The Devil's Angel

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝗼

"Looking half a corpse, and half a god."
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Aurora Vega

And with that, the door was slammed closed leaving me in the dark with only the light that shined through the cracks in the door.

No. No. No.

I was starting to panic, memories of being locked in a similar room like this one when I was a kid consumed my thoughts. But this time I had no idea who awaits in this room with me. If anyone did.

The walls were cement, cracked, and cold. A constant dripping noise, one a running pipe would make, echoed from the right side of the room. It was enough to make a person go crazy. My body was leaning against the cold cement, shivering from the coldness.

I hate my life, no matter what I do, or where I go, there will always be some sort of darkness that follows me... and I hate it.

Why can't things just be good for once? I've lived my whole life trying to get out of the dark, just to be thrown back in it.

I sat in the darkness, dried blood of some man covered my clothes, cuts and bruises everywhere on my body.

I made an attempt to try and clean up some of the gashes and cuts, but it was no use.

I had no energy whatsoever. I felt weak. There's nothing more I hate than feeling weak. Right now, that was what I was feeling. And it didn't feel fucking good. My father made me feel weak for so long, and when I finally left, I promised myself that I would no longer be the same sweet, innocent little girl everyone thought I was. The girl that everyone made fun of.

I feel like I'm in a daze, the feeling as if I had drunk too much alcohol. My tongue felt large as if pressed against the back of my teeth, and the taste of blood filled my taste buds. My heart was beating fast, my vision was blurry, my head felt as though it weighed one hundred pounds.

I was just about to fall back into the wall when I heard the sound of heavy, loud steel-toe boots making it way closer to the door. They got louder as they got closer. Eventually, they made it to the door, the cracks in the door where you could see light were no longer there.

Worry invaded my thoughts, making my stomach feel uneasy. I was alone and trapped, anything could happen, and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Not with my current situation.

The door was forcefully slammed open making me jolted. Two men walked into the room, the first man was smiling wickedly as he inched closer to me, he wore an expensive looking suit, a nice watch, and had snow white hair. The second man was shorter than the first, with the same outfit, but with an eyebrow piercing. He had light brown hair and was standing behind the first man.

Fear consumed my body at the thought of what they might do to me. In no way did these men look friendly, quite the opposite frankly.

I sat and thought for a second, it just now dawned on me that they killed an innocent man without a second thought. In the streets of Los Angelo's!

I had so many questions, like why do they want me? What did I do? What are they going to do with me?

They're going to kill me. I have no idea why, but my mind wandered off to the unknown man named the devil that spoke in the ride here: "What we always do when we have a problem."

He's such an ass.

I wanted to cry, but I had no tears left in me. So instead, I just stared at the large men. Hoping maybe they weren't as bad as they looked.

The men started talking in Italian. "È una cosa piuttosto piccola, non mi dispiacerebbe divertirmi un po' con lei." (She's a pretty little thing, I wouldn't mind having some fun with her.)