Edges of tomorrow

6. Drugs & Pills

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"Pump my soul full of drugs."

Elizabeth Decker,

"We need you to run an errand for us." Salvador said. The whole thing about giving my freedom was a test. And I failed. Of course they wouldn't just let me go. I knew to much. I seen to much at this point.

"No." I said. They upgraded me from a cell to a room which I was locked in at all times. I lost so much weight. My body was skinny. My bones poking out giving me a hollow look. But my cheekbones have grown sharper. 

"I wasn't asking Beth." I know in my bones that they put a tracker on me. But for the life of me I couldn't find it. He leaned against the door frame. He was tall standing at 6'2  while I only towered him at 5'4.

"I'm not some whore you pick up from the street. And I'm not a fucking dog!" I screamed throwing the broken mirror piece at him. He narrowly ducked down.

"Remind me to get a mirror made out of metal for you." My windows were covered with bars.

 "You bastard!" I charged at him. He was handsome I wouldn't lie to you about that. But he was a disgusting piece of shit. I jumped wrapping my legs around his waist head butting him as he stumbled back at the force of my strength. I bent my body backwards my hands holding the floor as I did a back cart wheel slamming his body into the marble floor. He groaned out, chuckling as I jumped on his like some feral animal. I raised my fist about to punch him before he turned us. Making him on top he caged my body in with his arms.

His black dagger glinted against the light as I smirked, I grabbed the dagger strapped to his thigh as I bucked my hips making him unstable as I twisted us over once again ad placed the dagger at his neck.

My hair fell in his face as he was just there smiling.

"What now Beth?" He asked looking in to my eyes as he grabbed my hair in a big chunk, and pushed it out of my face. My breathing was heavy and I was hungry as shit.

"Now I keep this. And you bring me real food. Not some crap those runway models have."

"Real food?" He cocked his brow, making me roll my eyes at him. 

"Like burgers and chips." I pressed the dagger harder, drawing a spot of blood. He licked his lips and titled his head to the side.

"If you go on that errand." I scoffed. What now I have to buy my freedom too? Day by day?

"Bring the food and we will talk." He smirked. 

"But that dagger is mine." He said and I really considered slicing his neck. But honestly he was much nicer then Marcus was but I suspect that was because Salvador was always on something. Weed or drunk. 

Before I could understand what happen. Salvador had me land on my ass as I just sat there watching his long legs walk away out of my room. I jumped to my feet running as fast as I cant but the door slammed shut in my face as I smashed my fists into the door.

"I WANT MAYANOISE AND KETCHUP YOU BLOODY BASTARD!" I screamed into the keyhole. I don't know if he heard me. But I heard someone shuffling outside my door.

"PUTA!" I screamed  in to the keyhole again.

"It means bitch." The guard outside said. I smiled. I would say random swear words in Spanish and he would always tell me what it means. But he still didn't catch on that I knew Spanish. Not very bright he isn't.

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Thirty minutes later Salvador marched through my door with what I demanded of him and a little more.