Rejected Little Secret by Lisj

Chapter 87 

Fear courses through me as Nadia and I freeze in place, the sound of our pounding hearts drowning out all other noise, as I desperately cling to the window frame for support. 

From the shadows, a mysterious figure emerges, their entire form concealed by a billowing black cloak, only their piercing eyes visible through the fabric. My breath catches in my throat as I see the glint of a gun in their hand, the cold metal gleaming ominously in the dim light. 

As the masked captor spoke, their voice was muffled by the cloth over their face, creating an eerie sensation that sent shivers down my spine. My body immediately freezes as he aims the gun towards me. 

“Hey, bitch by the window, get your ass down the other bitch‘ shoulder.” Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I can feel the panic rising, my thoughts racing as I frantically brainstorm an escape plan. Nadia’s urgent whisper reaches my ears before I can even react, her voice filled with desperation and fear. As I steal a glance at her, my wide eyes betray the sudden coldness that courses through 

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“Maya, listen to me, don’t-” 

In one swift motion, I let go of the window frame and pivot to confront the masked captor, my hands instinctively rising in surrender. Lowering myself down from Nadia’s back, I feel the chilling presence of the gun aimed directly at me, its unwavering barrel demanding my 

compliance. 

Standing before the masked figure, I could sense their penetrating gaze, cold and calculating, analyzing the situation. My throat tightens as i gulp, desperately trying to suppress the fear that looms over me. 

The masked captor gestures for me to move away from Nadia, their movements sharp and commanding. As I take a step back, my heart pounds in my chest, the rapid beats drowning out all other sounds as I frantically brainstorm a plan. Before I have a chance to react, Nadia urgently whispers to me once more, her voice dripping with desperation. 

“Maya, just run,” she urges, her eyes wide with fear as she looks at me. “Just go- 

In that split second, I find myself torn between fleeing and staying to shield Nadia from any danger. The masked captor’s grip on the gun tightens, and a sense of dread washes over me, forcing me to accept that I am left with no other option. 

I avert my gaze from Nadia, fixing a piercing stare on the captor. Nadia instantly comprehends my message: I won’t leave her behind here to die. Despite her silence, her shoulders gave away her relief as they lowered slightly, indicating that she felt relief that I wasn’t going to leave 

her here. 

My voice trembles with a mix of rage and fear as I glare at the masked captor, my heart pounding in my chest. The sound of my demanding words echoed off the walls of the small truck, creating an intense atmosphere. 

“Who are you? Why did you take us?” 

We were met with silence from the captor, their eyes piercing and unfeeling behind the mask, as they pointed the gun in our direction. Determined not to yield, I stand my ground unwaveringly, even as Nadia trembles beside me. 

“Get out!” 

With a voice that pierced the air, the captor shouted, their tone commanding, as they motioned towards the open door. But I remain rooted in place, steadfastly meeting their gaze with unwavering determination. 

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I could feel Nadia’s fear emanating from her, as her eyes pleaded for my guidance. I am aware that both of us are terrified, but I won’t allow fear to take control of me. I have to summon my strength, not just for myself, but for both of us. 

With each passing moment, the captor’s voice grows louder and more menacing, their patience running thin. 

“I said get the fuck out!” 

Nevertheless, we stand our ground, our resistance unyielding. 

With an exasperated sigh, the captor brings down the gun and aims it at us, the chilling touch of the cold steel contrasting with the dim light inside the truck. I feel my heart leap into my throat, as if it’s trying to escape, while I hold my breath, my chest tight with anticipation. 

A single gunshot shatters the silence, its sound rippling through the air and filling me with a chilling sense of dread. The sound of a bullet whizzing past me sends a jolt of fear through my body, but I’m relieved to see it hit the wall behind me instead. 

Swallowing becomes a challenge as I feel the weight of the close call, my hands shaking in realization of our brush with mortality. Fear tightens its hold on me, yet I am determined to resist the pull of despair. I must find the strength to persevere, especially for Nadia. 

The captor’s voice breaks the silence, its icy tone sending shivers down their spine. 

“That shot wasn’t a miss, just a warning. Don’t make me say it again, get out.” 

With a silent glance, Nadia and I communicate our shared determination, our eyes conveying a silent understanding as we nod in agreement. With caution and deliberation, we slowly exit the truck, our senses heightened as we assess our surroundings. 

Thoughts race through my mind, fueled by the anticipation of the unknown wonders that await us outside. Maybe we can figure out where we are, use any landmarks or signs to piece together our location. However, as we step out into the open air, the dense wall of trees surrounds us, their leafy canopy casting shadows on the forest floor. 

A wave of confusion crashes over me, my heart sinking as I come to the realization that we are utterly surrounded by towering trees, with no glimpse of civilization anywhere. 

The captor, still holding the gun trained on us, lets out a mocking laugh as they survey our bewildered expressions. 

