𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SOOO, ROSALIE HAS MESSED UP.

GOOD LOOK GUYS

MAKE SURE TO COMMET AND VOTE

-R

XOXO

ROSALIE

PRESENT

there may be someone smut.

Warning for later on.... ⚠️ ⚠️

Damon produces his phone and sets a five minute timer, and I realise just how badly I've fucked up.

I run, my footsteps echoing down the warehouse, I run to the nearest exit, pulling harshly on the door, the cool metal handle refusing to let me open the door,  I feel panic rise in my chest.

"We're going to get you Rosalie" A voice calls out, "And we are going to fuck you" another voice follows, I shake my head, they are lying.

They are just trying to scare me.

"And after we've fucked you, we are going to kill you" I recognise that voice as damon, the menacing tone making my chest shake, as I see the man in the red mask move towards me, down the corridor.

I gasp, knocking boxes off the shelf, tossing them at Michael before I spin, breaking out into a sprint. I weave through the long metal shelves, the boxes keeping my cover, as my breathing quickens.

Eventually, I lay down, sliding under a metal shelf. Feeling my pulse race as I begin to collect myself.

I hear footsteps come past, and I see the horrible red and white mask of will, the rips and gouges making my chest heave.

This is all an elaborate scheme to force me into submission. They even admitted they were going to take their revenge on me no matter what.

I hear a voice come out, too close for my liking, as I slide forward underneath the shelves as they speak "Whose shirt was that Rosalie?"

Damon.

I tumble from under the shelf, seeing damons dark mask from the other side of the metal.

"Ronan's-" I mutter, and he scoffs, looking me up and down, his eyes dark pools that I can not see. "Ronans huh?" He questions, and I stare back at him.

"Did you fuck him?" He asks, and I glare."That doesn't matter" I reply, pushing a box forward so it hits him, and spinning on my heel and running further from a fate I do not want.

"Come on Rosalie" I hear Kais voice chime out and I hear cruel laughs echo around. "She spent the night with Ronan" Damon spits, and I grit my teeth.

"FUCK YOU" I cry out, running faster through the shelves, I stare behind me, determined to stay away from the direction of the sound.

I run to another exit, this time a fire escape, and I pull the handle, the door not budging, remaining shut firmly, and I feel as if I could pound my head against the door in disbelief.

There is no escape. They have thought of everything.

I just have to out run, and out hide them, I run around, trying to find some place else to hide, but I run into something.

A chest.

I stare up, looking at Damon, who stares down, a grin on his face. His hand locking on my wrist, as his other hand delves into his pocket, retrieving a phone. "Pity. You had thirty seconds left"