Just Him&I: In Universe of Cruelty

Part 6

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Ramlow bursts into my room. I flinch in his direction out of surprise. I sit down on the bed, cross my legs, and remove the bandage, carefully watching his actions.
His chestnut hair is neatly combed, his chocolate eyes carefully following me in response. Loose black cargo joggers with plenty of pockets. A tight-fitting camouflage green t-shirt and a holster with a gun, everything as usual.
He smiles a poisonous smile that makes me nauseous, showing a row of teeth like a wild wolf — that fits more.

— Sweetheart, Pierce is calling you to his office — he grins even more and walks into the room as if it were his own.

— First of all, don't call me that, and second, get out of here! — I put the bandages aside and approached him; he was a head taller than me. I crossed my arms over my ribs and waited for him to disappear from my sight.

— I can't, he said to bring you immediately. So, after you — he demonstratively stepped away from the passage and pointed at the door. I frowned, cursed under my breath, and walked out.
"Dammit, what does he want again? And this moron is messing with me, damn son of a—"
As soon as we left the room, I felt a sharp, unpleasant pain in my neck. He injected me with a sedative, and I collapsed to the ground.

— Damn it — was all I managed to say.

I woke up on a couch in his office. My head was spinning, the image before me was blurry. I barely got up, feeling a stinging pain in my stomach and a bandage there. He approached me, I still couldn't make out the picture clearly, but I'd recognize him from a thousand. I grabbed onto the couch with my hand.

— Right now, you have the serum inside you, the one you're transporting to Romania for someone, and if not, I'll simply kill you — he spoke quietly and very monotonously, as if hypnotizing me. Interestingly, he spoke to me exclusively in Russian.

— Not a chance! — I gripped the couch harder and looked at him.

— Then, we'll find another person — Ramlow came up to me, pulled out a gun, and within a minute pulled the trigger. Right at my forehead.

***

— No! — I woke up. Cold sweat was dripping down my face. My hands were shaking uncontrollably. Blood pulsed in my ears. I sat up on the bed and looked toward James. I didn't find him there; the bed was neatly made. I ran my hand over the blanket; it was soft and cold. He'd been up for a while, or maybe he hadn't slept at all, which I leaned toward more.
I looked at my phone's clock: 7:55. Oh God, I'm late.
There wasn't a soul in the apartment. I stood in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, carefully watching myself in the mirror.
I was thinking about whether he fully remembered Steve. Maybe he was helping him, but he might not be able to deal with his thoughts and memories.
I looked at my slender face again. I tucked a strand of black hair behind my ear. Earrings were visible on my ear, there were four piercings in total: two on the lobe, with the main one being a crescent adorned with precious stones. One on the cartilage, where there were two identical butterfly earrings made of white gold (on the other lobe and cartilage). One piercing was on the tragus, with a small stud of aquamarine. A very beautiful blue stone.
I put on black "Mom" jeans, a white satin shirt, leaving two buttons undone. My look fully matched the café's dress code. Thanks to the manager who informed me of this in the morning. And she agreed that I didn't have to wear a bun like the other waitresses, making an exception for me, so I braided a few cornrows.
And a special thanks to James, who kindly bought me this outfit, for which I was immensely grateful to him.
Money — thirteen bucks, phone, and keys neatly fit into my pockets.
Before leaving, I left a note with roughly this content: