~✦ 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗦 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗔𝗦 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗.... She's on the run from multiple notoriously dangerous groups, all ready to take her head. While on the run, she found him, an oddly scarred doll that smelled of... 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅. ✦~
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"ID?"
I asked. My heart started to race, and I tried to keep it cool and not expose myself as a liar.
"I don't have my ID on me..."
I added. He shook his head at me slightly, taking a small step forward. His gaze was scrutinizing and unsettling.
"You're not a very good liar... Christie"
He said, I felt my chest grow heavy as he spoke, I knew I was fucked.
"A liar?"
I responded, voice lowering slightly, I watched him carefully as he made a slow approach towards me. Matching his steps by taking a step back.
"That's a very overused excuse, one that I've heard one too many times. So I'm going to ask you again, what is your name?" He spoke, his voice had dropped even lower, more menacing.
His features were sharp and stern, his tone more persistent.
The more the situation continued, the more difficult it would be to get out of it. A physical altercation would result in a withdrawal, and I'd get nothing. A waste.
"Christie"
I finally replied after a moment of silence, keeping my voice confident and reassuring. Despite his cool demeanor, his face twisted into one of darkened amusement.
"No, it's not."
He said, starting to walk towards me. First instincts would have been to run, but I was wearing heels, and I wouldn't make it too far. I had to take a step back, still trying to keep a fair space between us.
"That's close enough,"
I said, backing into a wall, but he kept coming, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face. It was clear of his intentions, and my chances of getting out of this were getting slimmer and slimmer by the second.
"You should have stayed at the bar, nursing that little drink of yours... because it's clear you're not going anywhere... did you really think sneaking around was a good idea? That you wouldn't get caught?"
He said, almost getting up in my face, his breath smelled of whiskey and cigar, with a lingering smell of cheap cologne. Trying to keep as much space between us, it didn't help that I was trapped behind him and the wall.
The other men around us were as still as statues, clearly not ones to be messed with. I'd have no chance, I wasn't a fool. My only choice was to concede.
"Alright, I'm sorry, I'll leave, I'll go back to my room and stay there... okay?"
I said, hoping he'd take a step back. The last thing I wanted was to be manhandled in the middle of the lounge. He huffed, an unreadable look on his face.
