Rejected Little Secret by Lisj

Chapter 85 

I am engulfed by darkness, its suffocating presence closing in on me from all directions. 

No matter how hard I try to blink away the shadows, my eyes only find a bottomless abyss. I am overcome with panic, my mind filled with the fear that I am blind, that the darkness has devoured me completely 

My limbs feel like dead weight, unresponsive to my desperate attempts to reach out and touch something Dread courses through me as ! come to the horrifying realization that I am bound, with my hands tied behind my back and my legs tightly bound together. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Fear floods my senses, flowing through me like a powerful river, causing a bone–deep chill as I strain against the constraints that hold me. Despite my efforts to call out for help and scream, my voice is stifled by the cloth that has been forcefully placed over my mouth, leaving me in a state of helpless silence. 

Suddenly, amidst the silence, I hear it the sound of soft crying, echoing in the darkness around me. With fear pulsating through my veins, I strain to locate the source of the sound, my ears hyper–aware, catching even the slightest of movements. 

The sound of crying grows louder, approaching closer with each passing moment, until it becomes almost palpable beside me. As I attempt to shift my gaze towards the sound, the impenetrable darkness holds steadfast, concealing the truth from my vision. 

The realization that I’m not alone in this dark abyss sends waves of panic crashing over me. There is another person here with me, someone who understands and shares my fear and desperation. 

Nadia. 

I strain against my bindings, feeling the rough fabric digging into my skin as I desperately yearn to reach out to the other person, offering a sliver of comfort in the suffocating darkness. Bound by tight ropes, my attempts to break free prove fruitless. 

The sound of crying lingers, a haunting melody that resonates in the darkness, evoking a feeling of unease and hopelessness. My lips move in an attempt to speak, to provide words of comfort, but the gag in my mouth renders me mute, trapping my voice in a soundless abyss. 

The taste of salty tears fills my mouth as I fight against the restraints, the weight of my powerlessness crushing me like a massive weight. Trapped in this darkness, I feel like a captive within my own body, with no glimmer of hope for freedom. 

With all my might, I struggle against the restraints that bind me, yearning to escape the suffocating grasp of this shadowy prison. 

With each passing moment, the gag becomes more suffocating, pressing against my mouth and making it difficult to inhale. With a surge of desperation, I begin to move my tongue, exerting all my strength to push against the fabric, the taste of sweat and fear lingering in my mouth. I grit my teeth as a sharp, searing pain shoots through my mouth and tongue, but I push it aside, consumed by an overwhelming desire to break free. 

Slowly and painfully, I feel the tightness of the gag loosening, inch by agonizing inch, until it finally slips free with one last, desperate push. Relief floods through me as I take in deep, gasping breaths, savoring the sweet taste of freedom. 

“Hello?” My voice escapes me in a whisper, dissipating into the abyss of the darkness. “Is anyone there?” 

My words hang in the air, met only by a deafening silence that fills me with frustration. But then the realization hits me that Nadia is by my side, likely bound and silenced just like me. With a sense of urgency, I call out to her again, my voice quivering. 

“Nadia?” I whisper, straining to hear any response. “Are you here? Is that you?” 

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With a newfound determination, I reach out with my bound hands, feeling the rough texture of the ropes as I fumble in the darkness until i finally touch the soft fabric of Nadia’s clothing. 

“Can you hear me?” Lask, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m here with you. Are you hurt anywhere?” 

Holding my breath, I strain my ears, desperate to catch any sound of movement. And then, to my relief, my hand is met with a gentle, reassuring pressure, a delicate tapping that ignites a rush of hope within me. 

“Two taps for yes, one tap for no. Are you hurt? With a sigh of relief, I whisper softly as I feel the comforting touch of a single tap on my skin. 

“Good. Now, where are we?” 

Running my fingers along the chilling walls, I desperately search for any sign or indication that could guide us towards freedom. The slightest touch sends shivers down my spine, a foreboding feeling that something is wrong. 

Nadia’s trembling form presses against mine, seeking solace and safety. I can feel the tension radiating from her body, as she clings to me for comfort. Our tears blend together, a wordless expression of the immense fear and despair that loom over us 

“Shh,” I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath in the darkness. “It’s going to be okay. We’ll find a way out of here, I promise.” 

Despite everything. Nadia’s tears flow incessantly, the sound of her sobs resonating off the walls like a haunting melody. I reach out to her, my finger gently tapping her skin, a feeble gesture in an attempt to provide comfort amidst the overwhelming fear. 

“We’re not alone,” My words escape me in a whisper, barely discernible amidst the heavy panting. “Zeke and Axton will come for us. We just have to hold on a little longer.” 

Nadia’s cries gradually quieted down, and I could hear the rhythmic tapping of her fingers against my skin taking their place. Despite the darkness of ouf prison, that small gesture manages to convey a profound message. 

