When my eyes groggily flutter open, the first thing I notice is that my head hurts like crazy, pounding mercilessly. A cold breeze hits my torso and I realize it's bare besides the skimpy and torn bra covering my chest. I gasp and go to cover myself, only to realize that my arms are chained out to the side, thick rusty cuffs trapping my wrists and irritating my skin.
I look around the room but it's entirely pitch black, besides the faint light hanging above me, swaying with an innocuous creaking sound. I look down at my feet to see them adorned in blood red high heels but not strapped.
Why the high heels???
My breath hitches as I search for a way out, but nothing seems to be of use. What if I have to spend the rest of my life here? What if I never get to see Ezra again? What if-
I jump as old music starts playing. Sleep walk, is the song.
[a/n: look up Sleep Walk by Betsy Brye cuz Wattpad won't let me add the song here]
A male voice starts humming along to the melody, but I can't tell where it's coming from. It's as if it's coming from all sides. I snap my head in all directions, looking for the person. He chuckles.
"You like this song?" He asks. I don't respond, still searching him frightened.
What does he want with me?
"I asked you a question, whore." Suddenly a man emerges in front of me.
I gasp, my eyes widening as I try to back away from him.
He has light blue eyes, high cheekbones and a defined jawline. Ruffled dark hair and viciousness seething from his eyes. He looks down at me, seeming quite tall himself, looking at me.
"What do you want?" I whisper, but I can barely hear it myself.
"Hm? What was that?" He asks, leaning down a bit and turning his head slightly to the side.
"What do you want from me?" I repeat, louder, my voice coming out a bit shaky. He chuckles and leans up straight, fixing his suit.
"You think I want you?" He chuckles, seeming rather entertained. Well that's lovely.
"It seems so, considering you kidnapped me." I grumble, trying to spew as much hate as I can from my eyes.
"No, no, no, it's just to get to your little boyfriend." He says.
My eyes widen.
He wants Ezra.
Kicking his foot to the side, he slowly stats to walk around me, keeping at least two feet of distance between us. I try to keep my eyes on him, but unfortunately I can't rotate my head 360° so I can't see that he's doing behind me.
"Why do you want Ezra?" I whimper. When he doesn't answer, I fear he's left me abandoned in the tiny room. At least, I think it's tiny.
But my suspicions are knocked out of the picture when he stands behind me, his chest pressed against my back.
"Get away from me." I growl, trying to shimmy away from him, but the chains keep me well in place. He chuckles and follow my request, his presence disappearing once more.
"He hasn't told you, has he?" He asks, but his figure is lost in the darkness surrounding me.
"Told me what?" I ask.
"He really hasn't..." He mutters. "No worries, I'll leave it to him to tell you." He says, clapping his hands together. He emerges from the dark again, standing in front of me. My eyes trail down and meet the shiny object between his calloused fingers.
A knife.
His eyes glance up at me, a smirk forming on his lips.
He takes another step closer to me and my first instinct is to kick him in the groin. And that's exactly what I do, earning a groan from him. His face is frozen and he slightly leans over, holding his precious jewels. Once he regains himself, he stands up straight and when his eyes meet mine, I shrink a little. The patience he'd mustered up before is gone, replaced by the look of a predator seconds away from pouncing on its prey.
"Alright, you little shit." He blinks a few times and the predatory look vanishes from his eyes.
"I hope you enjoyed that because I will be doing it again, if necessary." I warn him.
"Is that so?" He muses.
"It is indeed." I narrow my eyes on him. He huffs a chuckle.
"I see why he likes you." He says, taking a step closer to me. He sees the twitch of my leg, ready to hit him again but his gaze freezes me.
"Do it again and you die. I'm the one with the knife, darling." He says, his light tone contrasting to the meaning in his words.
I guess I'll chill on the kicking, yeah?
His eyes speculate me before he lifts the blade and turns it to the dull side. He runs it down my face, without cutting me. I glare into his eyes the whole time, wanting to kick that stupid smirk right off his face.
"Such a pretty face..." He says softly, he says, his gaze following the line of the dull blade as he drags it down my face.
"It's a pity I'll have to kill you." He mutters. My throat tightens at his words.
Maybe I can talk him out of it?
"You really want to have my death on your hands?" My voice comes out low, but decisive.
"Babygirl, I have countless deaths on my hands, what's one more?" He muses, switching the blade to the sharp side. I gulp harshly as he drags it down my cheekbone, the gush of blood bringing sour sting.
"Then I guess you're going to Hell..." I whimper. He humphs.
"I was condemned to Hell the day of my birth." He responds, my blood seeming to catch his attention.
"There's room to change." I say, willing to say anything in order to get this psychopath away from me.
"No," He says firmly, as he shakes his head. "Not for me, at least."
"Yes, you too. Everyone." I say. He sighs, his eyes meeting mine. There's some sort of look in his eyes, as if I'd just made him rethink his entire life decisions. He blinks and it's gone. The smirk forms back on his lips.
"I like this side. It's entertaining." He smirks. His two fingers move to stroke the line he'd dragged down my face, and when he retracts his fingers stained with my blood, he brings it to his lips and sucks them clean as he stares into my eyes.
I slightly scrunch my nose, disgusted in his actions.
"That wasn't necessary." I tell him.
"You taste sweet." He murmurs, turning his back towards me.
"Great, you're a vampire now, too." I grumble to myself.
"You don't know when to shut up, do you?" He muses, spinning on his heels.
I send a glare in his direction, without saying another word.
"Good girl." He smirks. "Now, I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do with you and you're going to agree like a good little cunt, are we clear?" He places the tip of his knife at my chin and lifts my face up to meet his eyes.
"Are we clear." He asks, but it's a demand, not a question.
I nod slowly.
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