Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Surviving Tears started to wet my blindfold and flow down my cheeks, tears of fear and helplessness. I had never been so lost in my entire life. I shifted my weight from one frozen foot to another without even fully knowing what the place that I was locked in looked like. “Focus, Cora! Focus! You need to think!” I shouted at myself, forcing out the last ounce of my strength.

I could still hear those vicious men laughing outside my door, but I knew that they were getting ready to evacuate, and they would leave me here as soon as all the explosives were set. I heard one of them saying that the trigger would be placed on the door handle, and as soon as someone opened the door from the outside, the whole building would blow up. I knew that Aren wasn’t stupid enough to walk in without checking the whole place, but what if he acted irrational and hasty? I was on the edge of a panic attack, but I couldn’t allow myself to lose my senses.

Breathing deeply, I took cautious steps toward the wall and then started rubbing one of my cheeks up to my temple against it, trying to take my blindfold off. The wall was rough, and it kept scratching my skin each time I touched it, but I kept going, trying different angles until I got rid of the fabric that covered my eyes.

I wanted to scream in joy when I could finally see, but that was nearly the first step to freeing myself. I turned around and looked at the place. It was some kind of storage with tall metal shelves and tons of old paper documents. The floor and walls were raw and covered with dirt. I kept looking for something sharp to cut the rope around my wrists, but I couldn’t see anything useful. Suddenly, I noticed that one of the edges of the metal bars, forming the shelves, seemed sharp. I turned my back toward the shelf and pressed the knot between my wrists against the metal bar. With careful movements, I slowly cut the rope, trying not to make too much noise and alarm my guards, still present behind the door.

“Hey! How long is it gonna take?! I heard that this guy is already on the way here!” one of the men outside the door shouted.

“Fuck you, Dave! If you want it faster, come here and help!” I heard another voice yelling further in the corridor.

“No thanks!” He responded and chuckled coldly. “I think I’ll go and play with our princess in the meantime…”

I swallowed and froze, staring at the door. “Hey, man… You’re not really planning to go inside there, are you?” someone standing close to the door asked.

“Why not?” Dave asked. “You can join if you like, Matt. The bitch will die here anyway, so why don’t we have some fun?”

I shook my head, terrified. I prayed that someone would stop them, but I only heard them laughing eagerly at that bastard’s idea. I started rubbing the rope against the metal bar again, faster this time. My hands were almost free when I heard someone typing tonal digits to

I made a barely audible sound as my

down… but the door

snapped. “I thought you

was told that it was a universal code for every door in that

I heard the tones of the code again. I

go!” Someone’s voice sounded loudly across the

door. When it turned to silence, I collapsed onto the floor and wept. I was tired, drained physically and

my exhausted brain to function. I looked at the door lock. There was a number pad by the door. If only I had my phone with me, I could easily analyze the system and figure out the code or bypass it in no time, but at that moment I felt lost. I once heard about a way to open a magnetic lock using a magnet, but I would have to build a

for any office supplies like metal paperclips. It would be amazing if I could find a battery and

of printed paper on those shelves. I looked behind it and under it but still found nothing. A huff soaked with frustration escaped my throat

I asked myself as I

Pad.

that I would be the luckiest prisoner on Earth if that had happened. I stepped closer to the door and placed my trembling hand on the door handle. “Here goes nothing,” I muttered before yanking the door open. I burst out in hysteric laughter, looking back at my way into the corridor. My heart pounded erratically. I only prayed that there was still time and that I could warn Aren that he shouldn’t go inside. I stepped out of the room and walked toward the stairs, recalling the route I had been led.

heard a commotion coming from

all black, surrounded the area, and the other group was forced to surrender. None of those people tried entering the building; they must have known about the bombs inside, but who were they? I prayed that they were the “good guys.” I stood

heart fluttered at the sight of him as the leader of

was giving his people orders while looking at something that looked like the building plans. I