The Law Student

How it happened...

Mahveen, 21, a second-year law student was thrilled to begin her first job as a research assistant for a renowned criminal lawyer, Eduardo. Eduardo was known for his unwavering commitment to justice, especially in high-profile cases. His latest case involved an elderly couple seeking justice for their three daughters, who had been tragically murdered by a notorious serial killer.

The case had captivated the public's attention and the media had been buzzing with updates. Mahveen was deeply invested in the work, feeling a personal connection to the victims and a drive to help bring their killer to justice.

As she was walking home from a bookstore, her thoughts were on the case. She was exhausted but determined, knowing that every bit of research she did could potentially help Eduardo secure the evidence needed to convict the killer.

Her phone buzzed with a message from Eduardo, reminding her of a crucial piece of evidence he needed urgently. Mahveen quickened her pace, eager to get home and work on the task. Her thoughts were focused on the files, not on the darkening street around her.

The autumn leaves rustled under the dim streetlights, The crisp air and the quiet of the evening were comforting, but tonight, something felt off. She quickened her pace, casting nervous glances over her shoulder. Just as she rounded the corner to her street, a figure emerged from the shadows.

Suddenly, she was jolted from her thoughts by the feeling of a rough hand gripping her shoulder. Before she could react, a cloth was pressed to her face, and everything went black.

When Mahveen awoke, she was bound and gagged in a dim, decrepit warehouse. Her heart pounded as she struggled against her restraints. The man who had kidnapped her appeared; his face still partially hidden by his hood.

"You," he said coldly, "are here because of Eduardo.

The man paced in front of her, his anger palpable. "You think you're so important, don't you? All your research, all your hard work—it doesn't mean a thing now."

The sound of the warehouse door creaking open startled her. Pietro's attention shifted to the new arrival, and Mahveen's hope flared as she glimpsed the silhouette of a figure standing in the doorway. Could this be her chance to escape, or would it bring even more danger?

Mahveen's fear and determination mingled as she prepared herself for whatever would come next, hoping for a chance to turn the tide and bring justice not only for the victims but for herself as well.

Mahveen's mind raced. She needed to find a way out and quickly. But as she stared at the man, she couldn't shake the feeling that this night was only the beginning of something far more complex and dangerous.

Mahveen's heart raced as the man left the room, his footsteps echoing ominously. She was left alone with her thoughts, her mind struggling to piece together any possible escape. The dim light from the flickering bulb created eerie shadows that danced on the walls, heightening her sense of dread.

The man returned shortly, dragging a struggling woman behind him. The woman was young, perhaps in her early twenties, with a look of sheer terror in her eyes. Her clothes were torn, and her face was streaked with dirt and tears.

Mahveen's breath hitched as the woman was forced into a chair opposite her. The man stood in the centre of the room; his demeanor almost theatrical as he addressed his new captive. "Welcome to the show. You're about to witness my talent."

Mahveen's stomach churned as she realized what was about to happen. The man retrieved a knife from his belt, the same one he had used on her. He approached the woman with deliberate, slow movements, savouring her fear.

"No, please!" the woman begged, her voice breaking. "I didn't do anything!"

Mahveen's eyes filled with tears as she watched the scene unfold. She tried to look away, but the man's icy gaze kept her fixed in place. The knife glinted in the dim light as it moved closer to the woman. The woman's pleas became frantic, but her cries fell on deaf ears.

With a swift, practiced motion, the man ended the woman's life. The room filled with a heavy, suffocating silence as he wiped the blade clean and turned his cold, calculating gaze back to Mahveen.

"Do you understand now?" he asked, his voice eerily calm. "This is the reality you're a part of. You're here because of Eduardo. You'll witness everything."

Mahveen's mind reeled from the horror she had just seen. Her heart ached not only for the woman who had just lost her life but also for herself. The man's words made it clear that her ordeal was far from over.

As the man left the room, Mahveen's thoughts turned to finding any possible way to escape or fight back. But for now, all she could do was process the grim reality she had been thrust into, and the only light in her situation was the faint hope that she might find a way out before becoming the next victim.

So the man was targeting her to get back at Eduardo for his pursuit of justice?

Her mind raced, trying to think of a way to get out of this situation and warn Eduardo. Her heart sank as she understood the gravity of her situation. It was Pietro. The man they had been tracking down for their current case. His vendetta against Eduardo was personal, and she was caught in this crossfire. She needed to find a way to escape and alert Eduardo to her predicament.