"Breaking News. For the past couple of months a mask murderer has struck the city approximately 12 times these past three months. He carves his revolting signatures on his victims all the same, C.V. But we have no clue as to what they stand for. We'...
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The van came to a stop. Mariana sat quietly rocking her petite body back and forth against the car seat as she waited impatiently for her life to be over. The car doors opened quickly, guiding the wind into the car it brushed past bodies sending pulsing chills to run down Mariana. She shook from the bitter coldness yet sweat from the nervousness for what to come.
Cole grasped Mariana's shoulders, firmly pulling her out, she whimpered in exhaustion and fear still blindfolded and unaware of her surroundings. Cole finally yanked the blindfold from her small brown eyes while shoving her in front of him. "Walk." He spoke, pushing at her body just a couple feet away. She sneered and shrugged his hands off her but complied before looking over the scenery once more.
Grass, trees, birds and this big old house. In the middle of God knows where! The forest that was once so alive now chills Mariana to her soul. The smells of the lingering scent of rain and wood fill the air, the winds breeze holds an eerily silent sound to her sending chills to crawl up and down her spine.
The tall built man in the driver's seat now stands beside Mariana as they reach the porch steps. He lingers over her peering at her face. The second she notices his staring she takes a step back but lands into a hard chest.
"Watch it." Cole sneered from behind. He pushed her again.
"Fuck you," Mariana whispered adjusting her body weight on the tip of her toes as she sways from side to side in anger and anxiousness.
The man chuckled loudly. He banged on the front door, his eyes closing in on Cole but Cole's eyes glared down at Mariana as well as the obnoxious man standing before the two.
The front door swings wide open within seconds. The man from the car kneeled down to Mariana's level, looking straight into her sparkly brown eyes as he twirls a string of her kinky hair around his finger. "The name's James." He smirked walking quickly inside. Cole pushed her in, making her stumble in the process.
"Hey! Don't push me like I'm some sort of slave alright. We're in the 2000s, not the 18 fucking hundreds." She yelled the second she turned to face him. He slammed the door shut peering over her short body. His stance firm and in place as he stopped lower to her level. She gulped a little but never wavered from his forceful glare.
"I can do whatever the fuck I want to do." He snarled, pulling at her arm, he turned her around. She was about to yell but was caught off guard by the four men dressed in suits sitting on a couch in the middle of the room. The men all looked like the business hit man types and they meant business and I'm not talking about files and paperwork.
The men were staring when she entered. She felt uncomfortable and tried to back out but felt Cole's chest on her back again.
