Traitor

Day 5 (9:00 a.m.)

Eliza's POV

I jolted awake to the sound of someone banging on metal.

Then I realized where I was. What was happening. Who was standing in front of me.

Kiara stared at me with that same blank face, book in hand, loose fist rapping on the metal bars of the cell.

Finally, she stopped as I stared at her, brows furrowed.

"Good morning." She didn't even smile. "I hope you slept well. I have food for you."

I looked over at her desk and saw a steaming bowl of something. "How do I know you didn't poison it?"

Kiara laughed quietly at my question, making me scowl.

"Because we're going to be sharing and you haven't met Boss yet." Kiara replied and she placed her book down, picking up the bowl and stirring it's contents with a spoon. She took a bite and smiled with satisfaction. "I love cinnamon, do you?"

My blood ran cold. "Cinnamon."

She noticed my expression and rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't be eating this if it was poisoned, remember?"

I nodded my shaky head. "Right."

My eyes widened as Kiara stuck keys into the cell door and she slid it open as if I was still asleep.

I instantly launched forward, trying to crash through Kiara and somehow get out of here.

"I don't have a plan or have any idea of where I am, but I have to get out of here somehow!"

Kiara cried out as she sprang out of my way. "Perfect!"

I made a beeline for the door as Kiara fell over. I grabbed the door knob and yanked on it so hard I thought it was going to fall off. The door didn't budge. The handle barely shook. Panic surged through my veins as I heard footsteps quickly approaching me.

I whirled around, throwing a dagger.

Kiara leapt over the couch to dodge as she glared at me, what looked like oatmeal splattered all over her clothes. She crouched low, pulling her knife from out of a pocket in her skirt. She launched forward, swinging her knife with a crazed look in her eyes.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I screamed.

Something cold hovered just a hair away from my neck, and I peeled open my eyes, holding my breath. Kiara's dark hair tickled my face and neck and her warm breaths barely even registered on my skin. That dangerous aura was seeping out of her once again. I didn't even dare to breathe.

"That carpet was washed this morning, so you're going to be the one to clean it." She growled.

"Kiara, darling!" A voice called from the second door beside my cell. "Don't worry about it! You should be more worried about those clothes!"

Kiara stepped away from me slightly with a pout, but kept the knife firm in front of my throat.

"But Nana, she messed up your carpet!" Kiara whined. "And I wasn't finished eating that! It's fine if she didn't want it, I would've eaten it!"

Kiara turned back to me. "Is that why you knocked me over? You didn't want to eat it?"

Confusion was an understatement. I was completely stupefied by this conversation. "Who's outside the other door? Was she really only upset about the carpet? Did she not realize what I was trying to do? Or was that simply not a concern of hers?"

Kiara just ripped my bag of daggers off of me and guided my stumbling legs back to my cell. She threw me to the ground, her knife leaving a small scratch on my cheek. This action made me remember that this is an actual psychopath that I'm dealing with. That it isn't some normal girl that got pissed because I messed up her carpet.