“I told them we were doing some work.”
“That way, no one enters the apartment without my permission.” ResidentialRentals
A shiver ran down my spine.
He headed towards the corridor.
A few seconds later…
I heard metallic switches.
And.
Two.
Three.
The air conditioning stopped.
The refrigerator stopped working.
Darkness engulfed each room.
Then…
The plumbing groaned.
The water pressure dropped.
Finally…
The electronic lock engaged.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Each click sounded like a shovelful of earth falling onto my coffin.
The apartment became silent. ResidentialRentals
Ice.
Darkness.
A luxurious mausoleum, thirty-six stories above Manhattan.
I was lying on the floor, unable to move.
My medication was somewhere under the garbage.
My phone had disappeared.
No more electricity.
No more water.
It’s impossible to call for help.
Outside…
Their laughter echoed faintly in the corridor as the elevator doors closed. Doors& Windows
Then…
Nothing more.
For the first time in my life…
I understood exactly what loneliness meant.
But as my vision blurred and my consciousness faded…
My fingers brushed against something hidden under the edge of the bed.
A small metallic object.
An object whose existence I had forgotten for almost six years.
The emergency biometric security module…
secretly installed after an attempted industrial espionage.
A tiny green light blinked once.
Then another one.
And somewhere at the heart of Whitmore Biotech’s encrypted security network…
A silent emergency protocol was activated.
