All Because of an Accident|

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Countdowns & Gods
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OUT OF INSTINCT, my lower lip found it's way between my teeth. Looking up at this man would make anyone nervous yet excited at the same time.

I was apart of that 'anyone' group.

Just like before, his eyes darted from mine to my lips. I felt his hand's grip loosen until it slid up my neck, landing on my chin. His thumb pulled down on my lip, a small smirk growing on his face as he saw my lower lip, now coated in saliva, glistening.

I wasn't paying attention, my eyes trained on his face, taking in every detail I could.

Before I could experience another panic attack, his deep voice interrupts me.

"Why are you sitting on my couch?" He asks as his eyes trail back up to mine. My breath got caught in my throat as his forest green eyes bore into mine.

"I-I was told to.." I whispered, making my best effort not to anger him. I knew I had a mark around my neck, even with my dark skin it was easily visible in the mirror.

"Ah, my mother." He mumbles to himself. I lightly nodded my head and he let me go.

He walked around the couch, taking a seat across from me. The pillow now out of sight, I was forced to focus on him.

"Very well, if she thinks you're worth saving, give me a reason." He said blandly, almost as if he was bored of this conversation already.

"I'm sorry? A r-reason to what?" I ask, deathly afraid of the answer. He moved from his leaned back position, leaning forward as his elbows rested on his parted legs. His large hands met in the middle, intertwining with each other as he gave me a subtle smirk.

"A reason to let you live."

I let out a huff of air, completely unaware of when I began holding it. I gulped as he continued to stare at me.

That lady said this was the mafia right? I bet this guy was trained to kill with any common object or some crazy ninja shit like that.

My eyes moved around the room, trying to find anything that could end a life. I snapped out of it when I heard a low chuckle.

My ears perked up as they followed the source, being met with the only man in the room. He held an amused look in his eyes but his lips were in a thin, straight line.

"Don't make me start counting down." He said as he narrowed his eyes. I scooted back as I saw the seriousness they held.

His eyes reminded me of a television set. With the right tool or command they could so easily be switched up, making you experience something you'd never want to or something you never had.

"10." He began.

I stared at him as if he was crazy.

"9." He hummed as he tilted his head to the side, wanting a reaction from me.

"8."

A reason to live?! Maybe the fact that I'm only 20 and I've never traveled? Or that I'm a virgin who never got to live out my own life and fulfill my dreams cause I was always too busy worrying about everyone else?

"5."

I looked back up at him and he stared back at me. He had just skipped 3 numbers. The less time I had the more I realized, I had nothing worthy enough to live for.

"4."

"Stop." I said as I closed my eyes, hoping he'd pause to let me think, think of anything. "Please, stop."

"3." He continued.

I reopen my eyes and saw a small smirk plastered on his gorgeous face.

"2."

"I have nothing!" I shouted as I abruptly stood up. "I have nothing to live for so you might as well kill me now!"

He looked up at me and I noticed he held one finger up. He adjusted his posture to where he was able to lean back with his legs wide open.

"You have one second. You're going to waste it?" He asked. His silky smooth voice enters one ear but quickly left the other as I looked back down at him.

This time what I saw in him wasn't beautiful or unique. It was ugly and cruel. This man was going to kill me because I didn't have a reason he deemed good enough to live for.

Rage filled my mental capacity, making me shake with it. I couldn't take this type of mental abuse, not anymore.

"I don't have to have a reason to want to live, you're no God! You can't choose who dies and who survives!" I shouted. My raised voice becomes apparent as I see his expression change.

He held a slight frown, barely noticeable, and arched eyebrows. The channel in his eyes switched to a network I could only assume was viewed by the unlucky. They looked as if they wanted to kill. As if he had thought he was a God and had been disrespected on sacred ground.

He quickly stood up, easily towering over me and I took steps back. He looked down at me as his jaw clenched.

"Speak to me like this again, it'll be the last thing you say." He said in a quiet tone. I couldn't help but let my eyes water as he spoke.

My eyes now face to face level with his chest, I watched as his breathing became ragged. His chest rising and falling at unnatural speeds.

"Come." He said as he began to walk away. I looked at him, confused before I walked after him. His long legs took large strides as my much smaller ones struggled to keep up.

We climbed a new flight of stairs, down multiple hallways, and up another flight. We stopped in front of a white door. I found it odd.

It was only odd because all the other doors in the hallway were a tanned manilla color. He looked down at me as he twisted and pushed the doorknob, successfully opening the mysterious door.

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