DEVIL IN DISGUISE

29 ➤ LIBERATION

⇢ [Chapter 29: Liberation] ˎˊ˗ ꒰

"I need to buy some things," Ian informed his friend, whom he manipulated to help him in keeping his [Y/N] in captivity. "Watch her. If she goes and escapes, she's not the only one who would get hurt here." He glares before walking away. Lawrence stood there with his hands behind him while shaking his head furiously.

Earlier, Ian had hairspray his hair white and placed makeup on his face, covering the scars on his nose. He adjusted his black hoodie and his ripped jeans before pulling up the hood of his hoodie. He grabbed a glasses from the table and wore it, pushing the center of the glasses to his nose bridge for it to not fall down.  He checked out his disguise in the reflection of a mirror before unlocking the door and leaving.

Upon hearing the door shut, Lawrence lets out a sigh of relief, the weight on his shoulder decreasing. He immediately walked upstairs to the bedroom where [Y/N] was in. And just as he expected, she lay there, helplessly, with her ankle tightly chained to the bedpost. She gazed at the ceiling with a dull look on her face.

She looked over when she heard the door open. Lawrence gave a small wave. The female sighed and looked away from him, a frown on her face. "Ian left," Lawrence spoke out. [Y/N] became intrigued. "He went to buy some things, probably food," He sat on the bed, feeling the soft blankets.

"he told me to watch over you." He looked over at her, who is now looking straight at him with a curious gaze. "[Y/N]." He breathed out. "Do you hate me?" He asked, staring at her in the eyes. The female stayed silent, not bothering to answer the question. Lawrence waited for her to answer but after a minute of silence, he sighed.

"I–I'll just leave." He stuttered, standing up from the bed. With one last glance, he left the bedroom, leaving the female with her own thoughts. She felt helpless, she doesn't know where she is, nor does she know what would happen to her. She is scared for her own safety. [Y/N] knows for a fact that submitting herself is the worst option, yet, she's losing hope and can't seem to resist temptation.

The female groaned and looked sideways, facing the large window where sunlight enters the non-lit room. She closed her eyes, feeling tired from planning and overthinking the whole day.

A sudden shake jolts her awake. "[Y/N], wake up," The smell of delicious food hit her nose. The female hastily sat up with her eyes open. She looked at what Lawrence gave her, a Katsudon pork cutlet rice bowl. The bowl was placed on a tray with chopsticks and a tissue beside it. "Thank you," I mumbled, grabbing the tray and placing it on my lap. The male nodded with a smile, hearing the words I uttered.

Lawrence simply watched her as she ate after praying. She felt uncomfortable but shrugged it off. "[Y/N]?" He called out, the mentioned female hummed in reply. "Can you please answer my question from earlier?" He asked, fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt. 

[Y/N] looked away. "I–I don't know how to answer that..." She murmured, however, it was still heard by the male. "Just answer. Yes or no." He demanded, a serious look on his face. "Lawrence? Why are you making this a big deal?" [Y/N] asked, noticing the change in the atmosphere. "You hate me, don't you?" His eyes welled up.

"Everyone hates me!" He slapped his hands against his thighs, releasing his frustration. His breathing became heavy. "Lawrence, wh–" She was cut off by the male yelling. "I don't know what to do anymore!" Tears escaped his eyes, the salty liquid dripping from his chin down to his shirt. "People know!" He shouted, the volume of his voice almost beginning to hurt the female's ears.

He harshly breathed in before shouting once more. "There's no turning back anymore!" He cried, grabbing something from his pocket. Before [Y/N] could protest, the sound of a gunshot was heard. The birds on the roof flapped their wings away, together with their sounds of confusion and horror. The female's ears ringed continuously. She grabbed the pillow beside her and placed both ends on her ears, wanting to cancel out that deafening hearing.

"Oh my God," She wept, staring down at the corpse of Lawrence. his eyes were left open with his tears still falling. [Y/N] began to shake with her hand covering her gaping mouth. She shakingly grabbed the gun from the male's hand. She placed the gun beside her before crawling closer to his dead body. She dug her hand into his pockets until she felt the metal and thin feeling of the key.

She cheered silently when she unlocked the cuff on her ankle. Once it was free, she massaged it for a few seconds since the cuff was tight to the point where it felt like it's cutting off her ankle if she continues wearing it longer. She stands up from the bed and walked to the door, avoiding the dead corpse. She limped down the stairs, the burning sensation on her ankle still there.

Once she went downstairs, the female began to search for a passcode, the key, and the card. She doesn't know if they're even is an extra one, so why not just try?

She walked over to a random door, hoping it would grant her some of the items she was searching for but she then wished she hasn't opened it. The female screamed with her eyes widened in horror. This is the second traumatizing thing she has seen today. "Zac!" She cried out, running towards the clothed and somewhat unconscious body inside the bathtub filled with red crimson-colored bloody water. The water was leveled to his shoulders, if he slouched down more, he could possibly drown.

"Zac! Wake up!" She yelled at his ears. The man slowly opened his eyes. "[Y/N]?" He called out, his eyes squinted from the sudden brightness of light on the ceiling. "We need to leave!" I cried out, helping him up from the bathtub. I grunted while doing so since he is quite heavy, and his soggy clothes totally definitely didn't help. 

"Ian..." He murmured, looking down, seemingly having to gather his thoughts. He shivered. "Let's go." He walked towards the main door, with his hand on mine. Trails of the blood-colored water followed him as he walks, creating a huge mess on the floor. His clothes were completely soaked, the shirt he was wearing stuck on his figure, the outline of his muscles showing off. 

"Do you know where Lawrence is?" He asked after staring right at the locks on the door. "He's dead," I responded. "He killed himself on the spot." I looked away, feeling pity for the backstabbing male. Zac hummed. "He has the keys and shit, let's find it, and escape." He smiled for the first time in a while. It influenced me to feel joy and hope too. He lends his hand out, asking for me to grab unto. "Let's." I grinned back, taking his hand.