Soon a knock on the door breaks the silence other than my sobbing so he lets go of me and I fall on my ass. He goes to the door as I just sit there on the floor doing my best to whip the damn tears away.
'Jackass,' I finally get my strength back and stand up but walk to the bed leaning on it for support. 'DAMN IT, STOP ALREADY!!' I kept wiping the tears away but nothing made them stop. I don't bother paying any attention to what they talk about when I click back to their talk hearing.
"Um Boss, why is she in your room and crying?" The person at the door said, making me look over.
He had short messy black hair and what looked like red eyes. He had a black turtle neck on and damn did he look good in it. Undertaker turned his head to look at me.
"Why are you crying?" He asked me as he started to walk over.
"I-I don't know, the tears just won't stop." I just hide my face not wanting them to see me cry.
I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and pull my hand away from my face. With his other hand, he whips the tears from my face and they finally stop. He cupped my cheek in his hand and rubbed his thumb over my scar again.
"Well like I was saying dinner is ready just waiting on you. I can bring her back to the room for you so you can eat." He said.
"No, she'll dine with us tonight." He said before pulling me to the door.
"Wait what, you sure about that sir?" The guy follows behind.
He said nothing but kept pulling me along down the hallway. We went down the stairs and I'm surprised I didn't trip at all as he kept pulling all the way to the dining hall. Everyone's head snapped to us and they got up from their seats and bowed our way. He pulls me over and makes me sit down in the spot to his left as he sits at the head of the table. I sit and just keep my head down, not making any eye contact with anyone.
I just eat whatever food they place in front of me so good thing I'm not a picky eater. I do my best to tune everyone out as they talk. I can feel many people staring at me, some more evil than others. I feel the boss's foot hit my leg a few times so I crossed my leg over the other so he'd stop. I hear some music playing so I try to focus on that, I start to tap my foot and hum along.
"SIREN," Someone shouts and I snap my head around to see who it was. "I knew it, you're THE Siren of Blood Claws Casino," They say again with a big smile.
'Damn it I am so used to responding to that name,' That got everyone to look at me. "Ok and so what if I am, how do you know of me?" I was far too curious to find out.
"I got a lot of your photos, they are stunning." They smile.
"Why are you giving the enemy money?" Their boss said.
"The money that comes in from those photos goes right to me and pays for more photo shoots. My dad gets nothing out of it if that makes you feel better. And thanks I try my best heehee happy to hear people like them." I try to smile through how nervous I was.
"But the question I have is why do your eyes look different and you have a scar but the photos don't show that." They ask.
"It was my father's idea to have my eye colour changed. I asked for all scars to be photoshopped out as I'm very self-conscious about them. Yeah, I love my body but other days are very far from it." I rub my neck.
"But why? The scar looks cool." they point to their own eyes.
"My eye scar is not the one I hate the most, it's the rest I hide from the world. If you have my photos take a look at a theme of what I never show in them. It's even in the contract with my photographer that certain parts of me are to not be taken photos of. Other than close family and friends no one else knows about the origins of those scars." I see them pull out their phone. "Ohh you get them online."
"HEY, there are new ones." They shout and I go wide-eyed.
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The Mob Boss and His Prisoner
Fantasy[On going] Follow the life of Skylar and her journey to find where she belongs in this crazy world she calls life. Running away from home and getting bullied and harassed are just a few things she has to deal with in her life. But life seems to take...
