The Right Place - Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

IT WAS ALL A LIE

y/n POV

Three people standing front of me. The most unlikely three people I thought would even be together. Apart from Dylan and Sasha i already knew there was some connection there, but where did Leigh fit into all of this? If this is going to end well for me I need to put on my big girl pants and be not afraid. Leigh walked in my direction and ripped the duck tape from my mouth. Bitch that hurt so bad. Once she joined the others I felt it was appropriate to speak.

"well.. it's a nice place you all have here..  not creepy at all." I scan the large room, that looks more like a warehouse. dirty concrete floors, rusty railings and scrap metal, graffiti on the walls and a metal stair case that lead to a balcony above where i'm sat. this building definitely is not new, the rusty holes in all the metal signaling signs of heavy use. I take in my surroundings briefly before averting my gaze sternly back on the trio stood just a few feet from me. Dylan in a dark blue t-shirt and black pants, Leigh and Sasha both dressed in all black, sweatpants and t-shirt.

"shut up, it's not your time to speak" Sasha spat towards me. Ah the girl I knew not to trust, but my belief to see good in people got the better of me and I failed on that. Her sneaky ass was probably reporting everything I said to these two.

"actually i'd really like to just talk to like a manager or something, who's running this operation? it was not very professional to just whip me out of the interview like that" I began by responding to her then tilting my head to the right to focus on Dylan, words clearly directed at him considering he was the one to carry out the action.

"we are in charge" Leigh spoke up. My fucking boss. Whom I thought could have been a friend. It's clear she was just using me for her own benefit. The way she was acting as of late was not cool, yet I still proceeded to do anything for her, for the company. She had her arms crossed and took a step forward toward me.

"uh huh, and you chose paris to do this.. because?" I cocked and eyebrow in her direction

"because we knew it was where your little girlfriend was going to be so it was the perfect opportunity" Sasha spoke, expressing with her hands as she did so, then twirling her hair around her fingers.

"so that was a set up" my eyes bouncing back and forth between all of them. God these things on my wrists are tight. my mouth still stung from the harshness of the duck tape being ripped from my skin.

"the whole thing has been a set up, from the very beginning" Dylan now stepping forward towards me. "but first, I want to play a little game" he smirks and reaches out his left hand that is now enclosed around my throat. I kept myself calm, I knew that acting out in any way was not going to help what so ever. My eyes drift over his arm then back up to his face.

"what game?" i furrowed my eyebrows and i grit out my teeth, anger in my glare directed at him. From the corner of my eye I see Sasha closing the giant roller door

"oh just a little game I like to call.." Dylan retrieved a knife from his back pocket "how high is your pain tolerance?'" letting his grasp off my neck with his left hand, in his right he begins to trail the blade up my arm, across my collarbone to my throat right underneath my chin.

"just tell me why i'm here Dylan" raising my head out of fear, eyes locked on him, my body begins to tremble more, as much as I don't want it too, I cant control it.

He slashes my left bicep with the blade causing me to groan in pain. "fuck" I whimper

"okay!" he says with a smirk on his face, turning on his heels in the direction of the other two girls "Leigh why don't you come over here and join me? let's explain the story together shall we?"