She stared death in the face and she smiled.
At least that's what the stories said.
So they called her the queen of darkness.
But some knew better.
And so they called her the devil instead.
-S.E George
I'm not a complicated woman.
But I suppose...
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November 7th
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After days of nonstop boredom, something interesting finally happened. In the last four days I did pretty much nothing other than sleep, talk to Natasha every now and again, and eat something shitty that the bitch would throw at me in hopes to hit me. She failed every single time. You'd think a mafia woman would know how to aim. Maybe she's just weak? Who knows.
The only slightly productive thing I would do during the day, was try to exercise my leg. Doing stretches and putting more and more pressure on it. I could walk without crutches now, it would hurt a bit and I would limp, but I could do it.
I was bored shitless, overthinking Anything everything to a point of complete and utter damnation. Every though I had was getting more and more depressive.
If I can't leave this room soon, then imma have to find a really creative way to kill myself.
As I was having this thought, I heard the key jingling in the lock and the slight creek of the door. But it wasn't Jessica or Natasha that entered. No no no; it was someone far more interesting in this moment.
It was Rodrigo. Someone in which I hadn't seen for days now. Someone who hadn't bothered to pay me a single visit.
I stood up as he entered, trying to read his expression and body language. He was in a posh suit, his stance was either annoyed or, worried. It's surprising how similar these two emotions can be. They both link into each other like the yin and yang.
After over a minute of awkward silence, I spoke the first words.
'You came into my room, shouldn't you be the one doing the talking?'
Let's be honest. I'm not good at playing the naive, innocent girl.
His mouth slightly curled as he stared me down. What's this bitch looking at? I didn't have greasy hair and I had only showered this morning. What could his issue be?
'The boss wants to see you. I would get changed into something other than that.' I looked down at my oversized graphic t-shirt and loose shorts. I then looked back up at him, puzzled.
'What's wrong with my clothes? Not like I've got anyone to impress here.'
