Broken Guns

Torture

i was awaken with a splash to my face, and i realized that someone put me on a chair and cuffed my hands to the back,

 when i looked up there was a muscular bold guy that was also wearing all black, he smirked at me, enjoying me being tortured in this hell hole.

" what the fuck do you want from me huh?"

he was about to answer when the male voice  i heard before speak again.

" we want you dead that is if only we get what we want."

the blond guy who kicked the shit out of me talked as he walked to the center of the room towards the only light build available.

he put both his hands on the table that was in front on me and look down at me with a fake smile.

"and what is that?"

" money darling we want money." 

" and how the hell am i involved in this exactly?"

" well don't act stupid, your father is one of the richest gang member in the country and he also killed our gang leader so basically darling we are using you to get what we want understand?"

 he said sarcastically.

" i will never help you get what you want, darling are you stupid enough to think that after you put me through shit and kicked the hell out of me that i would actually help you'' i said sarcastically.

he laughed that evil laugh as he walked towards me and grabbed the back of my head and slammed my face to the table.

and he lifted my head by my hair and whispered " you will die a slow and painful death darling"

he let go of my head and i could feel the blood coming down my face and i held in tears.

i was extremely scared from what he was going to do with me but i never gave him the chance to see my horrid expression as i hid it fast and acted all brave.

'' ill see you tomorrow darling"

i looked down at my lap and closed my eyes as i took in a deep shaky  breath trying to get ready for what ever was gong to happen tomorrow.