𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 ᵗᵐʳ ᵃᵘ

Chapter 35: The basement

"What do you fucking mean you don't know where she could possibly be?" I snapped, almost strangling this damn officer.

"Sir, we're trying everything we can, things like this take patience. Now let us deal with this. You are nowhere near experienced for this," the officer said. I was about to strangle him when I heard someone behind me.

"Minho." It was Hana. "We're all just as worried. Maybe you should just leave the officers alone," she said, she had an underlayer of threat to her tone.

"But-"

"No buts, Minho." She grabbed my wrist and practically pulled me out of the precinct. I just sighed and continued walking with her. She had every right to be worried. She's known Anika for God knows how long, yet I'm the one acting crazy. I need to get it together.

Anika

I wake up with pain throbbing not only in my head but throughout my whole body. My limbs were weak and I could barely keep my eyes open. I tried to look around to figure out where I was.

There wasn't much. There were grey cement walls and mould was growing out of the roof. Other than me, there was nothing but a table in the room. I was tied to a chair and my hair was a mess. I'm guessing I was in a basement.

When exhaling, you could see the condensation. It was freezing. Below freezing even. If my limbs didn't hurt from being knocked out and seated on a hair for god knows how long, it would hurt from freezing or something.

Suddenly, everything from before came flooding back.

Flying. Bathroom. Grayson. Cloth.

So he's the one that's been stalking me? Why am I not surprised?

It felt as if I was being watched even though there wasn't anyone else in there. I spotted a small, flashing red light in the dark corner furthest away from me and there wasn't a vent or anything. There were stairs. I guess that is out of here.

Do the others know I'm missing? Or do they not care about me? Was I just an annoying piece to their game? Will this be the rest of my life? Stuck in a basement until I'm starved to death? Dehydrated maybe? What about the bathroom? Do I just hold it to the point of infection?

Who knows?

I don't for one.

Damn, I can't even listen to Taylor Swift. This is gonna be the worst ever.

"Well, well, well. Someone finally woke up," I deep, rough voice said from one of the corners. The person stepped out and it was none other than Grayson.

"What do you want with me?" I coughed out, like I hadn't spoken in a very long time.

"Hm, I thought you read my letters, no?" He said, stepping closer, hovering above where I sat and looking down at me.

"You mean the ones where you were being a creep? Yes. Yes I read those." I said flatly as hit fist tightened.

He looked down at me before speaking again.

"You think you're funny?" He asked.

"Extremely."

"Maybe we should work on your ego then, eh?" He crouched to in eye line with me.

"I think you should work on yours first seeing as you think I still love you." I scoffed. He walked over to the table to pick something up. It was small but I could still see it.

Wooden handle, silver blade.

He walked back over to me with a dangerous glint in his eyes before a cold sensation was presses against my neck.

"You do love me. You will love me," He threatened. Maybe if he wasn't my ex this would be as weird or delusional. But he is delusional.

"Over my dead body."

"That can be arranged," He pressed the knife harder against my neck. "But that's not what's gonna happen."

"I don't care what you do to me or what you say, I won't ever love you. I realize now that it was a mistake meeting you in the first place." I spat. I felt a sharp sting on my neck and it felt like warm liquid started dripping down it. The knife was gone and there was blood on the tip of the blade.

This bitch did not just cut my neck.

"Let me tell what's gonna happen, because let's be honest here, your friends don't care. You're not going anywhere. You'll learn to love me, just like you used to."

"I'd rather die," I said flatly.

"Hm, I'd probably murder you in the end anyways," He scoffed.

Not before I do it myself. God, the nerve of this guy.

-

Do I wish Grayson never met me? Yes. Do I wish he never existed? Maybe. But do I love him? No. Not at all.

Now I'm not sitting on a chair. I'm chained against the wall and at this point I want my arms to fall off. They hurt from keeping my body up.

After well Grayson talking to me and trying to force me to fall in love with him, he left, and left me alone in this basement for god knows how long now. All I know is I fell asleep twice so maybe it's been two days since I spoke to him.

I've not only bee hanging though. A few hours ago some of his guards or colleagues whatever they were, came and practically beat me half to death. Cut here, sexual assault there.

I need to urgently used the bathroom but I'm not pissing my pants. I'm convinced he's gonna leave me here to die. Why wouldn't he? He said he want to kill me anyway. I'd rather die than ever be near him again.

The hair at the back of my neck stood up as someone entered the basement. The steps were slow and quiet but it was loud enough for me to hear.

"Have you been hanging on?" His voice asked but he hasn't stepped out of the shadow. I mentally groaned when I heard his voice. Just LEAVE ME ALONE GODDAMMIT.

Oops.

My bad.

This guy is just super frustrating.

"Haha, so funny." I said sarcastically, using the last bits of my energy.

"I'm aware. Now back to-" He got cut of by a loud bang that sent me hard into the wall I was chained to.