Out of nowhere, a sudden jolt of movement breaks through the haze of despair that had consumed my mind, causing a surge of panic to surge through me. The room had a strange, unsettling energy, as if it were constantly in motion, causing it to quiver and shake, reminiscent of an earthquake. My trembling fingers reach out instinctively, grazing the rough surface of the enclosing walls. I hear Nadia’s muffled scream of surprise next to me, and my heart immediately fills with fear. 

“Are you hurt?” 

My voice quivering with worry, I ask. Nadia’s response is swift and effective, a single tap against my skin that brings a wave of soothing relief. She’s not hurt, thank the stars. 

In an attempt to steady my racing heart, I take a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of dust and age. With a trembling hand, I tentatively reach out and brush my fingertips against the wall, shivering at its frigid, unyielding texture. This time, my fingers encounter something unexpected, a low rumbling sensation that reverberates through the cold stone beneath my touch. 

My throat tightens as I grasp the gravity of the situation. 

“The room… it’s moving. 

Despite my best efforts to whisper, the walls rumbled so loudly that my voice was barely audible. Panic looms over me, ready to engulf my senses as I desperately try to comprehend our current predicament. 

How could the room be moving? 

Why is it moving? Where are they taking us? 

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My heart pounds in my chest as I shift my position slightly, pressing my ear against the cold, unforgiving stone wall, trying to catch any faint sounds. At first, it’s just a faint sound, barely audible above the sound of my own heavy breathing. But then it gradually grows louder and 

clearer. 

Outside, there are sounds. Faint whispers carried on the wind, the distant rumble of rocks tumbling down. And then, without a doubt, the piercing sound of a car’s horn echoed through the air. 

My heart leaps with hope at the realization, 

“Nadia,” I whisper urgently, my voice barely audible over the rumble of the truck’s engine. “Listen.” 

In that brief pause, Nadia’s sobs become muffled, and I can only hope that it’s a sign she’s finally listening. I strain my ears, eager to catch any 

hint of her response. 

As time passed, the sounds outside intensified, becoming more distinct and impossible to ignore. 

“We’re inside a truck,” I whisper, my voice trembling with horror. “They’re taking us somewhere.” 

Each passing second feels like an eternity, punctuated only by the low growl of the truck’s engine and the sound of our labored breaths. 

Despite the fear gnawing at the edges of my mind, I remind myself that we must remain hopeful. We have to come up with a plan, a meticulous strategy to escape before time runs out. And the first step is to get rid of these gags that are keeping us silent and helpless. 

“Nadia,” I whisper urgently, my voice barely audible in the stifling darkness. “You have to get that gag off. We can’t let them take us somewhere we’re not supposed to be. Push it with your tongue, come on, you can do it.” 

Beside me, the sound of Nadia shifting is accompanied by her labored breathing, gasping for air as she desperately tries to loosen the gag. I have an urge to reach out and reassure her, but it feels like silence would be more comforting to her than any words I could say. 

And then, right as my anxiety builds over her potential inability to escape, I am suddenly reassured by the sound of her gasping for air, filling her lungs with deep, revitalizing breaths. 

“Nadia,” I whisper urgently, my voice barely audible over the roar of the truck’s engine. “Did you get yours off?” 

There’s a moment of tense silence, and then I hear Nadia gasp and choke, followed by the sound of muffled sobs. It is evident that she has freed herself from the gag, but the ordeal has left her feeling shaken and completely depleted of energy. 

“Nadia,” I whisper again, reaching out to grasp her hand in mine. “You good?” 

“Oh Goddess, Maya, oh Goddess, we’re going to… they’re–we-” 

As soon as Nadia freed herself from the gag, a flood of frightened and frantic words poured out of her. Her rapid–fire speech creates a jumble of words, making it difficult to distinguish one sentence from another, intensifying my anxiety. 

“Nadia, calm down,” I say, my voice firm but gentle as I try to soothe her frazzled nerves. “We need to stay focused if we’re going to get out of 

here.” 

Nadia’s panic spreads like wildfire, and I can sense my own anxiety intensifying, like a storm brewing inside me. With each deep breath, I feel the panic recede, replaced by a renewed sense of focus and determination, 

“We need to remove the blindfolds,” I say, my voice steady despite the tremor of fear that runs through me. “We can’t see anything with them on, and we need to know where we are if we’re going to escape.” 

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With utmost care, I tilt my head in the direction where I can feel the reassuring touch of Nadia’s hands against my shoulder. Her fingers are tense, her hands trembling as she reaches out to me, conveying her nervousness. 

“Ready?” I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper. “You have to pinch the blindfold with your fingers and take them off me. Can you do that? I need to hear you say it.” 

Nadia’s breath was quick and uneven, coming in short, ragged gasps. 

“O–Okay… Yeah Yeah, y–yes, I can do it.” 

With a deep breath, I sense Nadia’s hands fumbling with the blindfold, until she finally pulls it off with a swift jerk, allowing me to see again. 

For a moment, there’s nothing but darkness, the absence of sight leaving me disoriented and confused. But then, gradually, excruciatingly gradually, the darkness starts to fade away, giving way to a faint glow emanating from a tiny window within the truck.