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CIGARETTE AND LIGHTER

I sat pushing myself into the seat. I hadn't worn the seatbelt, and the way Rhys was driving seemed like an invitation to death. My hair kept flowing back and forth with each turn because of the open windows. I didn't utter a word out of fear, not even glancing at him. I kept my gaze straight, hoping he wouldn't hurt anyone with his reckless driving. Yet, he avoided people like a professional.

Professional... I gasped. The car I was in was a racing car, an Audi R8 LMS. I knew the model—my brother is a fan of cars.

Is he a racer? The thought crossed my mind as I looked at him. Suddenly, he stopped the car with a jerk. I was thrown forward with the sudden halt, my eyes widening. I looked at the road ahead; it was clear, so clear that there wasn't a house in sight for a long distance.

Why the hell did I get in his car? I wanted to cry at my own stupidity. I was lost in my thoughts when he got out and opened the door, pulling me harshly from the car.

He held my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. If someone saw us, they would think we were lovers, but the reality was something else. His fingers pinched my waist tightly, and I let out a whimper of fear. He pushed me onto the ground, and my gaze took in my surroundings. It was a small farm with lots of greenery. I turned my gaze back to him. He was searching for something in his pocket, and when he found it, he let out a small smirk, his gaze meeting mine again.

"Get up," he ordered, and I obeyed.

He took out a small box of cigarettes, taking one from inside and putting it between his lips. He threw something at me, and it fell on the ground. I looked near my shoes—it was a silver lighter.

"Pick it up," he commanded, taking the cigarette from his lips and holding it between his two fingers. I picked it up slowly and looked at him. He arched an eyebrow, and I knew I had to go closer to him. I took small steps towards him and was about to hand it back when he said,

"Light it up." He spoke, and I looked at him with an open mouth. His eyes turned dark, and I quickly broke the eye contact, staring at the lighter. For God's sake, I had never used one. How could I light it?

I quickly looked down at my feet before whispering, "I d-don't know h-how to."

"WHAT?" he shouted. I flinched and looked up with teary eyes before repeating myself, this time more loudly, "I d-don't know how to."

"What are you, illiterate?" he said harshly, and that was enough to make me cry.

"Push that black point down," he said in a stern tone. I nodded, crying and hiccuping. The lighter sparked, and I felt a small amount of heat on my thumb. I wanted to throw it away, but I carefully moved it towards his cigarette. It ignited, showing bright orange from inside. Rhys smirked and put it back in his mouth, taking a huge breath and then blowing the smoke in my face.

I coughed. "That's harmful, I'll die," I let out. He started laughing out loud. His laugh made me shiver. Did I say something wrong?

"You sure are interesting," he said, pulling me closer. I was scared the hot cigarette would touch my forehead when he took it from his lips and held it in his other hand.

"Let me kill you then," he rasped before putting the cigarette back and blowing more smoke in my face.

I kept coughing in his hold, and he kept smoking near my face.

Once he was done, he grabbed my hand again, pulling me inside his car.

"Where is your house, butterfly?"

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