It's been a few days since we've ran away from the place. I carried Aria into a random truck standing in front of the establishment, and that was our transport back to Princeton. She even fell asleep, thankfully. It was enough for me to know that she feels safe around me. After all it was a traumatic experience, no one ever should have to experience that.
I have no idea how she's doing now, I haven't seen her around the university. My leg is still fucked. They've shot me, deepened the wound, and then I also drove a mile, which put extreme pressure on my leg. But I had to bring her home.
The night was quiet as I walked out of the university campus to my car. It had been a long day of lectures and I was ready to head home and relax.
As I approached my car, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my back and everything went black, as I stumbled on my feet. When I regained consciousness, I found myself surrounded by multiple men. They had guns pointed at me and before I could even process what was happening, they shot me.
I could feel the blood pooling around me as they dragged me into their van and drove away. My mind was in a haze.
After what felt like hours, they finally brang me into a buidling and left me alone in a cold, dark room. I could barely move, my body aching from the torture.
But then, a new man entered the room. He was different from the others, he was wearing a formal black tux. He dragged me to another room where I saw a familiar face - Aria. She was weeping uncontrollably, and my heart broke at the sight of her in this place.
Despite my own pain, I tried to comfort her, telling her that everything would be okay. But it was hard to believe my own words as I saw the fear in her eyes.
But I promised myself that I would do whatever it takes to protect her.
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Poisonous Love
Romantik"It's a long story." "I watched you cry for about- was it 20 minutes? I have plenty of time."
