A Reporter | Antoine Griezmann

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"100 thousand dollars!?" I said crying what had been left in my eyes. Nothing.

"Did you read the contract?"

"I di-"

"Obviously, your answer is no isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Luckily I got a yes now." Antoine said.

"You are not helping!" I said screaming.

"You are not helping either!" He said mocking my tone.

"The deal is simple, act like you didn't hear a thing and be our reporter until the contract ends."

"Remind me again when the contract ends?"

"In 7 years." He said wearing his long sleeve jersey.

"No- I'm not-"

"You don't even have a choice, you don't even know the city to escape, you don't even know the language. What ro you mean by no you're not?" He said walking toward the mirror.

"Why do I have to do this?" I said standing up from my seat.

"'Cause you're broke." He said positioning his hair so it'll be covering half of his forehead.

"Let me out I swear I'll pay you-"

"You know, if we believed every one that told us I swear, we'll be dump. Do you think I'm dump my love?" He turned away from the mirror to stand right Infront of me, faving me.

I had to bend my neck a little bit to see his face fully.

"I'm trying to get out of here and you-" I said pointing at him "are not solving any of yhis problem!" I said pushing him with my finger.

"Did somebody tell you that Antoine gave up on football and started tk solve problems?" He said looking at me seductively.

"You're making this on purpose I swear!" I said containing my tears.

"Doing what?" He said standing still.

"Yeah good boy, act like you don't know. Play it dump, great- very good acting skills." I said trying yo calm down, crying won't help me.

"Thanks you! I actually got it from my mom." He said turning around and spraying cologne all over him.

When did he borrow that?

"Antoine you have to be down in 2 minutes that match starts in 30 minutes." Someone knocked on the door.

"'kay" he said walking off the door.

"You're not fucking leaving me in this dump! You got me into it-"

"Language!" He screamed for the first time now. " I didn't get you in this dump! Neither I wanted the team's reporter to be a female." He said in a calm tone that seemed to kill my hearing ability in every word he was saying.

"You-"

"You need to cut this blabing and go get ready for the match. Sal said the team was missing new good shots, I told him you'll do it." He said leaving me in the room.

I stood there not knowing what to do. Do I hit him or go back in time to unsign?

He locked the door.

"Antoine?-"

I rushed to the door to check if it's locked. It is.

"Antoine!" I said terrified.

"Just leaving you here for minutes to get your attitude fixed before the match. We don't want any black dots on us pretty thing."

I tried to open the door but it didn't work.

I was hearing his foot steps get unhearable in every step he was taking.

"Antoine open the damn door."

"Antoine."

"Antoine?"

"Okay enough games you won, open the door."

"Griezmann?"

"Griezz?"

"Anyone outside? Hello! Accidentally locked myself inside and I have a match to photoshoot!"

No one was out. I have to sit and wait for him to come back and unlock the door.

I sat there for more that two hours, locked in. I felt bad for myself, I could've been outside atleast photoshooting my first official match with the team. But Antoine had other plans.

I was setting at the corner of the room hands hugging my knees, head buried in my hands.

I heard the door unlocked so I stood up quickly, feeling a bit dizzy in my head, because I've been crying for the past two hours in my place, didn't move an inch.

Since the tour started in the past week, I have't been having enough sleep to start with, didn't have the ability to eat, I almost threw up everything that I ate in my life.

"You-" I stood up quickly hitting him repeatedly on his chest, slamming myself on him trying to move him, hit him, do anything to get my angriness out of me

He quickly closed my mouth with his hand, turned me around wrapping one of his arms around both of my hands and chest, pulling me tightly.

I was kicking him, trying to bite him or do anything, no use.

"Ney! Faster!" He hissed at Neymar that seemed to be outside the room.

"Mouth, Hands, legs, tightly." Antoine said.

In a quick move, he removed his hand from my mouth and before I even shout Neymar showed ahead of me slamming the duck tape on my mouth that fully shutted me.

Meanwhile Antoine pressed both of my hands to my back and got Neymar to tape them even though I was trying to escape by shaking most of my body and hitting everything I could touch. But they seemed stronger than what they are.

My hands were behind my back now fully wrapped in duck tape.

I started kicking, obviously the next thing they are gonna do is wrap my legs.

I started to scream like a crazy, tears falling down on my cheeks fully soaking the tape on my mouth, eyes getting blurry by the tears. I started screaming again but my voice wasn't coming out due to the tape.

They putted me on the ground and held my body tightly, Antoine holding the upper part while Neymar almost sat on my legs trying to hold them together to tape them.

I was moving as much as I could to prevent him from trapping my legs, but the space I had was too small for him not to catch me in, he got my legs and taped them together.

I didn't realise they weren't speaking or trying to hush me or anything, they were so chill about it.

"Carry her to the bus, quick" Neymar said to Antoine. He didn't hesitate, he stood up and carried me on his shoulder like a dead body.