"Are you still afraid of me Y/n?" His deep voice send shivers down my spine like always. He's too close for me to ignore. Why is he doing this? He's not supposed to act this way. What the hell?
Better to be straight forward Y/n! I gulped down the...
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If Y/n hadn't known what does it actually mean by getting kidnapped, then she is starting to know now.
She is exhausted, she knew that no one who had kidnapped you, would keep you safe and sound just like a pretty doll in a show case.
Her lips were chapped and her body was frail due to the wounds that were bleeding through the cuts.
It sucks to be kidnapped. It really sucks. Fuck those authors who make kidnaps as romantic picnics.
"Tch,tch......" Y/n couldn't even open her eyes as Lucius held her jaw gently while inspecting his little gifts that his men had given her all the while, and he just came by, to check up on her. He wanted to see this red thick blood flowing out of her body, through her neck and her wrist.
But too bad he wanted to see her cry first. So he took all his time to give her pain. Well he made his men get busy.
She was almost sure that she couldn't move a bit. She was exhausted, wounded and mostly afraid of getting fainted. She didn't have a chance to get details of her sister.
"What do you want!? I'm sure that I haven't met you ever in my life. Atleast not by my knowing." She spoke trying to get her answers despite her condition.
It was unfair. How can a man whom she had never seen in her life barge into her room and say that he's her new master and her sister is with him. Ridiculous.
Instead of answering her question he just extended his hand to one of his men and the latter just handed his boss a sharp knife which was straight on her neck in a flash, right where she gulped down the lump formed inside her throat as the same went dry.
His deep dark orbs with a hint of mischief scared her to the core. His eyes were dangerous, dangerous because she could see the curiousity and the sparkles in his eyes as if a child is watching something fascinating.
Fuck that bastard, she's not a Christmas tree with those sparkling lights wrapped around her, neither she's a Santa with those Jingle bells and cute tummy. If she's a Santa she would have just knocked him down with that pot tummy which she loved in santa. For god sake she's wounded with blood splattered all over. What is making him excited. Psychotic bastard.
She felt the knife in his hands getting shifted to her shoulder making her shut her eyes as he tapped the sharp thing on her clavicle making the cold metal to get in contact with her skin.
*Tap*
*Tap*
And
*Tap*
A sharp shreik left her lips as he ran the knife along the skin below her shoulder blades making her bleed.
The thick red thing flew out of her skin passing her a warm sensation as it dripped slowly from her skin.... making her dizzy. Damn all the blood she had lost.
