Knife in Hand, He Called My Name
What would you do if kidnapped, at knife-point, by a mysterious individual? What if your heart stopped every time he gripped your wrist and your cheeks flushed every time his murderous eyes gazed upon you? Would you turn to logic or emotion? Would you reject your captor outright, or would you descend into the abyss of his insanity? I ask myself these questions. My name is Rena.
Here is a sneaky peak of my story.....
"Jowell!" Nicole screamed. I was shacking with fear. She packed quite a scream. Seconds later the door to the other side of the room flew open, and two men in black came rushing in, one following behind the other. I didn't get a good look at them as I made a quick escape to the door that led to my freedom, or at least I think it did.
My eyes flew wide open as I heard heavy footsteps following behind me, I ran towards the door ahead of me as fast as my legs would take me.
"If you take another step, I can assure you will regret it!" the same man shouted menacingly. His voice was oh so
familiar but I couldn't put a face to it, not now. I contemplated for a second if I should carry on running or not. No! I said to myself. I was going to escape so I continued running despite the fear of what would happen if I got caught.
Detective Castillo is onto this case, hints and clues is what he lives for, can he solve the mystery behind Rena's disappearance? Or will he rely on his colleagues? What ever the outcome Castillo has reasons for not backing out, reasons for his choice at this job in the first place.
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