3rd March, 2:45 AM
Drenched in sweat, spread-eagled in a pitch black room Ankit woke up with his back propped up and arms pulled out either side of him strapped to the slats. His legs splayed out in front of him could feel gooey ooze beneath them. There was an air of terror in the room. An unpleasant smell had permeated the room as if there was some rotten meat kept.
He was still in his trunks and was desperately thirsty. Taking in stock, I am still alive, he struggled to loosen down the locked nylon zip ties.
"Slept well" a voice spoke, chillingly close.
He stared up in terror at the dark figure looming over him.
"Who are you, where am I?" in an uneasy fearful tone Ankit said
"It's just matter of few hours son" the raspy voice replied
"What... do you mean?"
The figure cut his chest down surgically, grinding slowly the fourteen inch slicing knife into his left pec. There was a hiss of cutting flesh. Ankit cried out in agony.
"Who are you? What do you want?" he felt himself falling into unconsciousness. The figure glared "Shhh! lesser you move, sooner it will be done".
Ankit was fighting hard to keep his senses, against the darkness that was closing in.
"It's just the matter of few hours boy. Take a deep breath and relax"
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TINDER DATE
Mystery / ThrillerAnkit is introduced to Rhea through Tinder. When they both meet, its kind a love at first sight, but as Ankit and Rhea get to spend more time with each other, he learns that this date might not be what it seems
