The next moment he broke the staring contest, picked me up on his shoulders "What the fuck are you doing ?" I screamed before he threw me on the bed and ripped my shirt apart exposing my bra " I can't fucking resist you" he whispered brushing his li...
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"And your father asked to bring you " a harsh coughing voice made me open my eyes when I was trying to get rid of the fucking rope I was tied with.I glanced above to meet the glare coming from the other side of room. It took a moment to adjust the sight, because of the darkness.
All twenty people locked in a single room together. The only one from my side was Victor. Others were my father's men, there to catch me or kill me.
"I'm pretty sure he thinks i'm dead....I always was, for him" my hands continuously rubbed the rope from the piece of watch glass I got outside. I knew my father had been cruel and I just accepted the fact years ago, that there was no one with me since the beginning. So the only regret i could have was of loosing myself now. And I knew I will always have me.
"Then why don't you die..." Victor's words came out like arrows on my soul.
What did he said ?
His laugh echoed in the big dark room and my body trembled. The figure in front of me , Victor , the one I tried to believe. My head spinned and I am back in my childhood home, where I sit in my room, crying.
"Come here or I'll kill her" my father keeps his grip strong on my mother's throat. My breath goes up and down, body trembles and cold air blows through my mind, freezing it. Nothing else comes in my mind other than letting go of the knife I was holding and follow his instructions, my 'so called father' or to precise 'sperm doner' glares at me and I feel it on my whole body like permanent blood stains, like hot lawa burning the skin.
I take some small steps to reach him, he takes a move, holding my hair and makes me look towards him, water from my eyes flow continuously but what will it change "If for once more you tried to skip your assassin training," his other hand releases my mother from the hold a bit too harshly as she falls on the table beside us "you'll never see her again" pushing me back he walks off the room. His footsteps like always, feels like disgust to me.
I was nine then, a kid who wanted to live her Childhood like a normal human but was forced to kill people for no real reason.
"Then why don't you die..." For the first time his voice sounded rather disgusting. I am not surprised though, the world have been like this to me so I cannot expect a miracle in any case. It's just, dealing with all idiots in a single day is more frustrating than dealing with them one by one throughout the life.
Firstly that Stupid Mafia now him. Why was he running his mouth so much, yeah for a moment I thought death will take over me but still.
"You are my right hand, Victor," I whispered,which rather sounded like a threat,but more than that we were like siblings "we can do so much together , as we've always done" this world have always been scattered in pieces, tragedy for me.
My slight faith said, he couldn't be the one to betray. The world have never been on my side, and it never will be. My faith was always broken so, the situation was clear.
