Alina Sokolov- a walking seduction and a temptress, one of the top assassins who can kill with mere words.
Though her past isn't as pretty, she's willing to do everything to leave it behind and has vowed to become a weapon none can stop, not even hi...
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Leo's POV: After establishing the fact that we were still most probably inside the abandoned base, Alina used the dagger she had in her back pocket to free us from the bonds. We started searching the walls for any sort of secret door.
There has to be an exit if there was an entry.
While I was tapping every spot on a wall, my mind started dwelling on my reaction when I saw Alina in pain. I always thought seeing her in pain would bring me pleasure but when I actually did see it in action...I felt like I was losing my mind. I just needed to do something to stop it. Anything. Putting that thought aside I continue it searching and finding myself staring at her every few moments, just admiring her movements. Get a grip on yourself. I could feel the growing anticipation off of both me and her because it had been over 6 hours of us present in this little cubicle. While we both definately felt thirsty, growing up as assassins's made us endure harsh training and made us such that we could survive conditions.
"I feel like ripping someone's throat out!" she groans in frustration drawing my attention to her. She huffs out a irritated breath and slumps down on the dirty floor. "I happen to be the only one present with you and I'd prefer my throat remain in one piece." I remark and she gives me a menacing glare.
I go and sit next to her and we sit in comfortable silence for a few moments before I feel something wet and cold trail down my neck. Water.
I still and Alina seems to notice. We both look up to see a pipe in the top-left corner of the room. Water dripping down drop-by-drop, then the amount of water increases until in becomes a full-on leakage. We both bolt up seeing the room slowly filling up ith water. Panic surges through me and I can feel it radiate off of her, too.
My eyes search the room frantically for any possible escape until my gaze lands on a vent. A tiny vent that could be just enough for us to squeeze through.
"Leo," she starts grabbing my attention, "This might be a bad time to tell you but...I can't swim."
"It's...It's okay," I start, alarm obvious in my voice, then look up at the vent, "That vent up there, when the water fills up I'll hold you up and I want you to get it off so we can go through." I say and I look at her and can practically see the gears turning in her head. We pace around the slowly filling room in anticipation and dread until the water is up till my thigh and it's too hard to walk freely.
No, the chapter has not ended yet there's more down but I just interupted here because when I re-read the whole thing it just feels really hard to picture so here's a basic idea of what's going on-
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Soon, the water reaches my chest area. It's the first time I'm regretting refusing those swimming lessons mama told me to take a few years ago. As though in queue with my regretful thoughts, the water starts filling up even more rapidly. I glance over at Leo to see him already watching my worry-etched face. In a brisk movement, he walks to me, positions his hands on my waist and ass and lifts me up like a fucking toddler.
And as much as I hate it, it's what the situation calls for. My legs wrap around his waist and his hold me up. The position seems intimate while the circumstances at hand are everything but and it seems to be a mutual understanding. But my body just doesn't get the fact and betrays me as I feel my skin heat againt him. He doesn't notice, or atleast that's what I hope.
The room fills up with water with us floating on top, flush against one another, refusing to meet each others eye looking everywhere but the pair of emeralds infront of me.
The only sounds in the room are of water and our ragged breaths. With the space filling up we inch closer and closer to the ceiling and the vent. The more the room fills, the harder my heart pounds to the point I'm pretty sure Leo can hear it.
"Okay- Alina, we're gonna be underwater soon. Try to crack open the nutbolts before the water can reach it because it's gonna be harder to do underwater." He says looking at me, seemingly ignoring our closeness. I simply nod at him unable to find my voice.
My hand is finally able to reach the vent and I lace my fingers with the gaps in the vent lifting myself. I start to twist the screws one by one but they're jammed and rusted from not being in use. Leo's gaze burns into my back as he watches me work. I keep twisting the screw but it won't loosen up. Frustration bubbles in me and my face morphs up a scowl.
"Alina, you need to be quick-" he pants as he's cut off with his face going underwater, my own body barely above. I start struggling as panic starts to engulf me.
Don't panic.
You can do this.
Don't panic.
It's all good.
You're a trained assassin.
You're a damned bad bitch.
I repeat the mantra over and over in my head. The screw finally unbolts as I jump inside the dirty pipe. My back on one wall and legs on the other too keep me up, I look down to see Leo but find him slowly drifting down. Dread fills me and my eyes snap everywhere to see if there's anything I can do. Finding no other option, I gulp down air, hold my breath and drop.
Even though it's my body that hits the water, my heart is the one that drops. I get swallowed by the water whole as my body feels two times lighter but still not quite in my control. I open my eyes and they burn at the waters contact. My hair swivels around me and I try swimming down towards Leo. The water cuts against me as I use my hands to push back water and swim as I've seen people do. I throw out my hands and grip at the collar of his shirt. I pull and his body floats upto mine as I slap him across the face to get him conscious or atleast at some level of awareness because this man's weight is not something I can lift by my own. When he remains unresponsive, I start to swim upward, his body feeling like deadweight pulling me down.
The air in my lungs starts diminishing and I feel as though I'm being pulled under a heavy blanket. Numbness start taking over and I force my legs to work and for my hands to keep holding onto Leo. My body starts giving out with the lack of air. I want to choke, to down atleast some amounts of air but I see only water around. I suddenly feel deprived of sensation and I start drowning back down, sinking rapidly when a pair of arms wraps around me and shoots up. I feel as if drunk out of my mind, my vision swimming. My head throbs from the lack of air and I let the darkness overrun me.
This chapter was soooo hard to writeee like I was actually going out of my mind. It left me in a writing slump for almost 20 days. I'll try updating quicker now but I might be going on a 5 day leave because ya girls going on vacationnnn.
Anyways, I somewhere also feel that I might be rushing Alina and Leo's relationship?
By the way, I updated that one section on my profile that tells ya'll about me. I basicaly planned out all my future books there so if you like this one you can go check that out to fuel your anticipation.
