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my eyes fluttered open. a small, tired sigh leaving my lips as i flipped onto my stomach.
for the past hour, I've been waking up, shuffling and turning, and struggling to fall back asleep. something felt.. off.
I adjusted my shirt, sitting up.
I felt the same feeling earlier. like i was being watched without any context.
I looked around the room. from my feet, to the bed, to the closet, to the bookcase,
and to the chair in the corner.
It was too dark to see anything. but I knew something was wrong.
I pulled my knees to my chest, tilting my head a little.
the only bit of moonlight coming through the blinds was on the bed. reflecting me onto the wall on my left.
I parted my legs, lying back down.
I'm paranoid. I'm always paranoid and in the end it's nothing.
I looked over to my alarm, pursing my lips.
1:23AM.
I heard the floorboard next to the chair creak. That only happened when i bounced my leg.
I sat up, sliding out of bed before grabbing my gun.
I watched the figure stand, and come forward before cocking their gun, and pushing it to my forehead as i backed into the bed, and into the moonlight. revealing..
Enzo.
he snatched the gun, put his finger to his lips, and pushed me down onto my bed as I started to tremble in fear.
"silent, Rosso. don't want anyone to hear, yeah?" he whispered, holding my arms above my head before grabbing a zip-tie from his pocket, and zip-tying my hands to the bedframe.
"don't do this, don't," I shook my head, tears running down my cheeks. I sobbed as he sat over my legs, laughing.
"I finally got you back, didn't I?" he lifted my shirt, trailing the scar.
"I see you healed up nicely." he smirked.
he had a huge, almost healed gash on his temple. then, a broken nose with a small white bandaid piece over it.
"see these? your stupid fucking boyfriend gave them to me." he grunted. "new, too. you know where that fucker is? he's hiding. thats pretty fucking rare for a Kaulitz, huh?"
tom.
Enzo ran his hands down my body as i choked on sobs. he stopped on the sides of my breasts, rubbing them.
"ooh?" he lifted my shirt over, looking at them as i continued to squirm.
"I'll change your identity, name, and make sure you never see that fucking Kaulitz again. he Isn't here to save you, fiona. not huey either. that cunt was fucking useless."
"you're mine now." he grabbed a needle from his pocket.
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sorry for the short chapter but thats only because it's a cliffhanger.
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