The Night In Greece

It was a serene and tranquil evening in Athens, Greece and I was strolling through the captivating streets. The warm zephyr brushed my figure as I crept through the hectic roads without looking back. The sapphire sky gradually darkened into a cool night. The number of people on the streets abated and soon there were none. Minute stars twinkled in the obsidian sky as night fell. I slowly lost familiarity with my surroundings. Soon enough I stopped and realised something. I was lost.

I was speechless, bitter, and devastated as I stood there rooted to the ground. I gazed unwaveringly at the deserted scenery and tried to spot my hotel in the plethora of majestic buildings. On my right was the shimmering, black sea and on my left were towering vivid houses. I was surrounded by an air of trepidation as I anxiously paced through the moonlit lanes. I was about to despair, but I encountered a burly bilingual who was fluent in both English and Greek. The man had tanned wrinkled skin, and a blatant scar that trekked across his right cheek, amplifying his rugged features. He seemed to be genial, but I had an uncomfortable premonition of fear, which alluded to something fishy about the overly kind man.

I fatuously ignored my instinct and intuition and trusted the suspicious stranger. I got into his antiquate mahogany car and buckled up. The engine made a deafening roar that echoed through the town. As the driver drove through the abandoned streets, a plethora of questions flooded my mind. “Who is this man? Why is he so suspicious? How do I know I can trust him?” My thought process came to an abrupt stop as the vehicle halted.

I tried to question him multiple times, but he played deaf. My hotel was not in sight, so I asked him where we were. He replied that we were staying in his residence overnight and he will get me to my hotel in the morning. I then made the most foolish mistake of my life. I followed him into the loft.

The hut was dusty, with thick cobwebs glued to the wooden walls. Cigarette smoke invaded the tension filled air. When the smoke faded, I finally saw three figures with colossal cigarettes placed on their thin lips.

“Who is this young man?” the first man questioned.

“He decided to come over for the night,” the driver answered.

Out of the blue, the four strangers grabbed my feeble limbs and tied me to the nearest wall. Strong fibre ropes bound me to the muddy wood. Their razor-sharp eyes tracked my every move. An abrupt rage took place in me, as my mind was fizzing, trying to control the overwhelming inferno brewing inside me. My veins felt as if they would burst as I tried to rend the ropes. My right arm finally broke free and I used it to jab the man in front of me. I ripped the bind on my other arm and pulled my legs out of the ropes. I tugged the rope and lashed at the strangers. I whipped them all until they were lying on the floor bleeding, but I believed that they deserved a worse punishment.

I eluded the loft and zealously searched for the hotel. I strode through the lanes as the golden glowing sun chased the clouds away and spread ecstasy everywhere. After a couple of hours of roaming, the hotel caught the corner on my naked eye. I excitedly sprinted towards it and got inside a warm, snug room. I was finally safe after a tragic night.