Kidnapped (5)

| Innaya |

In my childhood, I had witnessed enough physical violence that had left permanent damage to my conscience. If I were to witness violence I would be either paralyzed with fear or unconscious because of a panic attack. Thus I have always made a careful attempt to stay away from it. However, life is unpredictable. What I wanted to avoid most was happening before my eyes.

I gasped in horror as I watched the cold and terrifying man grabbing the man's neck who had tied me. He dragged that masked man along as he completed a long circle and threw him on the ground. The masked goon was struggling to breathe. Beneath his mask, I could imagine how his face might have lost all the colors. His big eyes had widened beyond imagination and the pure terror was visible in them.