I wake up, feeling nauseous. Where am I? I think to myself, giving no help to my question. The room is dark, so dark I can't even see my hands waving in the dark. No windows, no light, nothing.
Suddenly an unwelcome thought and memory enters my mind.
"Mommy..?" She smiles at me. The most beautiful woman I've laid eyes on. My mom. Her beautiful dark brown hair gently laying on one shoulder touching her collar. Her gorgeous dress clenching around her beautiful body.
Suddenly her eyes widen and her smile is gone.
"Ellie.. run..now!" She shouts.
"Mom.. what no, please, don't leave me" I sob. She gently caress my cheek one last time before giving me a kiss and push me out of the door. She quickly closes it and locks it. "No, mom, please open the door."
I hit the door with my fist banging on the door several times.
My eyes burning, I open them into thin slits. My throat is sore as I feel my heart thumping in my chest, panic filling me.
As the touch of foot steps enter my ears I'm quickly back to reality. My body shivers at the lack of proper clothing. What am I wearing? The room lacking light is giving me a rigid headache.
leisurely, the door opens, the dim light hitting my eyes before I shut them close briefly for a moment. When I peel my eyes open again a towering dark shadow stands before me, his jaw defined almost cutting through air at the sight of his shadow.
Not being able to see his face I slowly walk back until a cold wall tap my back and send a shiver down my spine. I slowly fall to my feet when he walks towards me. Not giving him a chance to see that I'm alarmed.
"Stand up," he growls.
Fuck no. I'm not giving him the satisfaction.
I ignore him, looking down at the floor; not giving him any attention.
"Stand up, I'm not saying it again."
As he receives my ignorance once again he lets out a sigh.
"Have it your way, then," he says calmly, reaching down to tilt my head up resting his two fingers under my chin.
As I get close I bite his finger. "Arghh!" he moans.
"Get the fuck up, bitch!"
A smack leaving my face, I hiss.
"I thought you weren't saying that again? and by the way, you taste like shit." I chuckle.
As he's about to fire a punch, I spotlessly block and duck, crawling under him to punch him from behind. Hit. Suddenly, remembering, I quickly touch my ear. The ear piece is gone. Seriously? He quickly draws his gun.
"Really? You're not man enough to face a woman without a gun?" He grins. Why the fuck is he grinning. He points the gun at me and then at the door. Granting that he wants me to go out. I stand up not taking my eyes off his when two men quickly grab my arms and I'm forced to break eye contact.
All this for a female, are they that scared? Really. As they push me to walk further, I sigh, but I remember to keep my presence in check aswell as my poker-face.
When we finally get to the end of the hallway, the man with emerald eyes pace before us and knock on the door, aggressively, the large door with two doors. A quick mumble is said from the inside of the room and the man opens the door and hurries me in.
As I enter, I quickly count the men standing, all in black clothing. Fifteen. Thirteen of them standing in a straight line. Questioningly, all of them are wearing ski-masks yet again as a sense not to reveal their faces. Except this one guy. No mask.
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Our Deception
Action''Kill me, Elijah. Do it!'' I scream, tears flooding down my cheeks as I get ready for what's next. He gazes at me, and for the first time, I realize, there's tears welling up in his eyes, too; like he's in utter pain. His gun is aimed at my forehe...
