𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑿 -𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻- | ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs.

Betrothed to the Enemy

Sam woke up to a severe headache and the feel of dried blood across his cheek. through his half-opened eyes. he saw a man standing beside him with a knife in his hand. Sam squinted trying to see more clearly in the dark as his heart begun to beat rapidly.

His hands were tied behind his chair, his legs, however. were left free. clearly. he wasn't much of a threat to the man.

The last thing he remembered was being cornered by five guys he'd never seen before in his life and then everything went black.

"Good, you're awake." The man said as he began pacing around the room. "I was afraid you were going to make a bigger fuss getting kidnapped, but looked like you're not as stupid as you look."

Sam didn't understand. 'What would he know that they would need?'.

"I think you have got the wrong person" he said as he tried to struggle out of the ropes. "I don't know anything."

"Yes, Yes, you do." He replied, barely paying attention to him. "I want to know about your friend or sister or whatever."

Sam's thoughts immediately went to only one person but he still asked. "Which one?"

"You know which one. Your pretty friend." He said slowly. "Six, Dear, Dear Six."

"What do you want to her?" Sam asked gritted his teeth, he was really protective of his younger sibling. anyone would be. and this man seemed to be the epitome of evil.

"She is very important person and my boss wants her back, So, It's my job that he gets her." The man said. "But it's also my job to protect him. So if she is a threat, then I will have to take care of that."

'Back?' Sam wondered.

The man dragged a stool and sat right in front of him. He had a scar running down from his eyes across his left cheek. "So you are going to tell me everything you know about her and trust me when I tell you, if anything you say is a lie... my face is the last thing you'll ever see.

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"Punch harder"

Six gritted her teeth as she continued jabbing at the punching bag in front of her. She was punching as hard as she could. it had almost been a week since she was brought to that goddamn place.

"Alright, take a break. I'll be back in five" Louis said as he threw her a face towel and a water bottle from the fridge.

Louis was her trainer, the only nice person in that hell hole. Though that probably because he was the only one who could beat her up and not get in trouble with the boss. Cause it was just 'training'. at least he didn't give her weird looks like the others did.

She heard a click of the door getting locked as he left. She placed the cold bottle against her knuckles and almost let out a groan, she still had bruises from the early training. the first few days, she had no idea they had a training room. Louis had taken her outside and made her punch a tree. without any gloves.

Then, Six refused to eat anything or train, giving them clear ideas on where they could shoved up the bread and weapons. later on, she realized, she could do with a bit training. cause if she got a chance to escape, she wouldn't want it to fail because she was skinny little girl who couldn't fight.

The training room was pretty big, even though she was kidnapped and she probably shouldn't have liked it there at all, she liked the arena. at least compared to the dungeon that she slept in. Okay, it wasn't exactly a dungeon, it was furnished but there is no way light could enter the room at night.

"The boss says not to strain yourself." Louis said re-entering. Six rubbed the sweat off her face and stood up to receive the next set of orders.

The boss.