Devil's Snare by Sruthionyx (top 100 books to read .txt) 📕

Trigger warning- Mention of Blood and assault.....

Alzea was sweating bullets the entire morning thinking about what Rafael will do to her or to her friends, every phone call, and every notification terrified her and made her think the worst, she had not been sitting still and not paying attention to anything except for the kid.

Soon, the dining hall was filled with its inhabitants. Rafael walked down along with Victor and Maya. Soon the maids served breakfast, and everyone started eating. Rafael had not glanced at Alzea once, this made her even more frantic, why is he calm? What is going through his head? He was a monster last night and he is calm as the Atlantic Ocean now? Is this the calm before storm? On the other side, Rafael was enjoying her state, he knows what she was thinking. Her restless stares, the constant checking of her phone, her pale face, he enjoyed every bit of it. He wanted her to have that fear of him, which makes it easy for him to achieve his goal. Soon everyone left for their respective work destinations.

Alzea decided to check on her work as the kid was sleeping, and she wanted to take her mind off Rafael, she will deal with him when it comes to that situation, and she is not going to give him power against her. Before she knew it, it was already evening, and she left for her school. The classes went well, and she decided to get home as she is not going to stay in that haunted mansion tonight. It was an important semester, and she was very busy getting things together for her thesis.

She walked out of the college building feeling the darkness in the air. As fall was close, the weather was getting chillier, and the days were getting shorter. She walked out of the building but not far enough from it, as she was checking her phone to make sure not to miss any notifications when she sensed that someone was following her, but she thought that it was just her nervous jitters due to her encounter with Rafael, she dismissed it as her paranoid self just getting scared because she had been on edge lately.

She passed a dark corner as she put her phone back in her jacket pocket and zipped it up. She looked up when three men suddenly grabbed her covering her mouth and not giving her enough time to react or shout, one held her hands and the other held her legs while the third was keeping watch.

She tried to fight them, tried to get a good look at the person who was trying to attack her, but they were wearing ski masks and face coverings. She tried to scratch his face trying to get DNA under her fingernails, but the men seemed to understand her intentions and grabbed her arms and pinned her down on the ground, she tried to resist as much as possible, but the man slapped her hard enough to form a bruise, this made Alzea struggle even harder.

The man who was holding her legs moved to her upper body and tore her top, this made her trash her legs even further assuming the worst outcome of the situation. But the man holding her hands pinned her elbows using his knees. The man who was hovering over her took a lighter and knife, she was unaware of what was going on. Was she being mugged?

Alzea was unable to struggle now, she was crying hysterically but her cries were muffled, he then pulled her bra down and held the lighter closer to her body, so close that it started to burn her skin, it was like he was enjoying burning her and he wanted her to get a taste of what is coming for her. Alzea shouted hard, screaming, and crying for someone to help, but in vain. There was no voice coming out of her mouth except for tears. The entire incident was being captured by the third man. she couldn’t see anything, she wanted to get some form of identity from the man so that she could use it later, but she couldn’t, the only thing that she was the tattoo on his right arm.

The man who held the lighter brought it closer to her chest and he was making sure that Alzea’s skin melted and ensuring that the tattoo beneath it was melting as well. Alzea was in unbearable pain, she was losing consciousness, but the pain on her skin was keeping her awake at the same time. Like plastic melting under candlelight, the outer layer of her skin started to melt causing blood to ooze out, but the man did not budge instead he pulled a knife, heated it, and touched her skin which made Alzea kick her legs wildly in pain, but with restricted movement, there was really nothing she could do. After what felt like ages, all the men left her on the ground to die ensuring that her tattoo was burnt without a trace.

Alzea was trudging in and out of her consciousness. Her entire body was burning not just her chest, she was in indescribable pain, and she knew she will die. But no, she cannot. She prayed to God that he let her survive this one last ordeal. Her entire life flashed before her eyes, her family, the moments she shared with Blake, no she cannot die, it is not her time, death can’t have her yet. She cannot die in a foreign land without her family beside her, like an animal killed on the side of a highway. She must get out of this.

She had no idea what force pushed her or how, but she managed to gain the last ounce of her strength grabbed her phone, sent Blake an SOS, and her location fell unconscious. Within seconds Blake showed up at the location searching for her friend, she was shocked to see Alzea lying in that position covered with blood and a burn mark on her chest. She immediately called 911 and Alzea was shifted to a hospital. Blake informed Silas about the situation as he was Alzea’s employer and she informed her university as this could affect Alzea’s education, the very thing she came to the states for.