Who hums so softly a beautiful melody? What happened? Why do I have a splitting headache? Why are my eyes covered? Why are my hands tied behind my back?373Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ65ORrVagJo
"Ah, you're awake." Spoke a man's voice soft as velvet and soon I was able to see. A young man with short dark hair held a bandana in his hand. He smiled friendly as I looked into his ice-blue eyes. "You're braver than I've expected." He began to hum the same melody as before as he pulled out a large knife. Walked behind me and cut the rope that tied my hands.
I stared at him confused of his words while wondering if he stalked me or I am not the first person to be in this position. After he removed his knife he offered to me an open hand to help me up. Is this a test? Hesitantly I took his hand and got up to my feet.
He chuckles. "You're different." He looked down at my hand and sighed.
I pulled my hand back and he let go of me. "Who are you? How do you claim to know me? Why am I here?" I asked as calmly I could but I still sounded on edge.
He scoffes amused. "You may call me Henry and I have been keeping an eye on you for quite some time." I gasped. "You are an interesting person and it's an honor to finally meet you." He sighed and bowed while placing a hand to his chest.
No matter how friendly and polite he appears with his velvet soft voice my instincts screamed at me to run for my life. As our glances met anew a shiver went down my spine.
"My apologies for this poor surrounding but I couldn't find anything more convenient for the time being but it will fulfil its purpose for what you and I need. What we need."
"We?" I asked sceptical.
"Yes, we, to perform the greatest art in time and world. An art that will represent life itself. Because it is so complicated I can't do this alone and you are the perfect person to help me." He swallowed to contain his joy. "As if you were made for this."
I blinked in shock. He talks like a madman maybe he is one. I stepped back. "How will you represent that art of life?" I asked and hope it's not what I think.
"You're the first to ask and the title you gave is not bad." He sniggered. "It is no ordinary art that can found in an exhibition or museum but one that captures the moment through our actions. Our emotions, our thinking and behavior will be the canvas within this barn. Our words , our sweat and blood with be the paint to colour the canvas. Rest assured I have no intention of forcing you."373Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYCuM8yX6ug
What! I shuddered to his words and glance.373Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ0B2xsEEKe
"The choice is yours to make, Lucy." He walked around me with folded hands behind his back. "Not only have I taken an interest in you but I have fallen for you. So different, so strong, brave, ambitious and clever." Henry whispered to my ear. "So beautiful."
I shuddered and stepped away from him. He laughed to my reaction. "What are you afraid of? You surely must have been in a relationship before for someone so beautiful and talented as you."
I shook my head of dread.
He froze and stared at me speechless as he realized. Rapidly he turned his back to me and his fists trembled. Suddenly I heard a sob and shivering breaths. Is Henry crying over me? I was too confused and scared to step closer. Should- should I cease the moment to escape?373Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTzkSZl4OmC
