Two

ESTHER

I regretted raising my voice. Witnessing something I shouldn't have: a murder. The gunshot was muffled, possibly from a silencer. The realization hit: these men were prepared to kill. I stared at the victim, blood staining his navy-blue suit. His wound was fatal, a clean shot to the heart. Four pairs of eyes met mine, trapping me. Cornered, I faced the men, guns pointed at me. Fighting seemed futile. Adrenaline surged as I weighed my options, knowing I was in danger.

Earlier, I had left a dreadful date, seeking solace on Valentine's Day. Avoiding his unwanted advances, I found myself in this dire situation. Isolated in the parking lot, there was no hope for rescue. Negotiating for my life, I lied about knowing their names, fearing for my safety. As one of them called their leader, Capo, panic consumed me. Their intent was clear: I was their captive.

Capo Petrov's arrival brought dread. His piercing gaze held mine, revealing the true danger I faced. His presence demanded submission. I pleaded silently for mercy, knowing resistance was futile. When he left, I felt a temporary relief, yet the ordeal wasn't over.

Taken to a mansion, I observed every detail, searching for an escape. Inside, Capo Petrov commanded authority, his casual demeanor belying his power. His gaze lingered on my bruised neck, prompting his inquiry.

In that moment, fear gripped me, realizing the consequences of my inadvertent involvement.