Chapter 19

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Angie

Something was disturbing about this caged box I'm in. It was engineered with absolute precision.

The corners are sharp and straight, the window a perfect square with evenly spaced bars.

Someone diabolical designed this cell, they must have sat in a clean office, under the illumination of the natural sun rays, and used their God-given talent to create something so soulless. The rough design only constituted the additional punishment.

Those bastards took me here and I have no idea how they did it, I just woke up in this place. I shook the metal gate violently.

"Let me out!" I screamed, kicking it continuously.

They're supposed to die! Not still walking around, meddling with my plans. Those assassins are useless, they took my money, leaving those idiots to roam.

Vangolio enters the cold damp room, tugging lightly on his lip piercing. He stretches those flexible arms before taking a seat on a chair.

"I - am going to rip your throat out," I seethed at him.

"Big talk for someone who's in a cage." he flings a bunch of bananas inside of the cage.

"You expect ME, the most beautiful thing on this planet -- to eat that piece of shit?"

He laughs long and hard, falling off the chair.

"You should listen to yourself, you're the most delusional chick I've ever come across!" he howls, kicking his feet.

"I'm going to wipe that look off your face in no time. Tell me where I am, I've been asking since day one." I cautioned.

He wipes humorous tears from his eyes.

"I'll tell you on one condition."

"Name it."

There must be a way out of this God-forsaken thing. If I can trick him into freeing me, I'll have the upper hand.

"Say, that you are ugly," he says.

"What?"

Absurd. I'm far from ugly. I'd rather rot in this cage than say that.

He swings the keys over his finger, waiting.

"You heard me." his tone gave away no hint of jest so he was serious.

"I'd rather rot to dust than say that," I swore and spat at his feet.

His poisonous eyes sharpen and his expression was one of someone experiencing an orgasm. He took one long look at the ceiling before glancing at me.

I gasp in shock, seeing tears pour down his face and I hobbled backward.

"Ahh! Just the right answer I sought,"

He sits crossing his legs, the malicious smile on his lips widening unnaturally. I tried clutching my chest, wheezing.

"Romeo," he whispered.

I scamper in the corner of the cage, holding my limbs together in a ball -- watching in absolute terror as a huge white tiger prowls inside the room.

It has glowing amber eyes, rippling with muscle as he walks. His movements are deadly and he had thick paws as big as a saucer.

Sweat was drowning me from where I sat, unable to shift or breathe.

He has a large, heavy head that bobs as he licks Vangolio's arm.

"A beauty, isn't he? He's far from gentle though his name suggests otherwise," he says calmly, petting his flame-coal mixed fur.

He leaps towards the cage with fluid power and when he roars, the entire metal box quake. I nearly fainted, my vision shifted from heavy adrenaline and my lungs could no longer function properly.

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