Chapter 5 “The Edge Of Darkness”

• "Wh... Who are you?" Sabrina stammered, her voice trembling. In her attempt to retreat, she took a step back but stumbled due to the proximity of the bed, landing on it. The British man wore a smug smirk on his face, clearly reveling in the power dynamic.
• "Who I am is none of your concern, Little Sparrow," he retorted, emphasizing the nickname. "For now, remember this: I expect you to conduct yourself with respect. Any disobedience will have dire consequences," he warned in a menacing tone. Sabrina remained silent, her throat drying up at the mere sound of his low, dangerous voice.
• "Let's go," the British man instructed the first man, casting a final glance at Sabrina before they both exited the room. As they departed, they made sure to lock the door behind them.
• "No, please! No! I don't want to stay here! I want to leave!" Sabrina pleaded desperately, rising from the bed and banging on the door. Tears streamed down her face as she continued to knock and cry, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. No one came to her aid. Overwhelmed with despair, she slid down against the door, curling up and burying her face in her knees, crying bitterly and feeling utterly alone.
• "I want to leave, please," Sabrina whispered in a choked voice, her tears continuing to flow uncontrollably. After about an hour of anguish, she managed to gather herself and rose from the floor. It was then that her gaze fell upon a food tray placed on the side table.
• She had no appetite; her focus remained fixated on the unanswered question of why she was being held captive. Judging by their attire and demeanor, it became evident to her that they were incredibly wealthy individuals. The contrast between their opulence and her current situation only deepened her confusion and desperation.
• Thoughts raced through Sabrina's mind, sending a chilling shiver down her spine. "Are they going to exploit me for their own pleasure?" she pondered, her fear intensifying. Yet, a conflicting notion crept in, causing her to furrow her brow. "But they don't seem entirely malicious," she considered.
• However, as reality sank in, she came to a somber realization. She understood that in a city like London, where such situations were not unheard of, she couldn't afford to make assumptions or expect any outcome. The uncertainty of her circumstances left her feeling vulnerable and apprehensive.
• An indefinite amount of time had passed, and Sabrina remained seated in the same spot, lost in her thoughts. Suddenly, a voice disrupted her contemplation. Startled, she looked up to find the first man standing before her, wearing a serious expression. His gaze shifted towards the untouched food tray.
• "You haven't eaten anything?" he asked, concerned. Sabrina, still in a state of distress, responded with rudeness, saying, "I'm not hungry." The man let out a sigh and sat down beside her, prompting her to scoot away, wary of his presence. He raised his hands in a gesture of reassurance and spoke, "Relax, I won't harm you." Sabrina, fixating him with an intense glare and grinding her teeth in anger, retorted, "I don't trust you."
• Of the two men, Sabrina found the first one slightly less intimidating, but she still remained cautious and wary. She was unwilling to let her guard down completely.
• "I understand your hesitation, but you must trust me. You no longer have the option to leave," the man stated firmly, his voice carrying a tone of authority. Sabrina felt a surge of frustration and irritation, fueling her desire to lash out at him. All she wanted was to return to her previous life, nothing more.
• "But why am I even here?" Sabrina exclaimed in a voice filled with frustration, seeking answers. However, the man remained silent and proceeded to place the food tray on her lap.
• "Eat," he ordered, his tone demanding obedience. Sabrina's glare shifted from the tray to him, her anger mounting. "I told you, I'm not hungry," she declared defiantly, her frustration evident as she angrily threw the tray aside.
• "I want to leave!" Sabrina shouted in a burst of anger, her voice filled with frustration and desperation. However, the man, struggling to control his own anger, received a call that interrupted the tense moment. Giving Sabrina a piercing glare, he answered the call and tersely responded, "Okay."
• "Let's go," he abruptly stated, not giving Sabrina a chance to respond. Without further explanation or consideration for her feelings, he firmly grasped her arm and forcefully dragged her out of the room.
• "Let me go!" Sabrina pleaded, struggling to break free from his grip, but her efforts proved futile as he remained steadfast, refusing to release her. In a desperate attempt, she even resorted to slapping his arm, but her actions had no impact. "I told you to leave me!" Sabrina shouted in a mix of anger and frustration.
• Despite her protests, the man continued to drag her forcefully, leading her to a room. As he opened the door, he pushed her inside, swiftly closing the door behind her, trapping her in the unfamiliar space.
• Sabrina stumbled but managed to regain her footing, only to be confronted by a closed door. She intended to glare at the man who had confined her, but before she could express her anger, she heard a familiar deep, husky voice from behind.
• "If you're finished with your glaring session, could you please do me a favor and turn around?" the voice requested. Startled, Sabrina spun around abruptly, finding the British man seated in a chair behind a table, directly facing her.
• "Come here," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. Sabrina, shaking her head in refusal, instinctively took a step back, creating distance between them. The man's intense gaze remained fixed on her, observing her every move.
• "You see, little sparrow, I have a low tolerance for disobedience. I prefer not to repeat myself, so I strongly advise you to be an obedient girl and come here," he asserted, pointing towards the vacant seat in front of him. Sabrina remained silent, standing frozen in place, her wide eyes locked onto him, uncertain of how to respond.
• As the man rose from his seat, Sabrina's heart raced with fear. In a panic, she swiftly turned around, desperately attempting to open the door. "Please, open the door!" she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation, as she continued to pound on the door, stealing glances behind her.
• The man remained silent, steadily approaching her with deliberate steps. Sabrina frantically scanned the room, searching for any means of escape. She could feel his gaze fixated on her every movement, intensifying her unease, as he steadily closed the distance between them.
• In a moment of desperation, Sabrina's eyes fell upon a knife nestled within the fruit basket. With the man steadily closing in on her, she seized the opportunity and swiftly made her way to the basket, snatching the knife for her defense.
• "Don't come any closer!" Sabrina warned, her voice trembling with fear as she pointed the knife towards the advancing man. He continued to approach her, his expression remaining devoid of emotion.
• "Stop... right there," Sabrina pleaded in a frightened tone, her voice quivering. The man responded in a calm manner, stating, "You know you can't harm me." In response, Sabrina tightened her grip on the knife, her hands shaking, attempting to assert control and protect herself.
• "I refuse to stay here any longer. Release me," Sabrina asserted with determination, her voice carrying a sense of strength. However, the man merely chuckled lightly, treating her plea as though it were a joke.
• As the man continued to approach her, Sabrina felt a surge of anxiety overwhelming her. She was unsure of what to do next. In a desperate moment, her gaze shifted to the knife in her hand and then to her own wrist. Without hesitation, she placed the knife against her wrist and, fearfully locking eyes with the man, issued a chilling ultimatum.
• "I will end my own life if you do not cease," she declared, her voice laced with fear. The man halted in his tracks, a blank expression replacing his previous demeanor.
• "Let me make one thing clear: if you dare to pull such a stunt and survive, no one will be able to protect you from me," he responded in a menacing tone, causing Sabrina to gulp anxiously. Her mind warned her to reconsider, but her heart urged her to go through with it.
• She glanced at him, grappling with conflicting emotions, and without further hesitation, she forcefully cut her wrist. A piercing scream of pain escaped her lips, and within moments, her vision blurred as black dots danced before her eyes. Being already weakened, Sabrina's body struggled to cope with the injury. She clutched her head, attempting to fight off the encroaching dizziness, but her efforts were in vain. Eventually, she collapsed to the floor with a resounding thud.
• “To be continued…”