Zero O'clock

06

Shanika

When I woke up to find myself chained to a bed with a muscular guy at the corner of the room,not really looking at me but obviously there to keep an eye on me,I knew I had gotten into some deep shit. My eyes darted around the room,trying to find something familiar. Even though the guy in the room with me was Asian,I wanted to believe Zola was behind this,I mean,how many enemies did I have?

But the more I looked at that blue,blurry portrait adorned with cobalt dots,the dark matte carpeted floor,extending to the brown leather couch where the creepy man sat,the more I knew that wasn't true,just what was easier to believe. Worry nipped at me,crawling under my skin and making me shiver.

"Ex-,"my voice was too hoarse that he barely heard me.

"Excuse me,"I said before clearing my throat,glad that he had heard me when he fixed me with a cold stare.

"Who are you and why do you have me chained to the bed?"I asked,trying to keep my voice even.

He didn't answer,instead,he turned his attention back to his phone like he hadn't heard a single word.

"Excuse me,I'm talking to you. Why are am I here and why are you treating me like a fucking prisoner?" I inquired but once again,to no avail.

"Hello? Are you deaf?" I snapped,getting impatient. He looked at me again before turning his attention back to his phone with a little whistle,clearly pleased with himself.

I grunted,twisting my wrists off the handcuffs that held me down to the bed but the more I tried,the more I exhausted myself and more pain coursed through my back,shooting and pulsing down my spine. It was pointless and I knew it.

I stopped as I heard more than one pair of heavy footsteps approaching before the door swung open.

Only one man entered as the other stood at the door and waited for the mute one I'd been with before the door closed shut again,leaving me with a tall man with scary dark eyes that were like the ponds that held the souls of the dead regarding me so coldly. I felt another shiver down my spine as I saw myself in those eyes,I knew them from somewhere.
He seemed to suck more air out of the room with each step,I jerked my arms up and down the bed again,trying to break free.

"I'd stop that,if I were you,"he spoke. His hoarse voice chilling me to the core and my heart hammered in my chest as he stood next to the bed,looking down at me.

"You're hindering your own recovery,"he stated simply,nonchalance unconcealed in his tone.

"What do you want from me?" I said through grounded teeth.

An evil smirk tugged at his lips. "Do you really want to know?"

I narrowed my eyes at him threateningly, a dumb gesture,of course.

"Are you going to tell me who the fuck you are and what I'm doing here?"

He folded one arm in front of his chest and jerked his chin with his free hand as he observed me like I was some lab rat.

"How do you feel?"he asked.

"Why do you care?" I rolled my eyes.

"Because even though I don't really care about your health and wouldn't hesitate to get you on the job while you're like this,it is important to my boss that your health is at its best,"he said.

"Your boss? Who do you work for?"I cocked my eyebrow,locking eyes with him once again. Dead. Devoid. Familiar.

"Wait a minute,I know you,"I said accusingly,"shit,you were there that day,you shot Kiernan, you killed Zola's man."