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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Amaya's POV
Nico and I have been awake for hours now, Ariano was still unmoving and barely breathing and it was making us worry.
The rusty door to our cell opened when Marcus walked in with a chair. He casually sat on it backwards and only gave Ariano a quick glance.
My hands were sore against the metal cuffs that were attached to the wall, and I knew Nico was probably more uncomfortable being restrained to a metal chair.
"Ariano had nothing to do with this. Please help him." Nico pleaded but Marcus ignored him as another guy with blonde hair walked in handing Marcus a file before he leaned against the wall.
"Can I have her?" He pointed towards me. Marcus didn't even look up at him.
"No" He stated plainly which made me wonder if I had better luck with the big blonde guy.
"But that one is practically dead and you said you would handle Niccolo so how am I going to have any fun? You promised." He frowned and Marcus looked up at him finally.
"Fine, you can have her. Now leave." His head turned back down to the files as he stared at them.
"Marcus, what are you doing?" Nico looked towards the man who uncuffed and grabbed me.
"Don't touch me. I SAID DON'T FUCKING-" I started to scream.
"I suggest you comply. He finds pleasure in seeing women cry." Marcus interrupted and continued looking at the papers in his hand.
"Marcus what the fuck. I wasn't even there when she died." I pleaded.
"I know, I'm looking at files on that night at the moment." He said dryly.
"So you're going to let him torture me?"
"I don't think anyone in this room mentioned anything about torture. At least not physically"
My brows furrowed in confusion as the man pulled me harshly, his grip digging into my wrists.
"Remember what I said Theo."
"Yeah yeah I know." He grumbled and pulled me out of the door and down the hall into a dirty room.
He tied me to a chair and walked over to a briefcase opening it away from me.
"So Theo.... You don't mind giving me some water maybe?" I asked politely and he ignored me only moving again when he closed the briefcase showcasing the syringe in his hand.
"What? You need to drug me to get what you want?" I snapped.
"No duh. Why do you think I'm drugging you? I swear you people are dumb as fuck sometimes." He laughed and the closer he got to me the more afraid I became.
