Her soft devil

3. The masked guy

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Anya----------------

"How old are you?" Eve asked me

"I'm 21"

"And what's your name?"

"Anya" 

Her eyes widened.

"YOU'RE Anya?"

"yeah"

"So you DO know Sam?"

"Yeah... I do."

Eve------------

I was absolutely burning inside to ask her why she knew him... But, I figured they didn't exactly have a good relationship. I mean, she DID just enter the room balling her eyes out! 

We sat in a confortable silence as I straightened her hair and did her makeup.

It had been a long time since I could talk with someone or get ready with a friend. Because, even though I've known her for like 30 minutes, she IS the closest thing I have to a friend.

In my defense HOW could I even make a friend in this place! Always sweeping the floor, trying to talk to guards that don't say anything back or being with Sam doing things I don't like...

I really don't like this place!

Anya---------

I went down the stairs to see Sam already staring at me with that cold, creepy look. He was dressed up in a black suit with a single white flower in his hand.

"This is for the memory of our baby!" He said, joyfully.

"OUR baby? Are you serious? And a single flower for my baby's soul isn't enough. A THOUSAND flowers for her soul isn't enough"

"Stop being a brat and come to the dinning table."

He stopped me, moved back a bit and looked me up and down. 

That creep was looking at me as if I was candy and it made me sick. All I could see in his face was the look he gave me when he shot our daughter. A look of pure pleasure, as if he'd do it again if I had a second child. The kind of look that you see in movies and are glad that it's all behind the screen, except for me, it's in real life.

We sat a the dinning table and there were lots to eat. I wasn't hungry and was extremely uncomfortable because of the way he looked at me. I acted as if I was scratching the back of my neck but really I was covering the cleaveage that this dress was showing.

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As we were finishing eating dessert, an alarm went off. I didn't think much of it, it must have been a washing machine beaping or something. At least these men knew how to wash their own clothes, something you don't often find.

But him, he didn't seem to think that it was a washing machine. He stood up quickly and took out his gun.

Now, I definitively didn't think it was just a washing machine.

A guard took me by my arm and pushed me into a room, and he locked the door.

"HEY DON'T JUST LEAVE ME IN HERE" I screamed to him.

He couldn't seem to care less and ran away to help the others.

I stood there, not knowing what to do when I heard gunshots.

I opened the window and was trying to get out when I heard a gunshot followed by the sound of the door slaming open.

I turned to see a tall man, dressed in the exact same clothes Sam was wearing. His eyes didn't spell crazyness though.

He looked shook to see me, took out his gun and quickly put on a mask. 

While he put the mask on I ran to the hallway to escape from him. As I turned a corner my eyes met crazy ones. 

Sam.

I took a few steps back as he was staring at me with his crazy eyes.

My back met a wall and he was approaching me, I looked to my side to see if there was an escape. There wasn't. 

He approached me and was a few centimeters from me.

He lowered his head into my neck and smelled me.

I tried pushing him away but he wouldn't budge. 

"Sam! Stop! PLEASE STOP...."

I heard another gunshot, and for once, his eyes became normal again. He droped to the floor, his hand on his chest, where he had been shot. 

I let out a sigh of relief, and looked to my left, to see who my saver was. 

It was the guy I saw earlier, he didn't seem so pleased with me because he came running with an angry look.

I ran the other way and was met with an escalator. I pushed the buttons all at once if it meant that it would open quicker.

As soon as it did I ran inside and did the same thing with the buttons on the wall.

The doors closed as he was a few meters away from me. Through the doors I could hear him yell of frustration. 

I took my breath and sat on the floor. All was happening to quickly. 

Finally. After all this time, Sam is gone. 

SAM IS GONE. 

He took my virginity away from me. My innocence. My daughter. My peacefull life. He took everything away from me. 

Now I hope he burns in hell. I hope that there was a special place reserved for him and that the demonest of the demons haunt him for eternity.

I hope they do to him the things he did to me.

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The doors open on the fourth floor.

I don't know where I am at all. 

I hear gunshots down the hallway, I sure hope they don't come up here.

As I walk past a room with an open door, I feel hands pull me inside of it.

Oh no. Not again.