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“You’re safe now,” he reassures me, his voice gentle but firm.“You know that, don’t you?”
I nod.
His fingers gently comb through my hair, and I feel a little more grounded with each stroke.“Have you talked about this with Dr.Diedra?Sometimes putting it into words can help,” he suggests, his voice laced with concern.
“A little,” I admit, biting my lip.
“Would you like to share more with me?”His sincere eyes compel me to open up.It’s not just that I want to tell him—I need him to know.I need him to see the fragments, the parts of me I’ve hidden.Because somehow, I sense he’ll still be here, holding me together, even after he knows all the broken pieces.
My throat is a desert, parched and aching.
The stench of decay fills the air, mingling with dust and sweat.
Am I dead?
I must be alive if I can smell the stench.I attempt to open my eyes, only to find a cloth bound tightly around my head, gripping me in darkness.A headache whirls, blinding and relentless, pounding its way into my very being.Nausea washes over me.I feel both ill and terrified.
My hands are trapped, tied behind me with a coarse rope that scratches my wrists.I twist and turn, but escape is impossible.
Panic seizes me.It’s cold claws digging deep.
I’ve been taken.
Memories flood back all at once.
I was on stage, the crowd roaring, the lights of Tokyo’s stadium all around me.Then, in my dressing room, the door flew open.A masked figure was there, something pressed to my mouth.Then darkness.
I can hear them, a distant rumble of voices like thunder on the horizon, twisted and unfamiliar.They’re speaking Japanese, a language I recognize but don’t understand.
Their tone chills me to the bone, filling me with an indefinable fear.Something about the malice in their voices tells me I am in grave danger.
With each panicked breath, my chest heaves, the terror inside me raw and all-consuming.
What do they want from me?Why did they take me?The questions claw at my mind but offer no answers, only more fear.
Tokyo.I was safe— adored.Top of the charts and top of the fucking world.Now I’m here, wherever here is, surrounded by darkness, my body trembling and tears stinging my eyes beneath the blindfold.
This could be it.
The end, when I’m only getting started.
The footsteps grow closer, and the voices become clearer.I can feel their intent.It’s menacing, malicious, a dark energy that makes my skin crawl.
I want to scream, but all that escapes my lips is a whimper.I can’t think.I can’t move.I can only feel, and what I feel is terror.
“Please, let me go,” I choke out, but my plea is met with laughter.
Cold, heartless laughter.They enjoy my fear.They revel in it.
The next thing I hear are footsteps drawing closer as one of my captors moves behind me.Then he says something to the other one.
My heart races, fear choking me as I sense that the worst is yet to come.
A rough hand grabs at my clothing, and the sound of fabric tearing buttons scattering across the hard floor echoes in the room.A chill rushes over my exposed skin, and a mixture of humiliation and terror washes over me.
He touches me again, and the stench of alcohol fills my nostrils, making me gag.His mouth is on my neck, his ragged breath brushing against my skin.
Oh my God.No.
