I groan loudly as my head rolls back, relishing all the pain I was in.
My head was throbbing, despite the fact my vision was somewhat blurry, I tried to look around at my surroundings.
For anything that could help me.
I knew my hands were tied but with what?
I pulled on them, but the blood rush told me that it had to be zip-lock ties.
Couldn't get some handcuffs?
As my senses decided to join the party, I heard slight mumbling.
They didn't look professional, so I decided on annoying them until one of them gave me a tool or a chance to escape.
Slim chance, but still, I had to try.
In a corner next to a table, I saw two men in the dark.
"Great, I'm stuck with the Twimble and Twumble twins" I sarcastically appraise.
"Get the kit. She's up" One of them ordered.
"Ooh, the kit. Is that for all victims, or am I just special?" I smirk, moving my head down, redirecting the shining light.
"Amazing. We've got a talker" the taller man moans.
"Won't be talking soon" another smirks.
"Okay fine. What's your name? If I'm going to be tortured, I want to know the people. After all we could become besties" I taunt.
"Shut up bitch" the shorter one spits as he slaps me around the face, as I face the side, I see another chair occupied.
Looking up, I see the complaining brat from the hotel, unconscious so I guess her man is here too, turning my head I see another chair to my right and Rapp is knock out.
Great, just what I needed.
"Did you have to tie me up?" I rhetorically counter-ask.
"Yes, you would've ran away." He says like it's the most obvious thing.
"So what? We both know you're faster than me." I smiled disappointingly.
"Shut it, both of you! You wanna talk? Fine. I'm Hernando. This is Martin. We're going to torture you unless you answer our questions" he introduces as his accent slips through.
"Nice to meet you, Martin. Also, Italian? You look it, but you. Bro is the whitest white boy I've seen" I laugh.
I mean who tells you their name and says they are going to 'torture' you, this just screams amateurs.
"God do you ever shut up? We know who you are, we just need the confession, your Jones' daughter right?" Now Hernando-Man asks.
I look up at them, tilting my head in question. Who the fuck is Jone?
They crossed their arms and flat-out stare at me.
"Alright, fine. You were right. I'm batwoman." I sigh heavily.
"Damn, Bruce and Alfred are gonna get me on that one" I play along with my little joke.
"Can't we just gut her already?" Martin snaps.
"That's no way to treat a guest" I tease.
They didn't find that funny.
Which resulted in a new pocket.
My bad, a stab wound in my leg.
Hernando was about to bore me with some sort of villain speech until my phone started ringing and woke up sleeping beauty.
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AcciónThey meet at a ball. Love at first sight? Maybe not, although they must push the feelings they have for each other away.... Mitch Rapp is known as a cold hearted man, only showing his emotions to people he sees as family, but will that all change w...
