Into oblivion

No time to die

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Cold. Fucking cold is what I feel right now as a bucket of water was just emptied onto me, that was so unnecessary.

"Good morning" a raspy voice comes out of a corner, a very dark one too because as I look towards it through the little droplets in front me and see nothing.

"If this is your recruitment for jig saw then, I'll pass-" someone punches me straight in my mouth filling it completely with blood, that taste just gets better and better, joke, that was a clear joke.

He chuckles, lifting his hand to whoever punched me to return to his dog cage.

"My men love the physicality of the job what can I say, I'd scowled them but their aggression is the reason I pay them"

"I honestly didn't really ask" I mutter with my my shivering teeth, I thought mafias were supposed to be rich so where's the heating when you need it. Another blow comes to my cheek, only this time it leaves a high pitch ringing in my ear. I shake out of the blurry vision that has filtered my focus.

"What's your name pretty?"

I don't say anything. I've had it to the sky with men and their fucking existences.

"Oh come on, you were so vocal a minute ago what happened?"

"Your voice makes me sick. Give me a second whilst I gather the strength to not kill myself personally" I say as clearly as one could.

"Right then, let's cut to the chase seeing as your so eager to die" He shuffles in his dark corner but still stays hidden "the code, what is it" His voice drops low into a much deeper one, guessing he's trying to be serious. Not really working for him.

I know exactly what he's on about though, once again it doesn't take a scientist to figure it out. It's not coincidence that Donte's grandsons flash drive goes missing and I get kidnapped moments later "I really don't think tying me to a chair and punching me over and over again is fair all because you want some fucking code" as I expected another hard blow, but he doesn't stop there, his large hands reaches for my fingers snapping my pinkie all the way back. Heat rushes to my body filling it with more pain, I don't react though. The last thing I'm giving this shit is satisfaction.

He chuckles lightly "you're strong I like that, Bane definitely put you through hell I bet and honestly I'm curious to see just how far your pain limit peaks but right now your a second away from losing limbs. Playing stupid won't benefit you, I can promise you that much"

"The code to what dipshit you could literally be talking about anything! "I just need it to be in this room.

"Wait. Since when does Bane hire girls? "His voice completely changes as if he put this moment on pause.

"He doesn't, all I know is she fit the description I was given boss"

"Well one things for sure I don't pay you idiots for your brains, although if they came this pretty I'd have trouble saying no too"

Ew.

"Unless that's his girl" the dog speaks again.

The shadow guy doesn't say anything. It's so silent I can hear the water droplets fall of me and into the small puddle it's created over time, well this is awkward.

"Are you?"

Let's look at my options here shall we? if I say no I'll be signing my own death certificate, chances of surviving and seeing my hot chocolate machine are low, very low. But if I say yes I'll be creating something probably much bigger, and with that "fuck yourself" I say through my teeth.

I can't see him but I know he's nodding his head, I can hear the fabric of his clothes brush together "I'll finish up with her here. You can deliver the stick and tell her she hit her head or something and died, she can be more of us to me in different ways" His hand snakes out of the shadowed corner, burn marks covering his whole hand as far as I can see and in it is the USB stick, bingo. He hands it over to the fucker that's been blowing the punches and I watch as he puts it in his pocket.

Now the need to get out of these wet clothes is enough to ignore every ache my body is feeling, I kick the chair from underneath me completely backwards breaking the weak wood in seconds, the ropes loosen completely letting my stand up without issue.

"FUCKING KILL HER" he yells, adrenaline fills my entire body as I watch the big guy run towards me. Donte trained me for these days in specific, but then I had test dummies and professionals teaching me safely, now I actually have to kill. I slid the the left of him, picking up piece of wood from the chair before spinning back to face his murderous glare. He leans down to pick me up but as he does I burry the wood right into his throat, the shock in his eyes tell far too much. His lips part as blood pours out from it, landing on top my hand that's still holding onto the wood and I can't figure out why in fact that is. It's when we drops that I'm forced to let go, forced to just watch my own work play the part in his death.

The man- I turn around diving into the shadow but an empty chair is all I find, he's gone. My turn too because I have about five minutes before more of them pile into here. Where exactly am I though, I look around the stoned covered room finding one door and a window just a couple of feet from the ground. Donte said to always find a way out that doesn't consist of using the door, 'might aswell kill yourself then' he said, I look back at the window walking to it, with the drive safely tucked into my pockets I jump up, pulling myself up onto the ledge until I manage to swing my legs for more support. The windows is covered in dust, I can't even tell if it's day or night with how bad it is, but with a push of my hand the window gives way completely collapsing onto the outside. Good news the drop won't kill me, just my muscles.