Fabian

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I'm really sorry I haven't been updating this frequently. IB is taking up a lot of my time and it is hard to make regular updates. I write in my freetime when my workload isn't enough to break someone's back. I'm skressed bruh I cant even lie to yall.

The hallway outside the pink room of death was...empty? I swear aren't they supposed to be Italian organized crime or something? Why is everything unguarded? Whatever. Better for me.

I couldn't help but feel that someone was watching me as i stepped our into the dingy humid hallway. Something wasn't right. If these people were actually criminals smart enough to hide me where no one has found me for what I was assuming was 2 days, they'd surely be smart enough not to leave their prisoner unattended.

Screw it.

I bolted sown the hallway once more, taking turns like a meandering river, until I reached...the same door? I finally understood the game these Italian cronies were playing. There was no way out. There was no hope for me escaping. Why did they even want me? Was it a random kidnapping? Was I a victim of circumstance? Or did they want me specifically?

Something in my being told me it was the latter.

I went back to the ugly blush colored room with my tail between my legs and dropped defeated on the bed.

"What on earth am I going to do now" I exclaimed as I sobbed into my hands.

The strange brute opening the door didn't even allow me time to my feelings or to sob properly. They even interrupted my crying? Really? I couldn't stand the fact that they had duped me 3 times already. I had given up.

The door squealed open as I hear a set of steps walk towards the bed I was now atop. I refused to look up, partly out if fear, partly out of fatigue. I couldn't do it anymore.

''Zoa. Isn't it?''

That voice, I've heard that voice.

The husky growl came closer tj me as he repeated himself. That's when it hit me again. ''Staples'' I gasped.

''YOU PSYCHOTIC PRICK WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME. YIUVE BEEN STALKING ME FOR WEEKS NOW AND YOU HAVE ME IN THIS UGLY PINK ROOM LET ME GO THIS INSTANT OR YOU'LL LIVE TO REGRET IT!'' I yelled with a start.

I detected surprise in his demeanor but that quickly calmed back down to whatever ice cold facade he was clearly holding up.

''Or what?'' He whispered as he brought his mouth to my ear. He repeated. "Or. What."

I said nothing. For once I was stunned to silence and I said nothing. This man was crazy, psychopathic, coocoo for coco puffs. And yet here I was. Frozen next to a man I should be beating the hell out of.

''And the room isn't 'ugly pink'. It's Baker Miller pink. Psychologists say it calms people down and makes them more docile. Obviously that has not worked in your case.'' He said monotonously.

Was this man a robot? Jeez.

''What do you want from me, staples'' I growled.

''It's Fabian, cara"

"YOU didn't answer my question Fabian" I spat. "What in seven hells do you want with me!"

"That's simple cara" He cooed. "You are a debt re payed.

"WHAT?"