𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧

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Blaire 》

I raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" I don't know why he's being nice-nice is a big statement, he's just being a decent human being. But why? With his huge tattooed arms and neck, you'd think he beat up kittens for a living. Yet, he's here, crouching in front of me and introducing himself like I'm not literally being held against my will in here.

He raises an eyebrow back at me, a light smile playing on his lips. "My name is Luke, what's your name?" He enunciates the sentence like I'm stupid, waiting for a response.

"Why do you want to know my name?" I don't trust him one bit. I don't trust anyone right now, not even my own mind.

"We'll, it's only fair. You know my name."

I scoff. "I didn't ask to know your name. You're the one playing nice. Next thing you know, you're going to break my legs just because you felt like it."

His eyes fill with concern. "That's such a horrible thing to do to someone." He sits with his legs crossed now, facing me fully and cautiously.

I don't know if he's being cautious because he's scared or he knows that I'm scared.

"Like you wouldn't know how to do terrible things to people." I don't even know why I'm keeping this up, I should just burn him. But I haven't had a conversation with someone for so long, I'm curious as to where this is going.

"I actually don't. I've only been on the receiving end of it." His eyes narrow a bit, like he's angry at a memory in his mind. I don't recall that being any of my concerns, but I do note it down for later. "Look, I was just trying to be nice. Horrid things happen here, and what she doesn't hear, she doesn't know."

She treats her guards like they're disposable napkins, I wouldn't be surprised if you told me they sleep in cells just like the captives.

I wouldn't be surprised at all.

"My name's Blaire." I mutter, figuring there's no harm in it. He smiles a little. I didn't think my name was all that special, but by the looks of it, he does.

"Don't get your hopes up, that's all that you're getting out of me."

He raises his hands, chucking. "Wasn't hoping for more-" I cut him off.

"Now's my turn to ask questions. One: why am I here? Two: what do you need Levi for? Three: what do you need my measurements for? Four: is there a possibility she's let me go in the near future?" I don't expect him to answer, but I wouldn't know if I didn't try.

He blows out a heavy sigh. "No one knows what goes on inside that thick head of hers. We just follow what she says so we don't get killed. She's kind of a big authority figure around here."

"Not even you know the slightest clue as to why I'm here?"

He shakes his head. "No... But I do know why she needs your measurements." He offers up hopefully. That's like the only question I was that keen on knowing the answer for.

"And why?"

"So she can design you something fancy. That's the only thing I've picked up on. She's wants to dress you up real nice for some sort of party. I don't think it's a party party, but something similar." My face twists with disgust. "I don't understand. What do you mean by party?"

He shrugs his big shoulders. "That's honestly all I know, the rest of it is hidden."

My heart thumps loudly in my chest. "Am I going to die?" I almost whisper. I don't want to be killed painfully. The sound of death is almost sweet right now, but by my own hands, not by hers.