Chapter 8

My mind was again filled with various questions taking away the panic and fear from my heart. I stood up and walked towards the mirror which I hadn't noticed before in here.

I looked at myself and frowned when I saw a bruise on my cheek, so that’s the reason why my face was hurting when George touched it.

But when did I hurt myself? A question was raised and then I remembered the time when the kidnapper hit me with his gun on my face.

BOOM

I shook my head not wanting to cloud my head with those bizarre memories. My makeup was all smeared and I looked weird and pathetic. I took some soap and started rubbing my face nicely, it hurt like hell whenever my fingers pressed at the bruises with much force or rapid movements.

“Arghh”

I squealed in pain a couple of times and then suddenly the door opened from the outside making me jump all of sudden.

“F**k…” I cursed under my breath.

The masked man stood at the door staring at me in silence