THE TROPHY

AKESHA'S eyes widened at this unexpected turn of events. Whoever wanted her dead, this might be the best time to kill her. But who would have the audacity to hurt her on this private property? Was it one of her bodyguards?

"If you want to get out of here alive, don't move and come with me. Consider this as payment for what you did five years ago," said a familiar female voice behind her. 

Wait, a female voice!

"S-Shari?" Akesha swallowed hard. She hadn't seen her for the last five years. But what if she was just mistaken? 

"This is Hecate, over. I've already got my trophy." Her capturer giggled. 

Akesha finally breathed loosely, and her pounding chest calmed down with that confirmation. When she turned around, she saw a beautiful face of a woman in a wetsuit. The soft light touching her face from the lamppost a few meters from them was enough for Akesha to recognize her. 

"Shari!"