In The Arms Of Danger

❴Confronting Demons❵

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I heard a gun shot... and another one. After that, something happened what totally changed my life.

I saw those four figures taking my little Amy with them. I was terrified as hell but angry at the same time.

I rushed after them, my steps quick and determined, until I finally reached out and grabbed the hand of the man holding my little sister.

Her cries echoed in my ears, mirroring the fear I felt inside, but unlike her, I held my emotions tightly in check.

It was like I was channeling all my fear and anger into that single grip, refusing to let them break me down.

Kids are tender, they don't have to hide their emotions for people because they know that no one would judge them for letting their emotions out.

Unlike me, I had to act like a brave girl, if I don't then I would eventually not be able to identify myself as the oldest daughter of this family who's always been against me since the death of my parents.

As soon as I grasped the rough hand of the man, he released Amy, but in an instant, he brandished a gun, pressing it against my neck with his other hand.

Terror coursed through me, and a bead of sweat dripped from my forehead, landing with a hollow thud on the marble floor.

Just then, as if on cue, the white smoke dissipated, revealing the shadowy figures lurking in the background.

It was like a chilling revelation, the realization that I was not alone in this dangerous game.

In front of me, my uncle and our maid, Cressendra there shouting out my name- "Azura, watch your back."

I turned around to see a man.. He is tall and muscular.

He had strong, almond-shaped eyes with a distinctive but meager epicanthic fold and a defined brow-ridge.

It was his warm ivory skin brushing over my sun-kissed skin while holding a gun against me.

His facial features ignite me with a thought that he's likely the object of many admirers' affections.

Despite his intimidating appearance, he still seems approachable.

I punch him, overtaking his arm and grabbing his gun against him.

I believe I can handle tough situations when I'm struggling with my own thoughts.

But the violent memories send me shivers down my spine.

I hear screams in my head-two people.

It feels like I'm reliving the night of the death of my parents.

I try not to dwell on it, but the memories keep coming back haunting me everytime and everywhere.

I turn around to get the man's full view-

Scars mark his chest and neck, with a tattoo getting exposed from the open buttons of his white shirt "VIII III X V" at its center symbolizing a gang name.

Veins protrude from his hands, and a piercing adorns his right ear.

His lips curl into a smirk. His presence is unsettling, leaving me satisfied from such expressions.

I roll my eyes up to see that he has messy hair symbolizing that he must have to fight everyday to make it look that way.

I shouted with all the desperation in my heart, "Give me back my Amy!"

His reply was chillingly smooth, his voice like a dark melody promising forbidden desires, "Ask your daddy to return our money and then this Amy is yours."

"He's not my daddy!" I snapped back, my words laced with defiance. "And this innocent angel," I pointed to Amy, "has nothing to do with your dirty deals. She shouldn't suffer for your mistakes!"

"Then who should suffer?" he sneered, "should we take you instead?" his words sending shivers down my spine.

In a sinister twist, he dragged the sharp blade across my neck, leaving behind a thin menacing gash.

His smirk dripped with malice as I stood frozen, my mind reeling from the shock of the moment.

**With a shaking voice, I'm left with a dilemma. I can't let them take Amy away, either I don't want to go.

If I ask them to blame my uncle Silas, the whole family would make my life a hell.

So it's better to surrender myself.**

Resuming with my shaky voice, "F-Fine".
"But p-promise me you, won't ever hurt these kids again"

"What about us, Azura?" Groaned my uncle Silas.

**Anyway, I'm ignoring the voices from behind.**

"Nevermind, we've changed our mind, we're taking your Amy away."

He got near my little Amy wiping out her tears, whispered something in her ears that made her literally stop crying and hold his giant pinky finger and walk out willingly with him.

Everyone glanced thoroughly, shocked by the view but also satisfied by what just happened.

I tried my best to stop him but his other three people won't stop pointing out a gun on me.

In around 30 seconds, all the violent people vanished.

With my shaky control, I relaxed my tense body, letting it sink to the ground.

The cold marble greeted my skin, sending shivers racing down my thighs. It was like a shock to my system, a jolt of sensation that made me feel alive and vulnerable all at once.

The thought of my beloved being gone overwhelmed me, and I couldn't help but burst into tears.

It felt like my heart was shattering into a million pieces, and the tears were the only way to let out the pain.

What did that man say to Amy that made her willingly go with him?

Is Azura letting Amy go like that?

What do you think would happen next?

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