“Well, well, well,” they sneer, their voice dripping with sarcasm. “Look at you two, lost in the middle of nowhere. How the heck did you manage to escape from your bindings?” 

I clenched my jaw, determined to withhold any response and deny the captor the satisfaction. Standing beside me, Nadia’s face is filled with 

tension. 

With a sinister chuckle, the captor’s gaze dances between us, their taunting words hanging in the air. 

“You wouldn’t stop talking earlier. What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue now that I’m actually asking questions?” 

My frustration evident, I shoot them a piercing glare, my clenched jaw revealing my annoyance. For now, we may find ourselves at their mercy, but I am determined not to let their intimidation force us into submission, No matter what it takes, we’ll find a way out of this, and we won’t give up. 

As I take a deep breath, I gather my strength and confront the captor’s gaze directly. 

“We’re not afraid of you,” Despite the fear churning in my stomach, I managed to keep my voice steady as i spoke. “You can’t keep us here forever. Sooner or later, someone will come looking for us, and when they do, you’ll regret ever crossing paths with us.” 

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“Oh, I’m not afraid of you either. But you’re right about one thing – someone will come looking for you. And when they do, I’ll be ready for 

them.” 

With a cruel smirk on their lips and malice in their eyes, the captor tells me. 

As the captor’s gaze meets mine, I feel a chill run down my spine, an eerie sense of familiarity washing over me. Their piercing eyes, peering through the cloth that covers their face, seem to penetrate my very being, as if they possess the ability to see into my soul. It’s disconcerting, to say the least, and I can’t seem to shake the suspicion that they are privy to information about me that I lack. 

But how could they? This person, a stranger to me, had a gaze that sent shivers down my spine, as if they were delving into the depths of my 

very soul. 

Oblivious to my inner turmoil, Nadia nervously stands beside me, her eyes darting between me and the captor. The tension hangs heavy in the air, but she remains oblivious to the silent exchange of unspoken words between me and our captor. 

In a swift and deliberate manner, the captor takes a step forward, their presence immediately becoming menacing as they close the distance between us. As they addressed me, a cruel smirk played on their lips and their voice oozed with malice. 

“Was it your idea to escape?” they taunt, their eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Did you give out orders while you were trapped in the truck?” 

As their words reached my ears, a knot instantly formed in my stomach, and a rush of panic flooded over me. It suddenly dawned on me that they were actually addressing me, their gaze filled with familiarity, as if it were all just a cruel joke. My heart raced as I realized the gravity of the situation – a gun pointed at me, and the horrifying reality of being kidnapped. My mouth opens, ready to deny the captor’s accusations, but I find myself unable to speak as fear and uncertainty grip me, leaving me voiceless. 

Sensing my distress, Nadia shoots me a worried glance, her eyebrows furrowing, but I shake my head slightly, silently pleading for her to keep quiet. In a situation where our lives are on the line, we cannot risk further upsetting our captor. 

“Yes,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “It was my plan to escape. I would do anything to get away from you.” 

The words hang heavy in the air, a confession borne of desperation and fear. I could feel the weight of the captor’s gaze on me, their eyes locked on mine, concealed by the cloth that veiled their expression. In that moment, a heavy silence hangs in the air, the only sound being the raspy sound of my breaths as I anxiously await their reply. 

And then, out of nowhere, the captor throws their head back in laughter, the sound so harsh and grating that it sends shivers down my spine. Nadia and I exchange a bewildered glance, both of us wearing expressions of utter confusion. 

“What’s so funny?” With an annoyed tone, Nadia directed her demands towards our captor, her voice filled with frustration. “Why don’t you just let us go?” 

However, instead of responding, the captor swiftly clamps a hand over Nadia’s mouth, leaving her startled and unable to utter a word. Nadia’s eyes widen in shock, and I can hear her desperate gasps for air as she tries to break free from the captor’s unyielding grasp. 

their Panic surges through me at the sight of Nadia’s distress, but before I can utter a word of protest, the captor’s attention shifts back to me, t gaze intense as they speak. 

“Well, well,” they say, their voice low and menacing. “I suppose we should have expected as much. After all, it’s always the quiet ones who are the most dangerous. Then again, it might just be in your blood, who knows. Do you?” 

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry as I struggle to process their words. 

“W–what? What are you… saying?” 

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A shiver runs down my spine at the sight of the captor’s smile, a cold chill enveloping me in its icy grip. 

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Instead of giving me a response, the captor responds with physical aggression, forcefully pushing Nadia to the ground. Nadia stumbles with cry, her voice filled with pain, and I immediately sprint towards her. 

As if on cue, the captor kneels a few feet away from us, clearing a patch of leaves from the ground with a swift motion of their arm. I was initially puzzled by their actions, but soon I discovered a secret buried beneath the heap of leaves. 

On the ground, I noticed a cold, metal door that seemed out of place. 

The captor flashed another unsettling smile at me. 

“You’ve had a blast at Thornholde all these years, but now it’s time to come back home, don’t you think?” 

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