Faceless [H.S]

My Vixen. 04

CHAPTER FOUR

I was quiet, trying to assess what was happening. This was all too much for me to handle. To say I was scared was an understatement. I hated that I felt so powerless under him. The years of confidence... strength that I built. Gone. He took it away the second that gun was pressed against me. My breathing was a bit shaky and I closed my eyes to calm down. I didn't want him to see me so weak.

"I'll put the gun down, okay? Let's start over," he took a deep breath and put the gun down. Relief washed over me. He put his hand on my thigh and his fingers began to stroke it. Goosebumps spread; not from excitement, but fear. Then I looked up at him. A good look at him. He was beautiful, to say the least. I wondered how he would've been if he wasn't a dickhead. But his face alone made me feel terrified.

"Tell me your name," I spoke, firm. I didn't want to show any more weakness; I hated not having control.

"No."

"Do the guards know your name?"

"No." A sly smile was on his lips.

Fuck. Was he lying?

"I'll ask you the questions, okay?" he reminded me. "Don't bother to ask them either, they'll just tell me you're snooping around and I'll have to pay you a visit again."

Oh.

"Liam. Your relationship to him."

I stayed silent.

"Stubborn, aren't you?" He asked.

"He's my ex boyfriend," I finally spoke. "We broke up two years ago."

"When was the last time you've seen him?" he asked. His fingers were still stroking my skin. It was shockingly very calming; but my nerves couldn't relax. I looked down at his hands, full of rings on each finger, my eyes then moving to the gun on his side.

I then saw something sticking out the top of his pocket.

A knife.

I gulped.

Is he going to kill me?

"Why do you need to know...?" I asked, eyes still on the knife.

Is he going to kill him?

"My Vixen," he said, his voice soft and smooth, "let me ask you the questions, you don't have to worry."

"I don't feel comfortable, h-how the fuck do you expect to me feel safe and comfortable when you threatened me and pulled a gun on me!?" I asked, exasperated. I knew he wanted answers, but he could've done it in a much better fashion. Especially about Liam?

So that dickhead is ruining my life years later after we broke up... I would've told anyone with a pulse about this man. I didn't care what happened to him, I hated him.

"I don't know who you are or what you want from me, but I haven't seen in Liam in years. He's a piece of shit, he likes putting his hands on women. I left him behind and I didn't need you to come in here waving a gun around when you could've let me fucking dance for you and asked me then. You're interfering with my time and money for a man I fucking hate," my words were rushed. I was still super nervous but I was getting fed up.

"I just needed you to comply, your little attitude isn't exactly discreet," he explained. Is he really justifying this? What a manipulator.

"Oh, and your gun is?" I shot back.

He rolled his tongue in his cheek, shaking his head. "What do you want, an apology?"

"I want to leave," I answered. I didn't need his pity or his apology. I wanted to go the fuck home.

"I'm not done with you."

His tone made my knees buckle. God, I hated this. I wanted to leave. I wanted to run.

Looking at him right in his eyes, I glared at him, jaw clenched. "Are you going to kill me? Get it over with then," I spat. Just end it right then. End it all. Finish it.

"Would you like me to?"  his voice was dripping with amusement, that sinister look on his face making me feel like the room was closing in on me. We were so close; I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I knew he meant it. He could kill me right now.

"Go ahead. You had the gun pointed at me, just fucking do it, shoot me, kill me," I balled my hand up into a fist and I punched his chest, "soundproof, right? They won't even hear me. Do it."

My punch didn't even phase him. In fact, he barely moved. His eyes glimmered at me and he licked his lips.

"You're going to turn me on if you keep talking like that," he breathed.

My chest got tight, anxiety and adrenaline pumping throughout me. I felt light headed.

"But no, I'm not killing you," he then said. "As much as I'd love that. No, no. You are very important to me."

"What are you even talking about?" I had no idea what he meant. I was tired of the riddles.

"Are you sure you haven't seen Liam?"

"I'm positive, I--"

He pulled out his phone from his back pocket, going on it for a quick moment before loading up an image to show me. "That's him, isn't it?"

It was a photo of him in the back of Club Nine. I could tell from the surroundings. The dark blue lights, the LED'S. The stage. I put my hand over my mouth. His hoodie was over him but I could sense that silhouette anywhere. The tattoos on his hands. The slight showing of his beard. The photo was so high quality. Seeing his face made my stomach turn into a billion knots. Why was here? What the fuck was he doing?

"When was this?" I managed.

"A couple days ago," he explained, "right during one of your performances."

Oh, fuck. No. I could feel the whole room spinning.

"Looks like he was enjoying himself, hm?" he muttered to himself, sarcastically. I anxiously bit at my lips and played with my fingers. I could feel a panic attack coming in, seeing him. No, it's been too long. All the memories was flooding in. I turned to stripping as an escape, and I can't even be safe here either?

"You may have not seen him, but he's definitely seen you," he licked his lips. This was too much.

"So no, my Vixen, no, I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to use you."