mercy | hes

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"What the fuck are we supposed to do with her?"

"That's not up to you, is it?"

"We're already in trouble, and your dumb-ass decides to kidnap some girl?"

"Yeah, I fucking did. Deal with it."

My eyes lazily batted open suddenly only to see that I wasn't home. I blinked again. I was in a small office, my hands handcuffed behind the wooden chair I was sitting in. My small wrists ached from the tight metal.

Where the hell am I?

My stomach knotted and I instantly felt a wave on anxiety. My hands jerked against the handcuffs, tying to get loose. I looked around the office, it was almost completely empty except for a smell of stale death and a single painting of a flower pot.

I could hear two men arguing outside the door, one Irish and one British. Their deep voices became muffled and I wasn't able to hear their conversation anymore.

My gun and phone was gone, only replaced by a stinging headache. I groaned at the irritating pain before jerking at the handcuffs again, which was no use. Am I going to die in here? I frantically looked around the room, trying to plan an escape.

The wooden door swung open carefully, making me jump. I looked to see a stunning man with gelled blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and an eyebrow piercing looking straight at me. I gulped, trying to fight the urge to cry. I didn't want my killer to see me cry.

"She's awake." he finally said, still looking at me blankly. He was the Irish one I heard talking. I tried to study his face as best I can so I could report him to the police.

Another stunning man with long, gelled, brown hair and piercing green eyes walked into the office. My narrow eyes locked with this before I looked away. I heard him smirk, making my blood boil.

"We're good, Niall." the British, green eyed, man said to the Irish one.

I remembered his deep raspy voice, he was the one who kidnapped me. Niall hummed and shut the door, leaving me and my captivator alone in the office. I took a deep breath and took one last tug at my handcuffs.

"Hello, Olivia."

I turned my head towards him. "How do you know my name?" my voice was raw, as if I had just woken up.

"I've had my eyes on you for about a year now." his voice was smooth.

I felt time stop. "What?"

He moved closer to me, too close. His eyes darkened and his plump lips frowned slightly. My heart pounded widely in my ear.

"To the time you woke up at seven, to the time you went to bed at 10:30, I was watching you. I know everything about you, Olivia."

All my private moments weren't private. All the memories that I thought were mine weren't even my own. I tugged ruthlessly against my handcuffs, trying to trash out at him. He noticed my angry movements but said nothing.

"You're a total physco! I can't wait until my dad takes you to jail." I spat at him, my livid anger controlling my small body.

He remained frighteningly calm. He bent down until he was eye level with me, his face inches away. His eyes turned a dangerous black. "I'm not going to jail because I'm not getting arrested. I've been in the business for years, what makes you think that some girl like you can ruin me?"