𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮

What's done is done

His face looked like he didn't care if I hated him or not. He crossed the room in only three big strides until he stood tall before me. He looked at least 6' 1, against my 5' 3 self. He may be able to crush me with only his palms and I wouldn't stand a chance. He was built strong. Those arms and thick thighs with a broad shoulder were enough to judge we probably worked out every single day. He held my hand, crushing it beneath his tight grip. I tried getting off his finger or two but nothing budged from its place. He threw me on the bed. But I managed to push myself off of it. I crossed my hands even though my insides screamed to obey. Sweat trickled my forehead & I prayed that it went unnoticed. But what am I even wishing for? His calculated eyes & composure never missed anything. 

"Sit", he obliged me. His voice was so rough & commanding. It sounded like he'd never heard a 'no' from anyone. People just automatically did whatever he said. I couldn't resist obeying too. Obeying for an instance doesn't mean I'm submitting, it only means I'll only listen for as long as I don't find another way to leave this hell hole. 

With my arms still crossed I sat. He dragged a chair behind him and sat ever too close.

"Listen without any further shit that you do. Or I promise to quiet you for an eternity", he further added, while remaining calm. What he told me was quite unlikely to happen. You know, me listening to him but I remained quiet.

As far as I observed he doesn't have a gun on him right now but I wouldn't trust my eyes with the events from yesterday. When he almost unalived me, if it weren't for his precision with shooting I might've been long dead. Makes me ponder how many he has already killed to reach that level of accuracy & skill. "Your parents and mine were close allies", as soon as he said that I slapped him across his face hard, but I bet my hand hurt far more than his face did. 

But when I did that, I could sense what was coming. He snapped out his gun from God knows where pushing me on the bed, he climbed above trapping me between his legs, aiming for my forehead. He restrained himself, but why though? Then he gruffed & left straight out of the bedroom. I was so grateful he got off me, that I missed seeing what he did to open the door. 

After him two men, tall but not taller than him. They were heavily built though. They grabbed my arms, one each and dragged me back to the basement I came from. Then they tied me to a chair with rugged ropes. They scratched and left marks every time I tried wiggling against them. Once they were done they left me there to rot.  

Time skip

I've been here for 3 days and 2 nights. It's my third night here. I've had no food ever since, they only gave me a glass of water after I pleaded with the doors, since no reply came whatsoever except a glass of water splashed on my face on my 2nd night here. My skin is clammy, hair stuck to my face. I might have caught a cold since nights in the basement are pretty chilly, air is strong & my clothes get wet from sweating through the hot day, making me sneeze a lot. I've learnt their routine. Everyday they come to the basement, when the sun hasn't appeared above in the sky. I can tell this by the light through only one window. There are other rooms in the basement, similar to the one I'm held inside. You enter the basement through a metal door, there's this hallway with several rooms. I observed it all when I was taken here, after slapping their boss. I'm at the end of the hallway. I hear people being brought inside during the day, they're tortured until they pass out. I hear begging, screaming, grunting through the pain, screeching tools against cement & gunshots. Sometimes I puke when I hear too much of it. The walls, I've been staring at them all day long, They're made out of cement, the floor as well. 

It's only at night that I hear the devil speak. Their inquiry with the captive prolongs until they get rid of the speaker. 

Today is different though. I haven't heard them come in. I feel like my throat is closing. I can't get a word out. I want to ask them for water. I can't take it anymore.

"Please, is there someone out there?I really need water. Please", I repeated this only until my hoarse voice finally died out. I heard the metal banging against metal. My door opened revealing the same two men who tied me to this chair. They both walked inside together & parted ways to stand beside me. Their arms locked against their chests. Then the devil walked in. "Too scared to meet me alone Lucifer?", I asked him, chuckling lightly. My throat would hurt if I did it even a little louder. He merely stood up & the two guys beside me left. Then he sat on his knees beside me & cleaned my face with a small handkerchief then proceeded to open a bottle of water. My eyes shone at the sight of water, He was beginning to bring it up to my mouth for me to drink it. But I beat him to it by hunching & bending my mouth on the bottle. When I failed to drink it, I partly sighed & looked at him pleadingly. He brought the bottle up and I finally drank. I don't care if I looked like an animal from the wild doing it. I've never been thirsty for so long. When the bottle finished I searched for more, looking around & near him but never finding more I felt defeated and let my head hang backwards. My eyes closed letting the relief of his mercy set in.  

When he stood up & was about to leave. I made up my mind to listen to him. "Wait please, don't go. I'll behave & listen to what you wanted to tell me. Wait. Please", when he didn't stop walking out. I knew I had done so wrong by slapping him, they haven't harmed me in any physical way. Leaving someone untouched isn't how kidnappers normally behave with their captives. With his departure, my chances of leaving this place anytime soon further declined. 
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Hmm. What do you think? Will Lucifer finally forgive Rosa? Hehe even I'm not sure but we'll see what happens. I hope you had a great time reading >_<