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𖥸Fleur𖥸

(Chapter Two)

Fuck my life.

I woke up in a fairly dark room with only one light bulb lighting the whole room.

Who is their interior designer? I need to have a little talk with them.

"Can somebody help me please?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Well I tried to.

I don't think it is normal that I can't scream in complete distress. Like, if I were to be kidnapped by a guy in a smiling mask in a black van with black balloons and I'm screaming for my freaking life for anyone, I mean anyone, to help me I wouldn't survive. It kinda sounds like a harsh whisper.

But I've been kidnapped so to be honest, it's not a good thing to have at this moment.

I calm myself down and scream again, "If anyone's listening right now get me out of here!" It came out how I wanted it to this time. Still, it seemed like no one heard.

I had a scratch on my nose but when I went to scratch it, I found out a thick rope was around my wrists and ankles.

"Son of a bitch." I whispered.

I tried to find my pocket knife and my phone but they took it.

I heard whispering coming from above me and I couldn't resist the urge to look.

The same two guys from earlier were looking down at me except for lover boy who I'm positive is the boss of this killing cult.

I squinted my eyes, "Hey!" I shouted at them. They both looked at me.

"How much does lover boy pay you? If you get me out I can get you both more! Just give me a few years! Promise." I reasoned.

They both looked at each other and smiled with their super straight teeth.

Ok now I need to talk to their dentist come on now.

They continued whatever that were doing. I guess that's a no.

All of a sudden a burst of light came from the corner of the room making me jump a little.

It was lover boy.

Heheh

"Would you mind knocking for me, precious?" I scowled. He wore a plain black suit with fancy shoes that look like a leprechaun could wear them.

He also had jewelry on jewelry on jewelry. He had about three necklaces, tiny stud earrings, and like six rings.

I want one.

He came up, pulling a metal chair in front of me and sitting down. He had a knife in his hand and I saw a gun poking out his pants.

Whoa there buddy.

"Ok let's get to the chase, why'd you kidnap me?" I asked.

"What's your name?" His green eyes turned really dark.

"If I tell you mine, you tell me yours." I reasoned.

"I do not have time with you." He snarled through his teeth.

When he did that I saw two fangs like a Vampire. They had little jewels on them that looked like real diamonds. Surprisingly, he didn't have a lisp.

"Hey, I didn't ask you, your minions, or your pilgrim 3000s to get me." I gesture to his shoes.

He held the knife to my neck,

"Say one more thing and I will slice your fucking neck open." He hissed through his teeth. He pushed it in more, causing me to draw blood.

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