THE NOTE - 2

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 , [12:45] [𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕]

MAY 7TH, 𝐘𝐄𝐒 ,

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 ,

𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 ,

𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 ,

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 ,

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 ,

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 ,

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 ,

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 ,

𝐘𝐄.....𝐘𝐄𝐀.... 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇.., 𝐢𝐭.... 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲

"𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐓",

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲,

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞,

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 ,

You must be pondering that why I am being so metrical, but that's how I delineate my LOVE, my PAIN and my AFFECTION towards someone whom I adore.

"𝐀.. 𝐈.. 𝐃.. 𝐄.. 𝐍" . . . . . . . . . .

𝐘𝐄𝐒... the one and solely name which I screeched out in deep regret and guilt after discerning his endearing look which caused a penitence feeling to mourn out of my past dealt.

The only question which was haunting my senses right after withdrawing the deceived sheet over his fizzog was,

"𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 "𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧" 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞",

"𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭"?

"𝐎𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭"?

OH GOD, this network is massive than I tasted the smell of its horrified wicked tricks.

The genesis of these affairs made me left suspicious over my own cause of actions, which made the prior circumstances to mislead and duress a genuine repentance out of me;

There was this dubiety notions sprinting across my cranial nerves that engendered a torment suffering which was unable to abide.

Abruptly I began to screech aggressively and started scraping the spattered blood stains over my attire by rubbing it with my palm in a vicious manner and howled painfully in remorse.

The knocking sound of the most loved muscular organ was echoing across the barrier's of the walls of my brain by delivering a gist of the erroneous hunch which were running beyond my senses.

While my limbs went numb by refusing the fact to accept the reality, causing the flow of haemoglobin throu.....through..... throughout..... the....uh.... body.

[𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓's 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈]

Following a short interval of grief, I sniveled and subsist myself towards the pillar, by placing the palm over the ground and pushed myself across the floor with a grip of friction.

After settling at an edgy section of the room I propped against the wall carrying a blank remark left over my fizzog which made a convincing sitch to assume the actuality and accept the reality.

As I was looking around heedlessly, being suppressed under a feeble state with a lack of potential to bear any worse affair;

Where my glimpse got seized over a "𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞" bearing red flecks over it, made me evoked of the formerly ensued activity where it might have descended during the course of mishandling case with "𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞" (Aiden).

I crawled unevenly towards "𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞" with a frail body, in order to collect the info which was privileged inside it;

Eventually making myself forth to it, I extending my forearm with the vibrating digit's, provoked a curiosity full of assets to reveal the subject present inside it was kicking my self intrigue to divulge the particulars.

I unfolded "𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄" with my shivering (lack of power) forefinger and perceived an unexpected typical link with a code scrawled over it,

mentioning,

" 𝐰𝐰𝐰.𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌****𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊.𝐜𝐨𝐦 "

" 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞 - 𝐗𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐏 "

Insisting me to login the particular weblink for a venture deal and clear cut the undesirable affairs emerging out of the unfavourable conditions happening around.

Which coerced me to persuade a strange musing gaze over the note by scrutinizing the deals which are going to occur with a new dreadful intentions.

Carrying a fierce look over my mug, I began to look around for a gadget which possess an accessible cyberspace connection.

While seeking in search for the device along the room with an obscured vision of mine, made a fortunate attain to collect the ideal desktop placed over the medial margin in the existing board. I trudged towards the desktop by guiding myself in a laborious way, plonked over the cushioned seat by making myself solace and adjusted my buttock in a ease manner.

Giving a foremost attempt to access the monitor with an urge to retrieve the data, made a duress impact over my intellect that I got so much incorporated into the task by disregarding the previous happenings.

Turning on the screen's display made a vivid splash over my mug, hitting a sharp instant exhibit over my vision by effecting the pupils to shrink in a distracting mode, in an illuminated room.

After rectifying the eye balls to their perspective state, made a visible clear sight of an image indicating a loading sign with a prominent known "𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬" operating system over the lay out.

Sooner later the front page revealed an eye catching landscape view over the screen disclosing its attributes all around the frame.

Nevertheless directing towards the consistent task made me wonder as if I was deliberately being misleaded towards the impending actions which are to be overlooked without any detain.

Anyhow scripting the weblink over the search bar provoked a situation where I felt like of being seated behind a mysterious door of wild web in place of terror network.

"𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞" a dailouge box popped up over the visual with an query to decrypt a code, as the site was encrypted with unauthorized access.

In a heartbeat, relying on my own conscious state made me to sneak into "the note" and catch out the acquired cipher (𝐗𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐏) to inscribe it on the given space with the help of the keycaps which made a successful invade into the system.

As soon as I thumbed the enter button I was been asked for a "𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞" to be entered into the slot for the identification process before surfing the site.

Rashly, without any retard I set my foot on the site concealing the reality by signing up with a false name tag.

Determining the details of the website made a strong impact over my senses, as it was suppose to enhance my thoughts over the present incidences but rather than enlightening me it left me baffled.

Lacking the conception of the event I gave a shot to the video clip named "𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖" which appeared over the screen as soon as I launched into the link. Soon enough the visual display went blank for a minuscule, following an onset timer of 30 seconds over the visual.

The timer began to terminate leaving a queer view over my sensibility as if it was expecting me to react over the countdown either in practical or theoretical way.

Where I went stunned over the visual, making a deep gaze over the screen exhibiting a dense forest in the woods, where this naked girl was chained up to a trunk of a tree with the "metal cuffs on" which were build within the core of the trunk penetrating deep inside the barrier were binded all over her limbs, was leading my self restraint to unbind from the inaccurate guidance.

There was this man who appeared over the camera with a gunny veil over his face which only had this one eye cut over his mask, objected a vibe of an uncanny resemblance out of him.

Meanwhile the man carried the camera to manifest his actions and guided it further towards the girl who was in an unconscious condition. Later he located the lenses in such a way through which some objects were perceptible.

Inspecting the objects with an intense look over the recording, blown a panic alarm all over my nerves.

Hell. . . . . . . . discerning the tools just roared my intentions which are imprecised to narrate.

The man . . . . . lifted the cane filled with lubricant and spilled it over the girl ferociously, drenched her till the liquid got spread over each edgy section of her body. The girl. . . . . . . . she began to screech out of terror which was captured inside her veins since she was being treated brutally out their was featuring it all through the horrified look which she was carrying in her eyes full of tears.

Later the man descended towards the screen sneering viciously by displaying a razor over the screen, sauntering towards the girl and began to shave her head roughly with the razor leaving red bloody cuts over her head which rooted the girl to scream out in pain provoking an immense affliction out her harmed skin.

Shortly after trimming the scalp of the lass until she got bald made the blood to drop down over her eyelashes from the injured wounds which were cursed to be exornated.

The evildoer again picked a hammer clasping with a firm grip, striving to lift and heaved to make a whack over the knuckles of the girl, sooner he lighted a matchstick and kindled her to death.

I startled for a sec where my senses went pitch blank, my pulse went dead silent and the rhythm of my heart beat ceased for a min.

Abruptly I began to tap the cross button over the screen to discontinue the page but the screen wasn't responding, instantly the man ambled towards and spoked into the camera confessing,

"𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 "

Just that one fearful sentence of danger terrified me, which sounded like a dreadful end. I started sweating relentlessly and began to text a tweet in the chat room by threatening him about the deeds which he did has to be get paid with a heavy penalty.

Immediately I received a text in the inbox revealing revelations of my distinctive life, pinning from my surname to the depth of my intimate details which left me astounded.

"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀

𝐀𝐍𝐃

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃"