Phthartic Trilogy Book #2
Prequel to The Virgin's Prostitute
WARNING: For mature readers only.
This book can also be a stand alone
Niccolo Black is the best assassin of his time, he's ruthless and is known to care about no one but himself. Marcus L...
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Marcus' POV
I woke up with a splitting headache. The air was cold and I felt a weight on me. It wasn't heavy, but it wasn't light either. I tried to move but couldn't as my muscles were still asleep.
I opened my eyes slowly as it adjusted to the dimness of the room. I looked around surprised that I wasn't tied to a chair, but was placed in a modern room in a soft bed.
Ok I admit that this bed feels really nice and I wished I could sleep in this for the next two days but I knew I had to leave.
I looked down seeing that the weight on me was a large comforter. I sat up slowly groaning as the pain spread throughout my head, the thumping only getting louder.
"How am I not dead yet?" I whispered under my breath and slid from under the warmth of the comforter and sat at the edge of the bed.
The room was fairly large with smooth red walls. My feet pressed into the cold dark wood floors and tingles ran through my legs from the contact. The room had no windows, only 3 doors on the other side of the room. On the other wall was a large mirror and a large drawer next to it.
I stood up slowly and reached up to my hairline where I felt stitches but it didn't hurt when I touched it. I took one step after the other, noticing my changed clothes. I was now wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweats. I found myself opening the door that didn't even have a lock on it. That's odd.
I stepped out into the hallway quietly exploring and searching each room, I doubt they left a weapon in mine.
All of the rooms on this floor were bedrooms identical to mine except with different colors. I was about to give up when I opened another door and a familiar scent hit me.
Something that I haven't smelt in almost a year now.
The room was clean and the walls were light dark green. I walked in further and saw a black dress that was carelessly laid on a chair in a corner. Everything else was neat and organized. I opened one of the doors at the other end of the room and it led me to a closet. Everything was so familiar yet my mind was too cloudy to figure out why.
I spotted a brown box that was stored on the floor under the clothes and pulled it towards me as I read the 'DO NOT TOUCH' that was written in a bold red sharpie marker.
I was never one who followed instructions anyway.
I opened the box and my heart completely dropped as my hand skimmed over the green and black sequined dress that was still stained with blood. The tears came quicker than I could stop them. This was the dress Amanda wore when she died.
I looked further into the box and saw the assortment of lip glosses she had and I laughed softly as my vision became blurred. I picked up the silver ring next. It was always too big for her finger so she kept it around a chain on her neck.
