Set ones Heart on Revenge <DNF>

Chapter #3 (𝙽𝚘 𝙴𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎)

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♡George POV♡
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I rubbed the tiredness from my eyes, groaning as I sat up in the uncomfortable bed. I opened my eyes to notice that it wasn't my bedroom I was in.

I looked around and noticed it was just me in the room. This is my time to escape whatever this place is! I noticed a lamp on the bedside table.

I picked up the small lamp and walked over to the nearby window. I looked down. I could survive from that height if I land on the roof, hang down, and then drop.

I lifted my arms over my head with the lamp in my hand. Thrusting my hands forwards into the glass. It made a loud sound, but no sign of damage quite yet. I groaned, this is going to be a while.

I lifted the lamp up again and started to repeatedly smash it against the glass of the window. No matter how many times the lamp and the glass made contact, there was no sign of damage.

"I hate to break it to you, but you ain't gonna get out that way-" A voice spoke from behind me. I screeched and out of instinct, I threw the lamp at them. They easily caught it.

They chuckled at my poor attempt of protection. "That's not it either cutie~" I could practically hear the smirk in their voice. It was the stupid man with that smiley mask.

"Why am I here?" I asked aggressively. "Huh? Are you gonna kill me? Sell me?" The figure leaned against the doorframe.

"I'm not going to kill you...yet. Your father owes me money. And until I receive that payment, you will remain here."

"My father doesn't owe anyone money," I scoffed at the idiot of a man. "My father is a g-great man." Ok, so the second part is a lie.

"Really? According to that stutter of yours, I don't think you believe he's a great man. And I hate to break it to ya, Princess, but I'm not lying."

I felt my blood boil. "Don't you dare call me that!" I spat.

"Or what? You'll kill me?" They crossed there arms over there chest and chuckled softly.

"I might!"

"Really? I just watched you try to break a window with a lamp and miserably fail." I knew he was right and stayed silent. How did I even get here?

"Triazolam"

"What?" My eyebrows pinched and my head slanted slightly.

"Triazolam, it's the drug I used to knock you out." They continued.

There was a moment of silence before the smiley idiot spoke up again. "I'll send someone around seven to come and get you for dinner." They turned on there heel and headed for the door.

"I'm not a fucking child!" I pointed my finger out, but the mafia boss just closed the door in my face.

No name, No face, I know nothing about this person or where I am.

I scanned the room for something to do since there was three and a half hours until seven o'clock. I stopped when I noticed a bookshelf in the corner of the room.

There was a variety of books. There was small books, large books, tall books, short books, and all sorts of colors and genres.

I picked up a book that looked interesting and began to flip through the pages. "This will do I guess," I sighed. I sat down on the fluffy hanging chair in the corner of the room and began to read the book.