Captive

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"We all have one chapter that we don't read out loud." — Unknown.

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Octavia

"Hey Octavia, are you feeling better?" Wilmer asks as I slowly blink my eyes open. I look up at him as he was hovering over me, a worried look plastered across his face.

"Not really," I admit truthfully. He sighs and gives me his hand, I take it and he pulls me up so I can sit up. I pull my legs to me as Wilmer stands up and I take in my surroundings. We're in a forest, trees everywhere and I realize it is night. Smelling smoke, I look in front of me to see something burning, fire lighting up the object or thing, smoke rising to the air. I wrinkle my nose at the horrible smell and hug my legs to my chest.

"That's Santos, isn't it?" My voice was quiet as I asked this, and I glance up at Wilmer briefly. He nods.

"Destroying the DNA, to keep anyone from figuring out who he was. The ashes will blend with the ground." Wilmer says, before reaching down and grabbing the dry wood and throwing it at the fire. The fire eats it up like a hungry beast and the fire becomes stronger. I press my lips together as I watch the flames go up, the smoke becoming black. I reach up and covered my nose, burning a human body actually smells so damn bad, what the fuck.

"I never really liked Santos. I had told Demi many times to get rid of him but she wouldn't listen. She insisted that he was an important asset." Wilmer sighs, shaking his head as he walks around the burning body slowly, his eyes on the flames.

I snort. "You mean by riding his dick."

"Demi never slept with him," Wilmer says, turning his head and looking over at me. I raise a brow.

"I don't really care who she fucks with. The son of a bitch deserved this." I mumble. I mean yes, I did murder him, but the guy wasn't a really nice man, you know? I guess I should feel like I did something right for the world, but it doesn't sit well with me that I just killed a human being. My first kill, nonetheless. And I honestly hope I don't kill anyone else.

But the police will probably find out what I did, and possibly throw me in a jail cell. Oh god, I can't even think of my life being thrown away and rotting in a jail cell.

"We should head back soon." Wilmer says after a moment of silence. The only thing we can hear is the flames crackling with the wood.

"I don't wanna go back." I look up at him, my cheek nuzzled against my knee. Gagging, I look away from the burning body, and scrunch up my face at Wilmer. I felt like throwing up right now but I've already thrown up everything I had inside of me.

"You have to. We both have to. We can't go rogue." Wilmer says, and he walks over to me.

"That sounds perfect." I say, and he sits down beside me on the ground.

"Look, I'm sorry that this had happened to you, okay? I shouldn't have left you by yourself knowing that Santos was around. I should've seen the way he was looking at you." Wilmer shakes his head, disappointed with himself as he looks down to the grass and starts to pick at it with his fingers.

"At least, it never happened." I mutter quietly.

"I promise I'll do my best to stay by your side, Octavia." Wilmer tells me and he turns to look at me, sincere and honesty in his eyes. I only stare at him.

"Why me?" I ask the question that's been on my mind for the last, I don't even know, days?

"Why you what?" Wilmer furrows his eyebrows together in confusion.