn't determine who it was. The figure emerged from the dark as he approached us.

My eyes widened at the sight of who it was.

I was surprised when I found out Madison's mother was holding me hostage, but I would have never expected him.