MY WIFE IS A STRIPPER
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Fred’s heart was beating fast as he drove to the strange, isolated building. Every mile felt like he was getting deeper into danger, knowing Cilia’s life was at risk. He couldn’t stop thinking about the picture in the message Cilia looked so scared, and he knew he had to save her. When he arrived, a thug with a cold expression and a gun was waiting for him. The thug’s eyes showed no kindness.
“Follow me,” the thug said, pushing the gun into Fred’s side to make him obey.
Fred did as he was told, his mind racing with worry. They walked through dark, narrow hallways, and with each step, the air felt heavier. They passed by several rooms, and Fred saw terrible things inside. In one room, his uncle’s most trusted elder was sitting in a chair, his jaw swollen like something had been forced into his mouth. The elder’s eyes were empty, full of pain and fear.
Fred’s stomach turned as they walked past another room where he saw children huddled together, looking terrified. It broke his heart to see them so scared, knowing they were trapped just like he was. In the next room, a man and woman were lying on the floor, beaten and bruised, with no clothes on. It was clear that this place was full of violence and cruelty.
Finally, the thug stopped in front of a small, dark room. He opened the door and shoved Fred inside. Fred almost fell, but he quickly looked around and saw Cilia. She was sitting on the cold floor, hugging her legs tightly. Her body was shaking, and her face was bruised from being hit. She looked so different from the lively person she used to be now she was just scared and broken.
“Fred…” Cilia whispered, her eyes filling with tears when she saw him. “I didn’t think you’d come.”
Fred hurried to her side and grabbed her hand, holding it tightly. “I’m here, Cilia. I’m not going to leave you.”
A cold laugh echoed through the room, and Fred looked up to see Patricia standing in the corner, smiling cruelly. She looked pleased, as if she had been waiting for this moment.
“How sweet,” Patricia sneered, stepping forward. “But Fred, do you really think you can save her? Or save yourself?. You must be really stupid to think that we’ll actually leave you to go just like that”
Fred held onto Cilia’s hand, trying to stay calm even though he was scared. “This ends tonight, Patricia. You’ve done enough harm.”
Patricia’s smile disappeared, and her eyes filled with anger. “You really think you’re going to leave here alive, Fred? You have no idea how deep this goes. But don’t worry, you’ll find out soon.”
The thug behind Fred moved, and the sound of the gun clicking made Fred even more afraid. He knew he was trapped there was no way out, and he had nothing to bargain with. But he also knew he couldn’t let Patricia win, not after all the pain she had caused.
Fred looked at Cilia, seeing the fear in her eyes, and knew he had to do something anything to protect her. As Patricia kept talking, Fred’s mind raced, trying to find a way out, a way to turn things around. But with every second, the situation felt worse, and the danger grew.
“This is the end, Fred,” Patricia said softly, almost as if she felt sorry for him. “You’re not leaving here with her. In fact, you’re not leaving here at all.”
Fred’s heart pounded as the thug moved closer, gripping the gun tightly. He squeezed Cilia’s hand one last time, trying to reassure her, even though he was full of fear. This was it the moment of truth. There was no time left, no more chances, and he knew he had to face whatever was coming, no matter how scared he was.
The room was silent, the tension so thick it was hard to breathe. Fred knew that whatever happened next would change everything, and as he looked at Patricia, he prepared himself for the most dangerous moment of his life.
TO BE CONTINUED
