Chapter 2: Her Trigger
The boss had left.
The air inside the warehouse was heavy, stained with fear and gasoline. The other kidnapped girls huddled together, their eyes wide, lips trembling.
Kidnapper 1: "Alright. Boss is gone. Let's finish this ugly chick and deal with the rest tomorrow."
Kidnapper 2 (grinning): "Wait, wait. Why waste her? She's tied up... and we've got the whole night."
Kidnapper 1 (hesitant): "What if the boss finds out?"
Kidnapper 2: "Come on, man. He's gone. We'll handle the others later. Let's enjoy the moment."
Kidnapper 3 (joining in): "Yeah, let's have some fun."
They all smirked, circling her like wolves. One of them walked to the speaker and connected his phone.
Kidnapper 2 (mocking her): "What, you scared, ugly girl?"
Girl (trembling, soft voice): "No... don't start the music... please. You'll all regret it."
They burst into laughter.
Kidnapper 1: "Oh really? Gonna curse us with your face?"
Kidnapper 3: "Let's start the music! Time to party!"
Click.
The bass dropped. A beat echoed through the room.
The girl's head dropped. Silent.
Then… a giggle.
Soft. Chilling.
The kidnappers paused.
She raised her head slowly… and smiled.
Girl (voice low, twisted): "I told you... don't play the music."
Her laugh echoed—high-pitched, erratic, unhinged.
Kidnapper 1: "W-What the hell?! Her hands—she's free?!"
The ropes lay in shreds beside her. Her posture changed—no longer scared. She stood, back straight, eyes glowing with madness.
Kidnapper 2 (stumbling): "What is she?! She was tied down!"
Girl (tilting her head, voice distorted):
"Music... wakes me up. Makes me me."