Terrified

A Story by Millia

Greg has had a plastic surgery because of family expectations and problems .He has problems in his life because of such an obstacle but he will finally find his way.

I stared into his eyes with that stern look that even he dreaded it. As I was seated adjacent to him on the wooden chair in the small ,stuffy room I felt like I was just going to die .I could not wait to raise my eyes and look at this man again but he seemed to be dodging my eyes in a clever , mysterious way which in turn gave me that cold shiver down my spine as if he had just confirmed my death ‘I am just a messenger ,Mrs Parlour’ he immediately blurted it out as if that was supposed to make me feel better .If anything that was the most scariest of all , the messenger would just be sent to murder .It has always been like that even in the horror movies which justified my extreme terror .Like a normal person he expected to see a more friendly gaze at that which he’d blurted out, to his astonishment it actually worsened the situation .

I was starting to feel uneasy and nauseas because the room was so stuffy but who cares , there I was sitting helplessly in the chair which was not near the word comfortable .Of course I was meant to ask him anything like who the real person who wanted me was like , like what a psychologically stable person would do but I just kept him hanging on like that .For goodness’ sake there wasn’t supposed to be such an informal talk like that between an abductor and the abducted so like a learned , scared lady I kept my words to myself .As he moved his feet towards me , my heart could literally throb out .I was tied hands back , obviously I couldn’t move but if I could only God knows that I would escape the scary ,gruesome face .His face was right in my eyes and I could feel his heavy , hungry breath .This time his eyes were not dodging mine but rather they concentrated on mine .

For a moment , I thought I liked his eyes pretty much flaming hot .His cheekbones shaped , his lips moisturised by the constant saliva that he had .He was relatively sexy, I told myself as I almost smiled in his face .I realised , this is my to be murderer why would I have such weird thoughts .I clearly wanted to pinch the hell out of myself , that would look crazy and retarded in front of him right. But why was I caring about his reaction to my actions .He was moving his soft hand on my cheek and chin at that moment when I jumped out of thoughts .That was WEIRD why was he doing that’ I asked myself .He smiled at me and said ‘It has been ten years now , I finally have you with me I am overwhelmed’.