𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

4 || LIONS' DEN

𝕦𝕟𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕞𝕖 – 𝕤𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕠
CHAPTER FOUR | LIONS' DEN
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Whether Storm had intended to wake Sophia up was yet to be known. All Sophia knew was that if she wasn't restrained, she would've choked the life out of the man. He hadn't fed her, or given her anything to drink and now he was disturbing her sleep as well. All the racket woke her up.

Sophia glared at Storm as he talked and cursed at the person on the other side of the phone line in Russian. She watched as he paced his floors as he continued speaking, his voice hushed yet – despite his attempt of whispering – his deep voice echoed off the walls and right into her ears.

"No one saw. I have the situation under control. She could have posed a danger to the operation and me. I did what I thought was necessary," Storm spoke in Russian, seemingly frustrated at whoever he was speaking with. "You would have done the same. I won't touch her. Ivan, damn it! I didn't touch her! How many times do I have to tell you? I don't care. Just shut up and go fuck yourself."

Ah. It was dear Uncle Ivan.

Storm threw his phone across the room, making a loud crack echo throughout the room as he ran his hands through his hair and pulled at it. Ivan had been warning him about the cops all month, after all. It was cops this, cops that. In a sense, Storm preferred prison over freedom. At least in prison, he was at peace; no one visiting him, no one talking to him, no one nothing. Just peace. Silence.

"Who pissed in your coffee this morning?"

His eyes snapped to hers. He started marching over to her, making her eyes widen in fear before closing tightly, bracing herself. That didn't sit right with him. If they expected it, it took the fun out of it. And so he stopped and stared. Thinking.

"Hit me," she whispered. "Just do it."

Storm sighed and softly tilted her chin up, aligning her pretty eyes with his. Gently, he touched her eyes and tutted her. "Open."

Hesitatingly, she did as told and aligned her eyes with his. His eyes were cold but they weren't arctic. Instead, they were soft like snow.

"Tell me," Storm started. "How old are you... Sophia."

Her breath hitched and the knot in her stomach tightened upon hearing her name leave his lips. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not understanding why hearing her name leave his lips would make her feel that way. "I'm... I'm..." Sophia hesitated. "Why do you ask?"

He cradled her face. "I want to know if I'm going to be charged with mere abduction or kidnapping of a minor."

"I'm twenty-one," she snapped, huffing in offence. Did she look like a child to him?

"Twenty-one?"

She huffed. "I'm turning twenty-two in a few months."

His eyes squinted in suspicion. "I don't believe you."

Sophia frowned. So she did look like a child to him. "Then don't," she scoffed. "So much for being a human lie detector," she murmured under her breath.

He grabbed her jaw, forced it apart and spat in it once more, choking her once more as he covered her airways with his hands. She fought against him, tearing the skin around her wrists as she tugged and pulled on the restraints before eventually giving up and swallowing reluctantly.