Fatal Order

Part 5: Slaughtering Solidarity - 6

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"Gah!" Violet shouted. "Where- what?"

"Hi, Violet," Dante said with a smile.

"Dante?!" She gasped. "What is happening here?"

Violet darted her gaze all over the room and realised that she had no idea how she ended up here.

It was dark, and the sharp odorous smell and dusty atmosphere made her think it was one of the empty rooms nearby Cell Block B.

As a matter of fact, she quickly realised that's exactly what it was.

She was tied up to a chair, meaning she couldn't move, and there was no doubt that it was Dante who had done it.

But, why? That is what she wondered.

She wasn't quite afraid, however, just confused, seeing him do something so extreme like this.

The smell was dusty and dry, and the air was cold and pungent.

There was no doubt they were nearby Cell Block B.

"It's 3:06 in the morning," he replied bluntly.

"Huh?!" she exclaimed. "But then that means-"

"I'm breaking the rules, yes," he interjected. "That is what you were going to say, wasn't it, Black Widow?"

"Ggh..." she groaned. "How the hell did you even tie me up with just that one hand'a yours?"

"It was a challenge, that's for sure," he chuckled.

"Enough of this, Dante," she annoyedly responded. "What's going on here? Being at YOUR mercy instead of the other way around is not what I want right now. Untie me. Now."

"You know..." he replied, "it is really refreshing to see you mad like this for the first time. It's like you just said: the roles have switched, no?"

"Tch," she tutted. "It's not like I'm scared if that's what you're thinking. Just annoyed. I was having a lovely dream about the two of us, y'know?"

"Oh, really?" he curiously asked. "What about?"

"An alternate scenario of sorts," she laughed, revealing her unbothered persona again. "It was about... what it woulda been like if you were there the very moment I stabbed your little mom and dad to death."

"Annnnd there it is," Dante sighed, before swiftly pulling a knife out from his back pocket and striking it deep into her left knee, without any thought whatsoever.