Rhea's pov:
I opened my eyes and found myself
in a closed container, My hands tied with ropes. They're not too tight, I can get them off if I try.
I don't quite remember what happened. only that I was at home, doing my usual things, when I heard a knock at the window, I checked without thinking much, and the moment I opened it, everything went black.
Looks like someone kidnapped me, but why would they, I wasn't even out, I was in my house. Or is the story acting up again?
This container, the darkness, the pungent smell of charcoal inside the container, it all points towards a case I've yet to write, my notepad might have some drafts, which I saved for future use but now that it's in front of me, a chapter must've uploaded itself. Or is someone messing with my things. No that's not possible.
The actual problem is how do I get out, as nobody ever made it out alive after entering this cage. This container, being tightly sealed, has oxygen that can last 72 hours at best.
As far as I remember the victims who died inside this container were all women in their thirties who recently or at some point of their life lost their husbands and decided to remarry again.
The killer was a man with scars across his body and face, he only targeted these specific women, cause he himself lost his wife to a man, basically he and his wife were in a tragic accident and his wife made it out alive, he was declared dead. But to everyone's surprise his body had some mana in it which indicated he was in coma.
His wife was given false information about his death. She fought with authorities to get his body back to at least pay her last respect but she was rebuked and her attempts bore no fruit. She had to give up after the hospital finally provided his ashes to her saying they burned him because his body was festering with hazardous virus,
Burning his flesh as whole was the only option they had as they had seen this virus in dying bird species once. Claiming it would've been dangerous for common people.
But only the hospital knew he was in coma, this world is filled with magical artifacts and antiques but someone who actually had some mana was rarely ever seen. Like someone found a diamond in coal mine. The mana can be abstracted from its owner, even if little the laboratories were ready to give any price for such people.
He was one of them and was kept in vegetative state for almost 6 months but when he was getting transferred to one lab. He abruptly woke up and escaped midway.
He then came back home only to find his wife married to someone else, as the children were still small her parents decided she should marry someone else. But he didn't know the whole story thinking she cheated on him.
And thus he designed this container to torment his wife. He made sure it was tightly sealed, he watched her die, listened to her scream, she tried everything to break free but couldn't and died under 48 hours.
He thought he was satisfied but whenever he saw a woman who was remarried he was reminded of his wife so decided he would kill all women who were like his wife, who cheated on their husban or moved on instead of mourning their deaths for years.
In the original draft he had killed about 25 women with this same container. After his third prey had died, he started placing water inside the container and after the eighth woman died some food along with water, to see if they could last longer without oxygen with food and water.
But unfortunately nobody lasted past 60 hours. He deliberately kept their rope loose so they can feel a sense of accomplishment and hope that they can get away by breaking the cage. But couldn't. This container isn't sound proof but is located under a forest miles away from humans.
That was why police could never get their hands on him. It was only after the 25th woman had died that jiang xi had been able to catch him.
But now even jiang xi cannot save me cause it seems like I'm the the 4th to 7th prey cause there's only water placed at the very end of the container. And this case came to light only after six deaths.
So there's a high chance this case still isn't in the light. Which means I was bound to die one way or other.
The container itself is pretty big, large enough for a small room. But the oxygen limited, where every breadth counts. If I get even a bit anxious and breathe irregularly, I could die several hours earlier then planned. And since I shouldn't even be in this container, cause I'm an unmarried woman and also I'm still only in my twenties. Then why did he kidnapped me.
Since I don't meet any of his conditions, shouldn't I be out. I don't remember righting any exceptions when I wrote this scene. He never picked normal women at all. I can't shake off the feeling that something's really wrong.
Is it just a mistake or is it this story, trying to punish me for writing so many deaths. I've always felt like, the more the death count, the more this story will be intresting to read. Cause people, they find a sense of happiness or relief seeing others in misery. Now that I'm alone, all those memories all those deaths I mercilessly wrote about are flying in front of me. Screaming, raging, crying, saying that ink is not something to be splashed.
I never thought so many deaths would be written on my head. I always thought I was an innocent girl, who can never hurt a soul not even a fly. But I've... I've killed people.... So many people..
I don't know how many hours has past or how many hours I've left to live. I broke free from the binds, but no matter how many times I inspect this container, every nook is tightly sealed. Truly a masterpiece I wrote.
I searched, banged on the walls making such loud sounds but nothing from outside.
Every now and then I can hear the rain, the wind, the rustling leaves, sitting in one place drinking water whenever my stomach growls. Getting helpless and restless with each passing minute. Few hours has already passed, I can feel my breathing intensify.
I remember I wrote this scene so vividly, it's still inside my head. Every woman would gradually loose their strength and give up, like a fish, dying without water. They would get extremely cold, pale and blue by the time they die.
I can already see those signs in my body, I'm having problems breathing, warmth leaving my body by every passing second. My hands and feet are already blue. I can see my blurry reflection on the walls. Helpless and deserving.
The only reason I'm not fighting any of this cause it's useless, I'll die alone, paying for my sins.
I miss him, I hope I had seen him one more time, or I should have held onto him when he was going back. My mind's ringing, looks like I've already spent my share of hours. If only I knew a day like this would come. I would've held onto him.
I miss sierra, my best friend, every now and then I think of her, she must be devastated, it's been two weeks since I entered this world. I know she must've searched for me endlessly. She was the last person I talked before coming here, she's my only family, since I've no parents, I grew up with my relatives in countryside.
When I became an adult I left the countryside to live in a big city and continue my studies. She was my first friend, she didn't mind that I had no parents, instead she acted like one. Teacher often mistook us for sisters. We were too much alike the only difference was that she was bubbly, the kind of person you would get enchanted by.
I was enchanted by her too, we became best friends, stayed that way for years. If only I had listened to her sooner or if only I hadn't written him lonely. Maybe I would still be by her side, watching another crime documentary..
I miss her so bad, my eyes are getting heavy, if only I had hugged her more that night or asked her to stay the night. Maybe I wouldn't even be in this mess. .
'Thank you for being my best friend, my sister.'
I should've told her this before.
If only I could meet her, tell her how much I love her,
if only...
I could meet him, I would tell him sorry... 'Sorry for creating you like this, for giving a lonely life'i shouldn't have avoided him.
I miss them.....