The Enigma Of Deceptive Love

Chapter 13: The Runaway

I get jolted awake by gun shots and ear-piercing screams in response. The minute the scream escapes his mouth, he gets shot again.

Silence.

Logan was on the floor, gun shot wounds bleeding through his limbs. I want to run to him, I want to scream.
Once again, I'm unable to do either.
My hands and nearly numb by how tight the ropes were tied. Lips shut with tape, tape I know will hurt the living fuck out of me when I try to remove it.

If I'm freed, that is.

I try wiggling my legs through the rope, twisting it as hard as it took for the jute to cut through my skin.

"Handcuffs were clearly not enough for you, Rosalita." Even muffled through the mask, his Latino accent was as clear as the morning sky.

Ew.

The man takes one look at Logan, clearly in pain, and walks away, almost as if he was threatened to.

The mahogany door shuts behind us, leaving the tied up woman and wounded man in the warm lit room.
With the previous room, I could imagine people getting killed and tortured.
But this room was way too elegant to let a six feet tall man bleed into the white carpets.

The man comes back, a first-aid kit at hand. He crouches next to Logan,
"Tsk tsk tsk pretty boy, guess you're not all that after all."
I look up at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling and pray to God.

Girl I know we're not in the best terms right now, but please. Let at least three of the glass slides dive deep into his neck.

She definitely held the grudge.

After Latino man was done removing the last bullet from Logans' thigh, he snickers and continues gauzing it up.

"Try standing up pretty boy."

Logan did as he was told to.
Thankfully he could, too.
No major problems, from what he told Logan. But, the bullet apparently missed blowing off his kneecap by a fraction.

Just as Logan manages to walk, he immediately gets kicked behind his other knee.

"I told you try standing, not stand and walk. It's insulting."

I couldn't help letting out a soft chuckle. Would've gone un-noticed if the awkwardness and un-comfort was just a tad bit louder.

Within the blink of an eye, there is a gun below my chin.
"You'll fucking pay for this, Max." Logan growls.
Max continues glaring at me with his dark eyes. I make note of the end of a scar right above his left eye.

"Rosalita. You continue running your pretty little mouth like that and I might as well use it for my own good."

Sweat slowly builds up on my hairline. Max's huge build hovers on top of me, slowly removing the tape from my mouth. The gun still beneath me.
I'd much rather him rip my lips apart.

"Fucking pretty how your lips stick to the tape when I pull it, makes me wonder how you'd stick to me."

I kick my legs up in the air, trying to fight with all my might. All goes in vain when his legs trap mine, while his free hand travels down his zip.
A lump forms in my throat as tears make their way to my shut eyes.
A devilish grin takes over his face as he finishes unzipping himself.

With a loud thud Max's head comes crashing onto mine. A stinging pain spreads through my skull, making me almost dizzy.
He gets flipped over as I try setting my head straight. One wrong step and my head would go plunging itself onto the wall.
Logan drops the poll and signals me to follow him. Removing the very heavy leg from my thigh, I sprint behind him.