Escape

Chapter 22

Previously in Emma's POV:

"Well well if it isn't Nakia Person."

I jumped and ran down the stairs and froze in my view.

Her mouth was taped up with grey duck tape and her shirt was off, revealing all the open wounds on her back.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HER." I screamed at the dark skinned man.

"She was wondering around my office, her punishment was being whipped." He said while walking over to Nakia.

"Who cares if she was in your office? What are you hiding, condoms?" I screamed.

"There is stuff I want nobody to see, now get the fuck upstairs before I beat the shit out of you too." He snapped and I know I should listen to him but I needed to stay with my best friend.

"No." I snapped.

"I wouldn't of said that if I was you." He said and pulled a gun out of his pocket and put it towards my forehead.

Emma's POV:

Fear is a strong word. It's something that controls our mind to be scared, nervous, frightened of something or someone. I fear of this moment.

The cold gun touched my temple, sending chills down my spine that created visible goosebumps on my skin. Luckily, the man didn't see because this is the reaction he wants out of me.

"SSFT."

I turn my gaze towards Nakia, analyzing what she is trying to say. Maybe it's her saying 'hello' or maybe 'hey I'm horny' or 'pass the holy water' she always asked for some at birthday parties.

"Baby you're awake finally." The dark skinned man said as he looked at my best friend. First thing is, why the hell did he just call her baby? Second thing is, if Nakia is falling for him and not Connor Franta.. She has a bad taste in men. Lastly, I'm debating whether or not to tell him I'm hungry.

"You start training today, both of you. Emma get the fuck upstairs before I pull the trigger on her head." The man sassed, interrupting my thoughts. He ripped the duck tape off of Nakia's mouth, leaving a large mark on her face.

"Oh uh okay." I quietly say, running up the stairs. Definitely a good call to not ask him for food.

As I run up both flights of stairs, I arrive at Ricky's door. Knocking lightly, hopefully he doesn't answer so I can just run away but unfortunately my luck didn't last long as the door swung open, revealing the one and only Ricky Dillon.

"Uh the dude from the basement sent me." I awkwardly say, looking down at my feet as I stand in the doorway.

"Uh okay, come in."

His office is pretty large. It has a cute little desk in the corner of the room with files and a computer on it. The walls are white with a few cheap decorations hung on them. The floors are a cheap wood, creaking every step I took into his office.

"Cool place." I chuckle, admiring the room.

"I..uh..thanks." Ricky replies nervously, sitting down on a chair.

I sit down in front of him and clear my throat, I wonder why this is so awkward for him.

"Well when are you gonna start?" I ask curiously.

"Start what?" Ricky says, looking at me weirdly.

"Uh my training?"

"Oh heh, yeah, let's start now." Ricky says, throwing a bunch of random tools into my lap.

"You need to learn how to use all of these tools." He says, pointing to the ones on my lap.

"Uhm why?" I ask.

"Well you don't wanna get killed do you?! Because I sure as hell don't!" Ricky yells, looking right at me.

"Jesus I get it? I'll learn how to use all of these worthless tools tonight.." I say as I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Good because I'm pretty sure you don't wanna be like the last person who was suppose to be the spy." Ricky said quietly, shoving his hands into his face.

"Why what happened to the last spy?"

"He died?" Ricky said bluntly.

"What, why?" I snapped.

"Because he didn't do what the boss said."

"So you're telling me this dude is controlling your life." I harshly laughed.

"Yeah? He's trying to ruin us all.." Ricky said, looking at me. His eyes are now red and puffy. What is he hiding?

"What do you mean by us all Ricky?"

"He's the one the kidnapped our friends."

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it's short sorry I'm super tired, I'll make corrections tomorrow and add a new chapter that's longer

goodnight✌️