Christian Fontana and Tate carmen Romero come from different worlds, but never did he think he'd cross paths with her again.
It's a small world. Smaller than they think. Who knew there were more connections then the ones playing around in their hear...
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I wince at the pain of my pounding head. It felt like someone was hitting my head against a wall and not taking time to stop.
The pain was like a sharp constant. I slowly open my eyes, squinting when the bright lights shine onto my face.
As I try to move my hands to shield my eyes, I realise my wrists are tied together with a large brown rope. And tape over my mouth.
I've been kidnapped by random people on the street. My mind tells me that the first time I was attacked was some sort of warning for what would happen in the future. Unfortunately, I didn't know I'd be the person that was part of the future revenge plan...
I scan the gloomy room and I'm instantly brought back in time when I was tied up in a torture room in Christian's apartment.
I was in a darker corner, my legs held close my by chest, and my feet also tied together.
The room smelled of decaying dust and dirt from a trash can.
The room had many splodges of what I assume is blood all over the floors. This room looks nothing like a torture room but more like an abandoned house or dungeon. Meaning only one thing: I'm very far from home. I could even be in a different city or country for all I knew...
"Looks like someone's awake." A masculine voice says, causing me to switch my gaze to the large rusting-looking door where the person who owned the voice was standing.
I immediately knew who it was, hearing the French accent.
Leo...
"Why so silent darling?" He chuckles twirling his knife in his hand. I almost roll my eyes. I can't believe this...
I have only ever seen his face once before and he looked almost the same but his hair changed. I don't have time to examine him last time as I was busy running away from him. He looked six foot, three: about the same height as Christian. This man had blonde hair last time but it seems to now be brown or maybe it was the horrid lighting around the room.
"Oh right. I tapped your mouth.." he smirks, ripping it off my lips. "You were saying?"
"W-what do you want!?" I ask, my tone cold. He laughs again.
"Oh lord, this is funny. I don't want anything. I need. And I'm going to get it." He walks over to a table in the corner which seems to have plenty of different weapons. He drops the knife he held before and was now holding a new one - a sharper-looking one...
"You know. You're not ugly. You're actually more pretty than I thought you'd be. It's a shame I might have to kill you..."
My jaw clenches as I hear the words fall out of his mouth.
He comes close to me, dragging the knife across my cheek, causing blood to drip from my face slowly. He stares into my eyes. "We love revenge..don't we?"
