Inna
The morning sun's radiant embrace painted the land with golden hues, causing a frustrated groan to escape my lips. Fucking sun rays, especially those of the early morning, were a relentless annoyance to me. "Damn you sun," I muttered for what felt like the hundredth time, finally sitting up, my eyes remaining firmly shut against the intrusive light. When I finally opened them, a wave of discomfort washed over me, my body aching from the sedatives that had been administered the previous night.
Sedatives? Memories from the night before flooded my mind in a relentless torrent.
The party.
The murder.
The car.
The gunshot.
Instinctively, my hand reached for my neck, a wince escaping my lips as I encountered a cream-like substance.
Removing my fingers, I confirmed the presence of a creamy layer resembling Vaseline. A mix of confusion and anger churned within me. Was he concerned about my skin, or was this just another invasion of my personal space? "Fucker."
Summoning my strength, I staggered towards the bathroom, my movements unsteady. As I inspected my neck in the mirror, a throbbing soreness greeted my touch.
The precise lines, delicate shading, and overall design were a testament to his skill and creativity.
I noticed I was still wearing the dress from the night before, but my butterfly knife was nowhere to be found. He took it but I still had his dagger with me. Wait- I was hiding my knife in my breasts? How the fuck did he get it?
Fueled by anger, I muttered "Asshole" under my breath as I descended the stairs. How dare he tamper with something that belonged to me without my consent?
Approaching the living room, I started hearing different voices coming from them, more like arguing. But that didn't make me stop in my tracks.
Making my presence known, my sight was welcomed by new faces. Two males and one blonde female. And then Sin.
Looking at him, I couldn't help but curse at him, "Asshole" and made my way towards him, "Where the fuck is my knife?" I asked wanting to grab my hands around his neck like a crazy bitch. But all he did was smile and stare at my eyes, which were filling with anger and hate. Finally, some emotions. Check. But then again I was still wrapped by the black silk around my body, making him look down at me walking in motion more like hurriedly towards him, I was angry and I did not care if his guests saw me like this.
I looked like I had sex with someone with my red hair bed tangled like crazy and cheeks flamed red but then he couldn't tell if it was from anger or from my sleep.
I looked crazy, but his eyes showed lust.
"Where the hell is my fucking knife?" I asked for the second time, insisting on each word I was saying, ignoring completely the eyes watching my every move.
"This?" Sin showed me the knife from his pocket, before handing it to me, more like throwing it and I caught it easily. "Take it"
"Next time, don't ever fucking try to touch it" my voice showed nothing other than threatening.
"Next time don't fucking touch me." His piercing gaze was framed by long, dark lashes that seemed to dance as he blinked, adding a touch of playfulness to his intense stare. His hair was styled in a messy, tousled look that fell perfectly over his forehead, adding a hint of boyish charm to his rugged demeanor.
"Got something new to play with, Sin?" A voice, belonging to a blonde woman named Rose, disrupted my thoughts as I turned to face her. My gaze met hers, and an inexplicable sense of tension passed between us. Pity or perhaps disdain seemed to cloud her expression, but I couldn't quite discern which.
