Directives

Zia slowly entered the dark room and looked around. She stood still then forced her body to move. Only the light from the fireplace allowed her enough visibility to see in the room. She stopped and stood still as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. The anxious feeling within her grew stronger, the longer she stood still.

She felt like running out of the room and never looking back but she knew that an escape wouldn't be the easiest thing to accomplish.

"I have decided what I will do with you." The voice near her ear made her skin crawl as her breathing increased.

"What do you mean, what you will do with me?" Zia asked as she felt her body begin to tremble.

What could this sinister man possibly want? Why did he have the power to determine what was done with her? Why couldn't she be left alone? She didn't trouble or harm anyone.