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   Chapter 29 Life Or Death (Part One)

The Devil's Lure By The Devil's Lure Characters: 8049

Updated: 2020-03-17 00:34

Tracy tried to move, but the gun pressed against her head stopped her.

She took a deep breath and tried to control the panic flooding through her veins.

Her heart was hammering in her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut. Judging the movement behind her back, she realized that the person had come alone.

"Who are you?"

Tracy's voice trembled.

She bit her lip and waited for the man to answer him.

"The one who wants your life. You can call me Fatty."

The man's icy voice sent a chill down her spine.

Tracy swallowed loudly.

"Where is Ray?"

She fisted her palm to control the tremor.

Although her voice carried no emotion, the nervousness and fear were wracking her.

"Miss, you talk too much."

The man pressed the gun harder against her head this time.


Tracy stumbled and almost fell as the man shoved her forward.

She gained her balance, took a deep breath and followed his orders without thinking.

"Go to the top floor!" the man growled.

The reality of the situation came crashing down. Tracy had to be cautious; otherwise, she would die before saving Ray.

Therefore, she followed the man's every word.

The two of them finally got to the second floor of the abandoned factory. Tracy couldn't help but turn back.

The man was short, and had a heavy, brutal-looking face. The ferocity of the man's hideous face frightened her.

"Who are you?"

She summoned all her strength and glared at him.

The man's face broke into a lopsided grin. "Miss, I'm sorry. I'm doing this for the money; don't get confused and think that I have a personal motive. We have never met each other before."

Tracy took a deep breath to regain her composure. She looked at the man; her eyes were blazing with anger. "Where is Ray?"

She tried to remain calm when a tumultuous wave of fear was crushing her heart.

Tracy's heart was hammering in her chest; she had lost all hopes. The panic flooding through her body was killing her spirits, but she had to remain calm for Ray.

An eerie silence pervaded the abandoned factory. She could hear the sound of her own heartbeat.

The fat man pointed his gun at Tracy without uttering a word.

"It's a pity we don't have enough time." He raked his eyes across her body and smiled. "You look incredible."

The man's baleful laughter scared her to death. She could feel the blood rushing backward in her body.

Tracy looked around; she was alone with a creepy man in the middle of the forest. Worse, the man was holding a gun.

The fear in her intensified. It felt like the worst nightmare of her life. She glanced at the gun and stared into the man's eyes.

"Where is Ray?"

Tracy was desperate to find Ray. She was here only for Ray. Nothing else seemed more important than the little boy's life. The more he worried Ray, the more she became anxious.

She was shooting daggers at the man, as if she would pounce on him at any moment.

"You can't even take care of yourself. How are you going to protect someone else's child?"

the man scoffed. He enjoyed witnessing her reaction.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want? Give Ray back to me."

Tracy pounced on the guy and grabbed his collar.

"What are you doing? Let me go,"

the fat guy roared and raised his hand.

He pushed her to the ground and stepped closer.

Tracy yelped in pain.

She tried to steady herself, but every bone in her body hurt. She wanted to curl into a ball and wait for someone to rescue her.

Tears welled in her eyes.

Every minute wasted would be dangerous for Ray.

The thought about the little boy gave Tracy the strength to fight back. Ray needed her; she had to be there for him.

She gritted her teeth and reminded herself not to cry.

The deafening sound of the gunshot brought Tracy back to her senses.

She hugged herself as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.

The fear was overwhelming.

She felt numb all over. Tracy closed her eyes and prayed for this moment to be over soon. The r

eality of the situation was killing her.

"Don't worry, I'm not heartless enough to kill an innocent child so soon."

Tracy sniffed and struggled to stand.

The pain was overwhelming, but she managed to get up. She shifted her weight between her feet, wiped her face, and glared at the man.

"Where is he?"

Excitement bubbled in her heart. She was desperate to see Ray.

The fat man pointed his gun to a corner that she hadn't noticed all this while.

Tracy turned around and saw a little boy bound to a chair.

Anger, hatred, and disgust simmered in her heart. She couldn't watch the poor boy suffer.

Ray was drenched in sweat; his slick hair was sticking to his forehead. His mouth was clamped with tape; his bloodshot eyes were staring at her for help.

Tracy's heart broke into a thousand pieces.

She felt that her heart was bleeding. Only a heartless monster would hurt a little kid.

However, she was happy to, finally, see Ray. Now that Tracy was here, she wouldn't let anyone hurt him.


She dashed towards him.


The man's one word arrested Tracy to the spot. Bile rose in her throat; she wanted to rip him apart.

"You fucking monster! He's just a child. How could you do this to him?"

she screamed hysterically.

Her feeble legs gave away; she slumped to the ground.

Tracy hugged her knees and began to sob hysterically.

The man scowled at her; there was not a trace of sympathy in his fierce eyes.

"I can see that you're desperate to rescue him. You want him alive, don't you, Miss?"

Hearing his words, Tracy sensed that something was wrong.

Her stomach clenched with fear; she wanted to throw up.

"Let's play a game, shall we?"

Tracy snapped her head up to look at the guy. "If you win, then the boy gets to live."

The man grinned.

Tracy was drained. Her body was stinging; she didn't have the strength to play games.

However, Ray's life was at stake. Tracy wiped a lone tear trickling down her cheeks and looked at him.

"A game?"

"Did you notice the structure of this abandoned factory?"

The man let his gaze drift over this building.

Tracy followed the man's gaze.

She examined the place carefully.

It was old and covered with overgrown shrubs. It was not necessary a factory, perhaps an office building or an educational institution a long time ago.

They were on the second floor; the structure was in an oval shape.

Tracy knitted her brows and looked at the man.

"Yes. What do you want me to do?"

She couldn't fathom what the man would want her to do at a place where no one had set foot in a long time.

The man looked at her and guffawed.

"I love games like these; they give me an unusual kick. I don't have enough time, so let me come to the point. I have set explosives in the child's arms; the fuse is on the first floor. I'm going to light the main wire. All you've got to do is orbit the oval floor and return before the fire reaches the second floor. Otherwise... well, I'm sure you're aware of the consequences."

The blood on Tracy's face drained in an instant. Her body began to tremble.

She peered at the building as tears clouded her vision.

Tracy understood the man's words.

She needed to climb the oval floor.

Meanwhile, the man would ignite the explosives.

If Tracy wanted to leave this place, alive, with Ray, then she had to go circulate the building before the fire reached the explosives.


The place I can climb is too narrow, less than ten centimeters wide. How can you expect me to finish a circle?"

She was frightened. She stared at the man with fury in her eyes.

In order to finish the task, the only way she could go was through a narrow path which she could barely put one foot on.

It would be impossible to make in time.

The fire would consume both Ray and Tracy before she returned.

"You are determined to kill us.

You don't want us to leave this place alive."

Tracy didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

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