Captive

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"Safety is something that happens between your ears, not something you hold in your hands." - Jeff Cooper.

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Demi

       "Señora," I look up as Carlos came into my room, and I sighed as I pulled the Cuban cigar away from my lips. I stood up from my chair, and walk away from the fire place from my room.

       "It better be good news Carlos, I've had a good night." I tell him, my night gown hugged my figure as I smudged the cigar against it's small bowl, and it burns out. Looking over at him, I saw the concern expression across his face.

       "And by the look on your face, something happened." I raised my brows at him, sitting down on my bed, crossing my legs.

       "The girls, they have escaped. One of the men went down to check on them and found all the cells empty, and the guards are still unconscious." He tells me, and he clenches his jaw as he grips the gun on his belt.

       "That's bad news," Standing up, I walk over to him. He watches as I stood in front of him, his gorgeous eyes filled with fear. I reach up and grab his jaw roughly, before saying, "how can some stupid girls escape from men? You all are so weak. Now, we can't wake the guests, we don't want them to know that their precious sluts are gone, now do we? Go get Wilmer from the Black Hole, he can track them down easily, that is if he's not dead by what I have done to him. Also, wake the others too, they are girls but it's a possibility that they are armed."

       Carlos nods, and I smiled before sinking my sharp nails into his flesh. He flinches as my nails sink deep into his skin. "And if this happens again, I will not hesitate to shoot you." I warned him, and he nods again, understanding my threat. I let him go and he turns, leaving my room with the doors closing behind him.

       Turning around, I walk back to my walk in closet. I change into jeans, a clean shirt and a leather jacket before slipping on some boots. Leaving my room, I also grab my shotgun that was laid on the table.

       "Come on boys," I say to the men that guarded the doors to my room. "It's hunting season."

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Octavia

       Guns are fucking heavy man.

       Not only that, but it's hard carrying a rifle while running for your goddamn life. At least the rifle had a flashlight next to the sniper, so that's what I used for illumining the way through the forest.

       Our feet pound against the ground, our breathing coming in short gasps as we ran, jumping over logs and puddles of water. We had just escape the mansion, and no one noticed yet. That's how I want it to be, but that could change any second now.

       I lead the group, with Gloria at the back, making sure to push the girls to keep running because we can't stop. If we stop, then we're as good as dead.

       "No puedo mas," A girl gasps beside me, and I glance at her, she was sixteen years old and her name was Leslie.

       "That better not be what I think it is, we can't stop Leslie." I tell her, sprinting through the forest, making sure to keep the flashlight as still as possible.

       "Tengo medió." Nashaly says, a fifteen year old.

I pressed my lips, but kept running.