The encounter with a mysterious angel .
My eyes fixated on a pair of sleek black leather boots and snug-fitting cargo pants, adorning two elegantly long legs. My gaze continued its ascent, revealing a well-built chest, broad shoulders, and perfectly masculine hands, all encased in a form-fitting black leather jacket. A strikingly long, black ponytail cascaded from the back of his neck down to his chest. Then, there was his face – oh, my! A flawless jawline, a slender, regal nose, and lips as tender and moist as rose petals. His impeccably sculpted beard appeared as if it had been meticulously shaped with a geometric precision, every angle an epitome of perfection.
My gaze traveled upward, locking onto a pair of sharp, silver eyes that gleamed like stars in the midst of the deepest night. The man standing before me could only be described as an angel incarnate. If only this were one of those carefree days in Nairobi with my friends; I would have eagerly pounced on this heavenly vision and snapped a selfie. "Cute men are for selfies; ugly men are for keeps," my friend Dina's words echoed in my mind.
Yet, despite his breathtaking appearance, an unsettling presence emanated from him. His very aura exuded dominion, sending shivers through every living thing around us. Even the man who had threatened to slap me now stood stock-still, frozen like a statue. I, too, found myself unable to move, let alone contemplate a selfie. I struggled to breathe for a moment as I continued to meet his piercing gaze. My throat grew parched, and I realized that if I continued to stare, I would surely embarrass myself.
With haste, I lowered my gaze, feeling a rush of shyness wash over me. "What a remarkably handsome man," I whispered to myself, momentarily forgetting the danger that surrounded me. As I tried to regain my composure and take a breath, I felt two gentle fingers lift my chin, compelling me to look up once more. My heart raced as I sensed him drawing closer, his sweet scent enveloping me. It was unmistakably the fragrance of imperial majesty, pure vanilla. With each exhale, I could hear my own heartbeat crescendo, drowning out all other sounds. My lips suddenly went dry, and my cheeks flushed with heat. "What am I thinking?" I wondered, my heart and mind locked in a fierce battle. My heart yearned for something I couldn't comprehend, while my brain sternly reminded me of the grim reality—I was kidnapped.
"Brave," he murmured, narrowing his eyes and casting an even more formidable presence. "Don't even consider trying any tricks with me, or I'll eliminate you without hesitation," he warned, releasing my chin abruptly, causing my face to fall.His voice, while not as sweet as his beguiling face, held an eerie charm that had initially drawn me in. But now, I realized the horrifying truth. He was no angel; he was a demon in disguise, his red eyes and black horns hidden beneath an angelic facade. I couldn't help but question my own judgment, my teary eyes filled with disappointment. Why was I so distraught? Was it because I had unknowingly placed myself in danger, or had I foolishly fallen for a man with demonic intentions?
As I contemplated my predicament, the man turned to his accomplice, issuing orders with an air of authority. "Free her hands, allow her to freshen up, and give her an elegant appearance," he commanded before adding, "then send her to my suite." With that, he departed, leaving me in a state of despair. I couldn't help but watch his tall, imposing figure, standing at an impressive 6"3, as he moved with a haunting grace and elegance. His words echoed in my mind as his features faded from view, and the grim reality set in—I couldn't believe I was about to meet my end like this.
I thought back to the time I had recently spoken with my mother, pretending to be happy and enthralled by Turkey's beauty. Little did I know it would be the last time she heard from me. The weight of impending doom pressed down on me, and I couldn't contain my silent sobs as I came to terms with my fate.