76: FRIGHTFULLY GRUESOME


    ARIEL’S POV


    I walked slowly, still looking for Riley. My heart raced as the deafening sound of gunshots reverberated


    through the mansion. Panic gripped her as I had a conscience of the danger that lurked just below. But


    I was determined to find Riley, no matter what.


    I cautiously stepped through the corridor, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet beneath my feet.


    The air was thick with tension, and I was filled with terror. But I needed to gather the courage. I was not


    going to let anything bad happen to that young girl.


    The gunshots grew increasingly louder, their sharp cracks piercing through the air. Apanied by the


    desperate screamsing from downstairs, my fear intensified. Each gunshot seemed to echo


    through my bones, causing my heart to race and my hands to shake uncontrobly.


    I couldn’t bear to imagine what was happening below, but I knew I had to stay calm and find Riley so I


    could get her to safety before it was toote. The chaos and terror surrounding me was suffocating,


    and I could only pray for a way to escape this nightmare.


    I halted for a minute, closing my eyes in fear. The terror emanating from downstairs was overwhelming.


    My heart raced and my hands shook as I tried to steady myself. But I knew I couldn’t let fear consume


    me. I needed to be strong in this moment, for myself and for Riley, whenever shr was at the moment.


    Gathering my courage, I took a deep breath and slowly opened my eyes, ready to face whatever


    horrors awaited me downstairs.


    LUKE’S POV


    I was at the office, diligently working my way through a stack of documents, when suddenly my phone


    began to ring. At first, I tried to ignore it and focus on the task at hand, but the persistent ringing


    became too distracting.


    I reached over and grabbed my phone, ncing at the caller ID. It was an unknown number, and my


    mind told me it was that guy who kept on requesting for money.I wanted to ignore the call, but it was


    too distracting.


    I was frustrated and annoyed that he wouldn’t give me the time I had asked for. All he seemed to care


    about was money, and I couldn’t understand why. It made me question if he even had any useful


    information to offer in the first ce. I just wanted some space to think things through, but he wouldn’t


    listen to me. It was clear that his only motivation was financial gain, and I couldn’t help but get


    infuriated about this.


    I had to answer the call. However, to my surprise, it was apletely different person speaking. I


    couldn’t help but feel a bit taken aback, wondering who could be calling me and why it wasn’t the


    person I was expecting. My curiosity and confusion grew as I listened to the voice on the other end,


    trying to make sense of the unexpected call.


    “Sir, there’s chaos going on in the house,” the person said, and it did sound like one of the


    maids.


    “Chaos? What chaos?” I aksed in curiosity.


    “Some men came and strated shooting, and…”


    I heard a loud gunshot from the phone, and the call abruptly ended, leaving me in a state of shock. I


    quickly stood up, my heart zing as I tried to process what had just happened. Fear and confusion


    consumed me as I began to recall the words she uttered before the call ended.


    Chaos at my house? And then that? Something terrible was definitely taking ce in that


    mansion.


    Without hesitation, I knew I had to go and see what was happening. I rushed out of my office that very


    moment.


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    ARIEL’S POV


    I continued to walk, my pace slowed as I noticed that the sounds of bullets had suddenly ceased. The


    once chaotic and haunting noises had now been reced by an eerie silence.


    I cautiously looked around, trying to make sense of what had just happened.


    Had the danger passed or was it just a temporary lull in the chaos? I couldn’t be sure, but I knew I had


    to keep moving and find safety as soon as possible.


    Every step I took felt heavy and uncertain, but I pushed forward, still looking if I could see Riley


    anywhere. When I said I wanted to get married to Luke, I didn’t request for something terrific like this.


    I cautiously walked down the hallway towards Riley’s bedroom, hoping to find her there. However, my


    search proved fruitless as I discovered her room to be empty. Suddenly, a loud scream echoed from


    the floor below, causing my heart to skip a beat. I decided to make my way downstairs to see what was


    going on.


    I walked down the dark living room, an I saw a group of men huddled together, all holding guns and


    wearing menacing masks. My heart pounded in fear as I noticed they had Riley kneeling in front of


    them.


    Her face was filled with fear and tears were streaming down her cheeks. I could feel my palms getting


    mmy and my breath caught in my throat as I watched the scene unfold before me. I knew I had to


    act fast, but my body felt frozen in ce.


    The scene was horrific and shocking. Plus, to add to the already terrifying atmosphere, there were


    dead bodies scattered all over the living room. I couldn’t help but notice that all the maids who usually


    kept the ce spotless were now lying lifeless on the ground.


    It was a realization that these men standing before me, were extremely ruthless and heartless. The


    once luxurious and elegant living room was now a gruesome crime scene. My heart ached. for these


    maids.


    “And who’s this?” One of the men turned to me. The others all set their eyes on me, including Riley.


    I did nothing but look at them, my body froze and I couldn’t bring myself to move. Seeing Riley in such


    a vulnerable state brought a deep sorrow to my heart. I couldn’t stand to see someone her in so much


    pain.


    It was as though my own heart was breaking alongside hers. I wanted to reach out andfort her, to


    ease her suffering, but I felt powerless in that moment. All I could do was stand there and silently offer


    my support and empathy.


    “I don’t know, but this chick is hot,” one of the men walked to me. “Can’t wait to get a taste.”


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    he wanted to touch me, but I pped him.


    He slowly looked at me, and I pped him again. If anything was going to happen, let it happen.


    “You crazy bitch!” He snarled and gave me a hard p that caused me to fall down.


    Fear and panic surged through my body as he climbed on top of me, his weight pressing me down into


    the ground. I could feel his hands gripping mine, holding them in ce as he tried to force himself on


    me.


    I fought with all my strength, desperately trying to break free from his grasp. The thought of what he


    wanted to do to me filled me with terror, and I knew I had to do everything in my power to stop him.


    But despite my struggles, he continued to overpower me. He was determined to carry out this


    disgusting feat. I could only hope that someone would hear my cries for help ande to my


    rescue.


    And indeed, someone did show up. It was Luke.