𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

two

I woke up feeling groggy and disoriented with a metal taste in my mouth. I opened my eyes slowly and tried to get a good look at the room I was in. It was blurry at first, but after a few seconds everything started to come into focus.

I almost forgot about my situation until I felt the cold surface of metal against my wrist and ankles. I know this is technically a good job on my part for completing phase one of my mission, but why does it have to be such a pain in the ass.

I know I can get out of these ties in 15 minutes tops, but that wouldn't be a very good idea considering I can't escape.

The next sensation I felt was the feeling of my weapons gone from their spots on my body. I almost always had them on me so it felt weird when they weren't there. I can always notice.

I moved around my foot to see if I could still feel my pocket knife in my shoe but it was gone as well.

Damn it. I mentally cursed the intelligence of the people who have me captive; Although it wasn't in the cards to escape, I at least liked knowing I could if I had to.

Now that chance was gone.

"Oh, you're awake!" A deep accented voice came from the opening doors. I felt a pinprick of recognition from the deep voice.

I focused on his silhouette leaving an opening door, already trying to gain as much information as possible. The door slid back shut after a few seconds and the sound of scraping metal filled the room.

Elevator. I acquired. We're in a building with multiple floors and this must be a sort of basement. I wonder if it's their compound?

"What does a girl have to do to get some water around here?" I croaked.

He laughed a dry chuckle before stopping mere inches away from me. I couldn't see much of his features in this lighting but there was no denying the guy was handsome. Like frustratingly so.

"So, what were you doing on that road today?" He bent down slightly and looked directly into my eyes, like he did on the street.

"Starting a one woman parade." I said in blatant sarcasm, "What did it look like I was doing? I was on a run." I said in a matter-of-fact tone that seemed to amuse and anger him at the same time.

"On that road?" He was unfazed by my sarcasm, he just took one more step forward. 

"I like the scenery and the quiet." I answered quickly and smoothly, never losing our eye contact.

"What did you see?" He stood back up and crossed his arms. His muscles became apparent and I couldn't stop my vision from going to them.

He smirked when he noticed this and I tore my gaze away, "Besides the 20 or so dead bodies, not much." I smiled up at him, "But don't worry..." I winked, "I won't tell anyone."

"Who are you?" He narrowed his eyes at me suspiciously, "Really."

I'm assuming he's confused about my crude behavior towards what others would surely be traumatized by. But with how I grew up, I can't physically act any other way.

"Marie."

"I don't believe you." He put a finger under my chin and lifted my face upwards. I could see the evil glint behind his eyes and knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill me right here, right now.

"Awe." I pouted sarcastically, "I don't care. Can I go now?"

"Afraid not." He smiled, "I'm going to go out for a nice lunch and see if you want to try the truth when I come back." He patted my cheek condescendingly and started to walk away.