My slumber was rudely interrupted by two people whispering . I open my eyes slowly wondering if what happened before I blacked out, was real. A woman and two other men reassure my thought. The firm french accented voice of the woman sent a sound throughout the room I'm in.
"She'll have to help us sooner or later, she can't escape us again."
"Just let her start trusting us, then we ask her to lead us." an unexpected Russian accent replies to the woman's whisper.
" What if she won't lead us?"
"Then we will force her to, but first we need to ask nicely, Kay?" Another voice speaks, this one with a heavy British accent.
"Yes, sir."
"Get the girl."
My eyes widen at their words, realizing they are going to get me. I close my eyes shut, and pretend to be asleep. I hear the door open, before suddenly being impacted by a cold liquid substance,against my head.
"What the hell?!" I screech in confusion , jumping up from the metal table i was sleeping upon. The man towers over me smirking.
I take his appearance in, looking him up and down. his height is much taller than mine giving him much privilege to look down on me. His muscles make the tattoos on his right arm stand out An due to the light being shown above us, his bald head took some shine.
The man spoke with the familiar Russian accent, "Get up sleeping beauty, time to meet the boss."
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My hands are put behind me against my back by the woman, her strong grip giving me no chance to escape. The man walking behind us. Her face sculpted into a permanent scowl. Her long silky platnium blond hair is swept to one side, showing a deep scar on her neck. A black and silver piercing hung from her lower lip, contrasting with her pale skin.
"Move faster, you're slowing us down. You don't want to make the boss angry." The woman said in a heavy french accent.
"What's your name?" I blurt out without thinking about the consequences. The woman laughs at my stupid but wanting to be answered question, before quickly composing herself back to earlier expression.
"None of your damn business."
They take me out of the hallway we were in and began leading me through new hallways. This place is like a maze, they're so many twists and turns that I don't remember the way we took.
"We are here." The woman said interrupting my thoughts. We stand in front of a large entrance to a room. The doors are color grey, just like every other door in this building. At the center of the door a strangely familiar symbol is imprinted. the woman stands in front of me and knocks on the door.
"Yes?" Says the same British accent voice that was talking in front of the room I was in.
"I brought the girl."
"Good, let her in."
The doors open, the room is breath taking by all the decorations, there antiques make the room look so much older. But what catches my eyes are the books. The books lay on the shelf in a very neat and organized manner. by the looks of there extravagant leather covers they're at least 80 years old. Fascinating. My eye catches figure in the corner, a man. His handsome facial complexions fit with the brown curls framing his face, he stands at a surprisingly tall height, his dark green eyes carefully watching my every move.
"Addison Caroline, isn't it a pleasure to see you again." he speaks, the contusion in my eyes is evident on my face. "Oh Ms Caroline, I'm so hurt. don't you remember me?"
" I don't remember you, and I don't want to!" I snapped back. I know this person?
The man got closer to me, but stopped as I take the scissors off of the desk next to me and held it up to his chest. not daring to let him get close to me.
"Put that down sweetie, don't be foolish." The man says a bit startled. He try's again, taking a smaller step towards me.
"Get away from me!" I yell at him holding the scissors even higher.
"If you put that down, I Promise I won't hurt you." the expression of worry takes place on his features. Is he afraid of me? I drop the scissors. I look up, seeing the relief spread through tense posture and in his eyes.
" Well then, I guess it is time for you to meet the group Addison." he states, taking me by the upper arm and dragging me out of the room.
YOU ARE READING
Hope
Ação(@Combackqueen101 created the cover) woke up strapped in a chair in a dark room. I trying to remember what had happened the night before or anytime before that, but I couldn't. It's like my whole life is taken away from me. A group of criminals tha...
